Chapter 2 LOGAN

Belinda Chapman's POV

Moments later, my luggage arrived at my room door. I tried to settle in, but my mind refused to stay put. Every thought seemed to drift back to him-his lips, the brush of his touch. Occasionally, I found myself lifting my shirt, inhaling the lingering trace of his scent, then recoiling at the audacity of my own fascination. I told myself to keep it in check. He was a stranger. A stranger I should erase from my mind.

Then my thoughts drifted back to me. This time, I cried into my pillows. William was really cheating on me with Melinda. The betrayal struck me so deeply because he knew just how much my twin sister and I were always at loggerheads. He knew how much she frustrated my life, and he still chose her to cheat on me with.

William was my childhood crush. Tall, handsome, from a life of comfort and privilege. I had liked him for as long as I could remember. When my father came home one day and asked me if I would marry him, I hadn't questioned it-I'd said yes. Because having him seemed like a luxury. Until I truly got to know him.

William Walker. Charming, yet cruel. Loving only when it suited him. He was abusive, both emotionally and physically, and always excused it as "temper issues." I had tried telling my mother, as I could never confide in my father, but she dismissed my pain with a casual, "Endurance is a virtue." So I endured. And endured. But at this moment, I didn't think I could hold it anymore. I was living in bondage, and it dawned on me just now. I had done everything to prove just how much I mattered.

In tears, I didn't know when I fell asleep, but I woke up very late. The evening air was chilling, so I decided to go swimming. I changed into a bikini and grabbed a scarf, walking right out with my card and the hotel guide in hand. I took the elevator down and checked the hotel guide again-the swimming pool was behind the building-so I walked there and was glad to find it empty.

I dropped my scarf, card, and guide together on the recliner seat, but I had barely started swimming when a group of men arrived. Their presence kept me on edge, so I got out. Despite their cajoling that I was safe and they weren't there to disturb me, I still picked up my things and left.

I was dripping, and I decided to go to the garden. I had wandered for God knows how long, checking the art on the walls, taking in the scents, seeing some couples smooching, others just lying in each other's comfort, until I stumbled upon a fancy gate. It read Private Area, yet I peeped in. It was a swimming pool. Oh. I smiled mischievously, forgetting the rule again, and walked in.

I dropped my scarf and my things, then turned to the pool when I heard the water grumbling. I was frightened to that point, but all my fear turned to awe when I saw a man in the pool. Not just any man-the man from earlier. The one from the room.

I'd never seen any man so magnificent. His hand ran through his hair, his muscles flexed. He looked stunning in the blue pool, his eyes fixed on me, roaming over me, his torso rising from the water, and my mind drifting back to how massive he was. I stared at him, my body reacting so strangely under his gaze, my mind going wilder than it ever had.

"You have a way of walking in on me," he said, his body floating closer in the pool. I gulped. His skin was so lit; the water dripping down made him even more attractive.

"I wasn't expecting anyone..." I was always defending myself every time we met. "...I'll just leave," I said, turning to pick up my scarf.

"Owwww," he said behind me, and I turned to catch him staring at me. "Just like that?" he asked, giving me a cute face. "I could do with company," he added, and didn't wait for my response before swimming afloat back into the pool.

I could watch him all day-the way he stroked through the water, the way he moved. But was swimming with him not dangerous? Come on, Belinda, you're no kid. I cautioned myself and walked to the pool.

"Oush," I said at the sensation of the water. It was cooler and colder than the previous one. He turned to me as I stepped in, the water reaching my waist as I held the deck to ease myself in. I stared right back at him, but my pulse started rising when he suddenly began swimming toward me, his eyes fixed on me. It took only a few seconds before he was right in front of me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, but from his eyes I couldn't tell if he was flirting or teasing me. It was a harmless question-why was I overthinking everything?

"Yeah," I said, my voice coming out in a whisper. Come on, Belinda. He remained in front of me, staring like I was the only thing in the world. Fuck, I loved his eyes.

"First time in Minestar?" he asked, and I blinked.

"Um, yeah," I said, and then he ran his eyes over me. Why did I wear such a revealing bikini? And worse, why was my body reacting so wildly to his every move?

"Logan," he said, stepping back from me. "That's my name." And then he disappeared into the water.

He went underwater. I felt so watched that I dived in too, only to realize he wasn't even watching me. He was swimming in the opposite direction. A wash of disappointment hit me. I should have been relieved. But I wasn't. My spirit dropped as I tried to get him out of my head. Maybe he felt nothing for me. Maybe I wasn't even attractive to him. Come on, Belinda, you're engaged. I tried to caution myself, but he shouldn't determine my mood-yet...

"Are you tensed?" His voice came from behind me. My stomach flipped as I turned sharply to find him staring straight into my soul.

"Uhm..." I couldn't find my words as he moved closer. I didn't move. He towered over me, my body arching over his bulge. Heavens. I tried to catch my breath.

"Should I ease you?" he asked, his hand circling around me and pulling me closer, earning a short gasp from me. I'm an adult, and heaven knows I wanted him to treat me like this. "Should I?" he asked, looking at my face.

"Ye... yeah," I stuttered, his hand going to my ass and grabbing it. My breath went uneven. I could feel his fingers trailing up my thigh from behind.

"Tell me how you want me to treat you," he said, pushing us toward the edge of the pool.

"How you wish," I said, my eyes closing as he pressed me against the cantilever edge, his hand leaving my behind and coming to my front.

"Really?" He kissed my skin, trailing his lips over my neck while rubbing my clit area.

"Fuck..." it slipped out of my mouth as he sucked my skin softly while rubbing me. "Hell... damn," I said, widening my legs.

"That's my girl," he said, sucking my body. Then he shifted the tiny strip of my bikini, and I gasped when he moved his fingers over my spot. "I love your sound... give me."

"Frea... ahhh, Logan... hell..." He brought his right hand up and pushed down my bikini. My breasts spilled free, my nipples hard and ready at his mercy. He stared at my breasts as he rubbed me, and I writhed-his eyes, the way he devoured me with them.

"Hell, you're beautiful," he said, pressing my breasts like he was astonished. I smiled at his reaction, then rolled my eyes at the way he rubbed me. Was this how he treated women to pleasure? I loved it. "You're so pink and full. Oh damn, I want to eat you." He licked his lips hungrily, then dropped his mouth to my breasts as he dipped his fingers into my pussy.

"Fuck... fuck... mm, ahh, Logan," I cried softly into his hair, digging my fingers into his back as my body vibrated against him. He curled his fingers inside me, playing with my walls while rubbing my upper clit with his thumb. His mouth bit at my nipple. I lost myself. I could feel my orgasm building, and he increased his movements as if he could read my body.

"Beg for me," he said, nibbling my breast.

"Logan... baby... oh fuck this... I'm cumming," I said shamelessly, my body riding his fingers as he pushed them deeper. "Yeah... yeah... right th-ahh..." I lost my voice, clutched him, and moaned into his ear. "Heaven... heaven... baby, I'm cumming."

"Fuck, you feel so good... ahh, yeah. Cum, cum... I want to eat you," he said, biting my skin. His lips triggered every nerve as I felt my slick release on his fingers. He shook me vigorously, our groans blending as I came undone.

"Fuck me... fuck me, baby... fuck, Logan, fuck me as you please," I cried, my body pulsing with release.

"Oh God," I whispered, my head falling back as I peaked.

"You like it?" he asked, looking at my face.

"Fuck me, Logan," I said, meeting his eyes. I needed a good fuck.

"Damn, your eyes," he said, cupping my face and placing his tongue on my lips, sucking slowly. "I wanted to kiss you so badly this morning."

"Why didn't you?" I asked, my leg kicking in the water as he lifted it to his hip, my pussy pressing against his bulge. My body trembled. I would dream of this fuck for the rest of my marriage.

"I wanted to let you go," he said, then dropped his lips to mine, kissing me slowly at first. My hand slid into his hair as he parted my lips and went deeper. My breasts pressed to his chest, his bulge grinding against me.

"Logan," I gasped, looking into his eyes.

"Fuck me, Logan," I said, and he smiled before claiming my lips again, grinding me faster against his bulge. He didn't give me space to moan. He kissed me mercilessly, his hands roaming my body. He lifted my legs, spreading them for his dick. He was punishing me. I wanted him. I let go of his lips and cried against him, my body failing me as sensation overwhelmed me. He hadn't even fucked me yet, and I felt like this.

"Logan, please... fuck... yeah... Logan... lo-ahhh," I moaned into his ear as he freed one hand and pulled out his dick. I felt him grind my pussy along its length. I sucked in. "Oh baby... yeah... ahhh... come on... fuck me... oh hell... fuck meee."

"Oh... Belinda... ahhh, yeah," he groaned, grinding harder. I wanted him inside me, but my mind blanked as my body reacted. My vision blurred, my moans breaking free, my screams loud.

"Fuck me... oh, Logan... fuck... yeah... yeah... cum... damn... ahh..." And he slammed me against his hard cock. Then suddenly, he stopped.

"Yoooo," he said, shaking me. I stared at him, my eyes still blurry. He brushed a strand of hair from my face. "Why are you crying?" he asked gently.

I froze. I was crying?

"I..." I couldn't find the words. "I was?" I asked.

"You're crying," he said, then quickly tucked his cock back into his shorts.

"No, don't do that... I want you to fuck me," I pleaded, hope crashing. I wanted that cock. But he looked at me like I was a child.

"You were crying," he repeated, his gentleness unlike anything I'd ever seen on William's face.

"I love... I love how you-"

"It's okay. I won't push anymore," he said, lifting me onto the deck. He stood between my legs, looking into my eyes. The switch was dizzying. I still wanted him, but looking at him from this position felt like a blessing.

"I think you need to rest," he said suddenly.

"I... I-"

"Leave, Belinda," he said, and I swallowed my words. Why was he so wicked?

"I don't want to go," I said, loving whatever fueled my stubbornness.

"Then I'll leave," he said, stepping back.

I stared at him, then climbed down. After adjusting myself, I grabbed my scarf, card, and guide and hurried out of the pool in embarrassment. Why had I cried because of his dick? Fuck the words I'd said. Was I cheap? The thought brought tears to my eyes as I took the back elevator to my room, shame watching over me.