Chapter 9: A Rock and a Hard Place
“Fuck me, already.”
Hector threw his cards down on the table in frustration before gathering them up again to give the deck a shuffle.
“Dude, you’ve won every goddamn hand in the last half hour. You cheating, or what?”
Logan removed the cigar from his lips and absently flicked the ash from the tip, looking up at the beautiful woman sitting in his lap and giving her a quick wink. Marie giggled in response. Logan had come to adore how that giggle sounded, floating off into the late night breeze as she sat with him in one of the large rocking chairs on the veranda, watching him and Hector play poker.
She also proved to be quite the sport, knocking back her fair share of tequila shots and learning quickly about the different poker hands. To keep her involved in the game, Logan sometimes whispered in her ear, asking her advice on which cards to keep and which ones to drop. She usually couldn’t help a little blush at the tickle of his whiskers on her cheek, so he made sure to do it as often as possible.
“Quit your cryin’ and deal, Hector,” Logan shot back across the table, gently rocking the chair he and Marie shared.
The Veracruz nights had been just as hot as the days were; Marie and Logan typically found themselves either having a drink over at the bar and grill or sitting under the dim lantern of the veranda, as they were tonight, entertained by Hector’s incessant chatter.
This was one time that Logan didn’t much mind Hector’s motor mouth, as it gave him a chance to turn his attention to Marie every now and then; to whisper something in her ear that would make her laugh, or to give her thigh an affectionate squeeze to let her know he was still there with her. He sensed that she appreciated that…she felt safe with Logan, so he always made a point of keeping her close to him.
Of the nights that Logan and Marie spent in that rocking chair after Hector left, listening to the violent crash of the waves on the shore, they spoke of a lot of things. There was one thing that they never spoke of, though, and that was of Marie leaving for Westchester.
They both knew that the day was quickly arriving; a week had passed already, which meant that any day now, they would be receiving a package with a passport and a one-way ticket to Westchester, New York…then Marie would be on her way. They never spoke of it, though. On this particular night, as a matter of fact, they spoke of nothing, because by the time Hector left, Marie had already dozed off on Logan’s shoulder.
Logan pulled gently at Marie’s hair where her white streak once was, watching her as she slept. He thought about scooping her up and taking her inside to bed, but changed his mind when he realized how peaceful she looked, and instead decided to stay where he was, rocking her slowly back and forth.
Over the last few days, Logan had finally put his finger on what it was about Marie that tugged at him. It was more than just the way she laughed, and it was more that just the way her skin smelled like fresh clover and her hair like apples.
It was that she looked and felt and smelled like…home.
Logan had never known what home looked or felt or smelled like before her…only knew that she was it, and the more the realization dawned on him, the greater the sadness that fell over him. Because she would be leaving soon, and though deep down he didn’t want her to go, he knew that she was safest in New York.
Trouble had a way of finding Logan…they could only hide out here for so long before he would have to pop the claws, and then their cover would be blown. For Marie, a life with Logan would mean a life on the run. And no matter where they ran, Logan would leave a trail of dead bodies behind them, eventually leading Magneto right to her.
Logan felt his claws begin to inch out from between his knuckles at the thought of that sick fuck putting his hands on Marie, and noted to himself that he was going to have to carry out one final assignment before retiring.
For now, though, he simply rocked Marie back and forth as she slept, breathing in the apples of her hair and the clover of her skin.
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When Marie awoke a few hours later, it was to the sound of waves, the gentle back and forth motion of a rocking chair, and the soft nuzzle of Logan’s face in her hair.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” he whispered as she looked up to meet his intense gaze.
Marie’s sleepy eyes widened a bit, and Logan knew she had felt the beginnings of a bulge in his pants pressing against the underside of her thigh. Logan cleared his throat softly as his desire for the woman in his arms grew increasingly apparent. They were breathing the same breath it seemed, his lips were so close to hers, dizzying them both as Logan continued to rock the chair slowly to and fro.
“Darlin’…” he pleaded softly, his face moving to nuzzle back into her hair as his hands moved to her hips. Marie sensed that he meant to shift her off of his growing erection before things spun wildly out of control, and she stopped him.
“Logan…you don’t have to…”
Logan’s face moved back to hers, catching her eyes again, and a soft growl escaped his lips as she placed her fingers on his chest. Hazel eyes burned into her brown ones as he searched them for understanding.
“I trust you.” she whispered.
Logan felt his cock twitch, growing even larger at her words, and understood what flashed in her eyes; understood what she was asking of him. It wasn’t the first time she had felt his want for her as they sat together in that very rocking chair, nor was she clueless to what he had been doing in the bathroom every morning since they had arrived in Veracruz.
“Marie…” His hand came up to the back of her head, gently tugging at her hair as her eyes pleaded with him.
“It would only be for tonight…” she said softly into his lips, her warm breath on him causing an even greater stir in his desire for her.
“No it wouldn’t...” he replied, just as softly, and he knew that she knew what he was saying. “And I just couldn’t take it, darlin’, if…” his words trailed off then.
“Do you understand what I’m sayin’ to you Marie?”
His eyes were searching hers now, pleading with her to understand something that he wasn’t able to put into words. Still, Marie needed something, he knew that. Knew all too well the look in her eyes as she reached out for the one thing that was, in the face of all uncertainty, good and pure and true…when it was wanted. She needed to come alive again, to feel a man’s touch as it should feel when it was desired.
Something she had never felt before.
Marie said nothing as she slowly rose from his lap and stood before him. Logan felt his breath catch in his throat as she reached for the hem of her sheer sundress, slowly pulling it up and over her head. She cast the dress aside and her long, thick hair cascaded down over her shoulders as she stood in the scorching heat of Logan’s stare, her underwear now the only barrier between them.
God, but she was beautiful.
Logan’s pants just about burst at the seams at the sight of her, so unbelievably hard was his cock as he drank in every curve and every sinew of Marie’s body under the dim light of the lantern hanging above them. Her eyes were full of want, full of desire, and Logan feared he would have drowned had he not torn his gaze away from them to relish the sight of her flawless breasts.
Any shred of control that Logan may have been holding onto snapped with her first step toward him. His basest primal instinct kicked in as he took her hips in his hands, roughly spinning her around and yanking her back down into his lap.
Marie sat squarely on his burgeoning erection now, and he choked out a groan as he buried his face in her hair, holding her hips in his strong hands and grinding that irresistible ass of hers hard on his covered cock. She moaned softly at the sudden contact of his hardness on her buttocks and then his hands were moving upward, squeezing and mashing her bare breasts together as he rocked the chair backward, pulling her back into his broad chest.
A low, rumbling growl began to churn deep in his chest as his hands, at once rough with want and gentle with love, moved down to coax her thighs apart and splay them open over his knees. He absently heard the clunk of her mules hitting the wooden planks of the veranda, one after the other, as he spread her wide, and nearly came in his pants as the thick, undeniable fragrance of her desire for him permeated the humid night air.
“Jesus Marie, you smell so fuckin’ good right now,” he rumbled into her ear before peppering her neck with soft kisses and moving a hand to the junction between her open thighs. He nearly lost all sanity when the crotch of her panties dampened immediately under his touch, and couldn’t help a growl of animal possessiveness when he remembered that he had bought her those panties.
“Oh…Logan…”
The words came from Marie’s lips in a low, guttural moan as Logan rubbed his thumb over her sensitive nubbin. She moaned loudly under his ministrations and threw her head back, her hair spilling over his shoulder as she mewed against him.
Logan tipped the chair forward again, holding her tight and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her exposed neck. Marie slid forward a bit in his lap, buckling under all of the new sensations flooding her body. Cupping his hand over her covered mound, Logan used the leverage to pull her back into him, settling her ass back down onto his scorching hardon.
He rocked the chair backward again, staying there for a bit as he ground the heel of his palm against the engorged bundle of nerves at her center. He dug the fingers of his other hand into the soft flesh of her hip and encouraged her undulations as she rubbed against his unsheathed cock.
“Fuck, Marie…” he groaned, his voice hoarse with desperation and desire as he slipped a hand under the material of her panties and buried one finger, then two, deep inside of her wet core. He was losing his mind now, what with the intoxicating scent and feel of her readiness, and the contracting of her tight inner muscles around his fingers, and the slick crotch of her panties sliding against the back of his hand, and…
Christ, it would have been so easy to just shred those cute little panties right off, take his painful hardon out of his pants and impale her on it…
…but he didn’t, knowing that once he took her, he would want her as his…forever.
“Oh my God, Logan!”
The chair rocked forward and then back again, and Marie gasped loudly at the sensation of Logan’s thick fingers moving deep inside of her and the simultaneous pressing of his thumb on her most sensitive bit. Logan’s hips bucked upward and into her backside and he growled loudly in her ear at the sound of his name being screamed from those beautiful pink lips. He was damn near ready to explode.
His teeth bit down hard on his lower lip as he fought the uncontrollable urge to bury his hardness deep within her. Rocking the chair forward again, Logan removed his fingers from inside of her. Marie whimpered in protest.
“It’s okay, baby, just wanna turn you around,” he rasped, sliding her from his lap and spinning her around to face him before grabbing an ass cheek in each hand and pulling her down again to straddle his hips.
The chair rocked backward again, bringing her crotch into contact with his as they ground into each other. His hand came up to squeeze one of those perfect breasts and he rocked forward, taking it into his mouth and assaulting the hardened nipple with his warm tongue.
“Oh God yes, Logan…”
Logan’s mouth moved to her other breast, sucking and licking greedily at the engorged nipple as he groaned against it. Marie cooed softly as he took hold of her hips, guiding her rhythmic movements against him. His grip on her pelvis tightened then, and she jumped a little at the sound of adamantium ripping out from between his knuckles.
“Sorry…I’m sorry baby,” he rasped, sheathing his claws and comforting her as he noted the surprised look in her eyes.
“Just thought about that fucker puttin’ his dirty hands all over you. I didn’t mean to… ” Logan’s words trailed off and he prayed he hadn’t frightened her.
“I’m not afraid of you, Logan,” she interrupted, her voice soft and trusting.
Logan looked into her eyes, and knew that she was telling the truth, and his cock strained even harder against her. No one had ever said that to him before, and hearing it come from her lips made him burst with the need to claim her. One hand came up to bury itself in her hair and he pulled her down into him, pressing her face into his shoulder as his other hand slipped past her panties again.
“It can be so good, baby…” he whispered in her ear between soft kisses. Her teeth were sinking hard into his shoulder as his fingers moved deep inside her once more, his thumb flicking at the engorged pebble of flesh down there.
“…so good when it’s wanted…”
She was crying out against his shoulder now, her hips taking on a wild rhythm of her own, as the chair rocked beneath them. Logan knew from the change in her scent and the quickening of her pulse in his ear that she was nearing a release she had never before experienced.
“…so good, Marie, when it’s with someone you –"
Logan didn’t finish the sentence, but Marie knew what he wouldn’t say, because she looked up at him again, lust-filled eyes meeting his hazel gaze. He couldn’t resist a kiss now…not with her lips so close to his, breathing the same ragged breath he was breathing.
Logan crushed Marie to him, his hands buried in her thick hair as he brought her lips to descend on his. Marie moaned into his mouth as his tongue parted her lips, exploring her hungrily, his lusty growls swallowed by her as he expressed his deepest need for her.
It wasn’t long before he felt the clamping down of her inner muscles around his fingers and knew that she was on the verge of something she wouldn’t yet understand. Her breath came in pants as her fingers clutched at his chest.
“It’s okay baby, I got you,” he said softly, pulling her face down to his shoulder again, hearing her guttural groans and feeling her teeth sink into his shoulder once again.
“Mmph…Logan…”
“…you just bite down as hard as you need to, darlin’,” he whispered, his own breathing growing ragged, comforting her as she careened over the edge.
“Oh, fuck….LOGAN…”
“That’s it, baby. Let go…let go for me.”
Marie mumbled something incoherent against him and then the first waves of her orgasm were crashing down around her, shaking her violently as her hips bucked against Logan’s hand. A wave of animal pride swept over Logan as he drew her release from her. He scraped for control as he felt her inner muscles wind up and then his hand was flooded with her warm wetness as she contracted and released around his fingers. He held her close as she rode the waves down from her quake.
“Oh my God, Logan…” she whispered, looking up at him. “What…?”
“Pretty intense, huh?” he whispered between panted breaths, sweat forming on his brow as he looked into her eyes. His hands moved back to her hips, his cock straining insistently against her at the look of lust and satisfaction on her face.
Logan saw realization and awe in Marie’s eyes, and she must have noticed the pained expression on his face, because all of a sudden her hands were on him, grabbing at his belt, apparently determined to give him the same pleasure he’d given her.
“No! Darlin’, you can’t...rrgghhh..."
He tried to tell her not to, tried to tell her that he didn’t have that kind of control right now, but he was beyond being able to say anything coherent when she ripped his pants open, took his cock out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his hard length.
“Jesus, Marie!”
Logan had already been skating on the edge, and now with the feel of her fingers on him, squeezing him, he lost it completely. The chair tipped back as he bucked his hips upward, and before he could stop the avalanche, his eyes were rolling back and he was spilling everything he had onto her, burying his strangled grunts and groans into her hair.
Coming down from his own quake, Logan pulled Marie into his arms, still shaking from the intensity of what had just happened between them, and hurting all the more that he couldn’t keep her as his forever.
“It’s okay Logan,” she said softly, as though she had been able to hear his thoughts, understand what was going on inside of him. He brought her face up to look into his eyes as she continued.
“I know this was only for tonight,” she said, and there was that distant flash of pain again, that look of sadness deep inside.
Logan said nothing in response…simply crushed her to him again, holding her as they remained on the porch, slowly rocking back and forth together, and the sound of the waves on the beach began their soft lullaby.
The next day, just as they had expected, a package arrived containing a passport and a one-way ticket to Westchester.
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