When my cries grew louder, he still didn’t relent. He only held me in place and continued to lick and suck on my most sensitive parts until I fell apart. My orgasm built slowly, but once it crashed through me, I moaned his name in a final whimper and fell back against the bed, completely spent.
Logan chuckled at me, and curled his body against mine, holding me while the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through me.
After a little while, he found my panties and slid them up my legs, securing them in place and then folded me into his arms again. Playtime was apparently over.
I hated feeling like I was using him for my own pleasure, but I knew he wouldn’t let me return the favor. I didn’t have the energy to examine this new part of our relationship the way I wanted to, but my last thought before I drifted off to sleep was that if this was the only way I could provide comfort to him and chase away his nightmares, then so be it. Selfless, I know. Mother-friggin-Teresa, right here.
Chapter Nine
Saturday at noon was my weekly standing coffee date with Liz, and as I strolled into our usual coffee shop, I picked at the cat hair on my black sweater. “Damn cat,” I muttered.
“You got a cat? Since when?” Liz said, coming up behind me.
“Oh, um, yeah. I got a cat this week.”
She eyed me curiously. “O-kay. But you hate cats.”
“I don’t hate cats.” I actually did hate them.
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.
We ordered our coffee and claimed the lounge chairs in the back. Liz’s eyes were on me from the second I sat down. “What?”
She cocked her head. “Something’s going on with you.” She took a quick sip of her bucket-sized iced Americano, biting into the straw.
I tried to act casual, but crap, once Liz was on the trail, there was no hiding anything you didn’t want her to know.
“Something’s not adding up. You’re done working with Logan, Professor Clancy told me he’s no longer at the hospital and you’ve still been MIA all week. And you’ve got to admit the cat is strange.”
I removed the lid from my latte, needing something to do with my hands. “Nope, nothing’ going on. Clancy returned my thesis with tons of edits, so I’ve just been busy working on that. And the cat…that’s nothing. He was just a stray I found.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you kidding me? You think it’s your job to fix all the stray men and animals in the city of Chicago? Honey…” She shook her head. “You’ve got to let this go.”
I took another sip of my drink, trying to think of a way to change the subject. Liz had a history of drawing truths out of me that she didn’t need to know about. Such as my grooming habits, or the fact that I didn’t own any sex toys, which we promptly changed with a trip to the sex shop several months ago. Not that I regretted that particular intervention, but still, wasn’t I entitled to some privacy?
Besides she would flip if she found out Logan was living with me. If she told Clancy or anyone else, I didn’t want to think about what might become of my grant to study amnesia patients. Surely this was crossing some sort of line. At least we hadn’t had sex. God, if someone thought I was trading sexual favors for academic research… I shivered.
Liz noticed, narrowing her eyes at me. “Wait a second.” She lifted her finger into the air. “Uh-uh, no. No way.”
“What?” My stomach clenched with nerves.
“You’re still in contact with him, aren’t you?”
“Who?”
“Don’t play dumb. You know I’m talking about Logan. You must still be talking to him; otherwise you’d more upset or blabbering about him nonstop.”
“Maybe.”
“Girl, you better spill right now.”
“Stop, Liz.” I looked down into my drink. “There’s nothing to tell.” Other than that I’m badly lusting for a sick, possibility violent man with a past neither of us knows a lick about. Oh, just that.
She narrowed her eyes, but thankfully let it drop.
After Liz and I chatted for a little while longer, she insisted on driving me home, saying she wanted to meet my cat. No matter what I tried to tell her, that I’d prefer to walk, or that I was going to stop at the library on my way, she continued to insist, to the point where I knew if I kept making up excuses, she’d get suspicious. I finally relented.
“What’s his name anyways?”
“Who?”
“Your cat.”
“Oh, um, Tom.”
“Tom?” she questioned with a smirk. “You’re even more in need of a man than I realized.”
We rode in silence to my apartment, all the while I prayed that Logan would be out. He didn’t work on Saturdays, but if there was a God, I prayed he’d grant my request.
When I unlocked the door to my apartment and pushed it open, I breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was still and silent. Thank God. Logan wasn’t here.
“Here Tommy boy,” Liz snickered. She loved cats, and had two of her own, which I’d always complained about, making the fact that I had a cat all the more unbelievable.
Oh crap, the paintings. Even though Logan wasn’t here, unless I could convince Liz I’d suddenly taken up painting, as soon as she entered the dining room, I was f**ked. And since she knew I didn’t have an artistic bone in my body, the jig was up.
“Well hello there, Thomas.” I heard Liz talking from the other room. “You’re a pretty kitty.” I walked back into the living room. Maybe I could just keep her in this room. Thank God for that damn cat.