"Put me down," she cried, pounding on his back as tears filled her eyes. He didn't listen, of course. Instead, he lugged her through the boat and down the stairs, right to the door of their room. Without putting her down, he slid his card through the reader and opened the door.

Once inside, he tossed her on the bed. "Can't we just have a good evening without you losing your temper," he grumbled.

"So sue me for still being mad that you left me behind."

"What was I supposed to do? I wasn't in a good place, Mara. Why can't you understand that?" He was glad that he didn't blurt out the truth about what was keeping Anna busy. If he broke the news too early, he risked her hightailing it back home, never wanting to see him again.

"So you were in a horrible place for 11 years? I find that hard to believe." Tamara shook her head, waving him off with her hand. "Sorry. Never mind, it doesn't matter."

Sighing, Logan sat down beside her. "If it bothers you, it matters, hun. Do you know how many times I thought about you over the years?"

She shook her head again. Staying away from her was the hardest thing he did, but he knew that until he had found himself, he was worthless to her. Until he found a way out of the darkness that had become his life, he couldn't drag her into it. He had to tell himself that she'd found someone who was better for her than he was.

"Every minute of every day. Knowing that you were living your life, and that you were happy, is what kept me going," he said.

That's what he told himself anyway. Truth of the matter was that the longer he stayed away, the harder it was to return. He'd become afraid of getting rejected and he'd forced himself to move forward or at least tried to.

But nothing worked, no woman, no job could ever fill that spot in his heart. It took him 11 years to reach that point, be man enough to own up to his mistakes. And his work taught him to fight and that a life without purpose is not a life at all. And she was his purpose. He couldn't deny it any longer.

"I wasn't happy though. I was as lost as you were. Why couldn't you have let us figure it all out together?"

"Because I'm stupid," he said with a wry smile.

"That's the first right thing you've said all night," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Oh, is that so?

"You know it!" she replied smartly.

"You know something else?" He rose up over her, pressing her down onto the bed.

Tamara went willingly. "What?"

"I'm ready to handcuff you again."

Her eyes filled with awareness and stubborn determination. "It's my turn this time."

"Fight you for them."

Tamara grabbed his crotch through his shorts, tightening her grip on his balls just a little. "You were saying?"

His member was already rising to the occasion to greet her hand. "You're a nasty lady," he grunted in a slightly high-pitched manner. But, in the end, he nodded willingly or, at least, he thought it was willingly. It was hard to tell with her squeezing his sack, making all the blood in his body rush to her hand.

Trading places, he was soon on the bed with her straddling him. She released his balls and reached for the cuffs on the bedside table. Getting up, she held a handcuff in each hand. "Strip for me," she ordered.

"Why don't we both strip each other down," he offered, sitting back up.

"I'm giving the orders here now, Mr. surfer boy."

"You do realize I've never surfed a day before in my life, right?" he said in hopes of distracting her. His hear

She smirked. "Shut up and strip."

He hesitated, shuffling his feet. He was okay with all their love making before, but the idea of being cuffed and naked made the hair rise on his arms, like a poltergeist making an appearance as it pulled him into the darkness.

His dick, which had been ready for action, softened. "Excuse me," he said, dashing for the bathroom. Logan couldn't let her see his body's response to her request. He locked the door and rested his palms on the counter, staring at himself in the mirror.

Not even a decade of freedom was enough to remove the images from his mind. His dad could rot in prison for the rest of his life for all he cared. He never wanted to see him again. Any parent that could throw their own kid under the bus wasn't worth being in one's life. He vowed to never ever do that to his own kids. He'd be a better parent than his dad ever was. His wife would never have to be so distraught that she'd kill herself.

Damn it. He should have been there for his mom. But he'd been too busy trying to deal with his own issues that he'd completely ignored her. And now he couldn't take those years back. And now he was failing Tamara, too. This was supposed to be easy. Get on the boat, win her back, and start a new life together, but he couldn't even manage to turn his mind off to do that either.

Had he really progressed so little over the years?

"You okay in there?" Tamara asked, concern lacing her tone.

"Sorry, I'll be out in a minute," he replied, his voice shaking slightly. Logan looked at himself closely in the mirror, studying the green eyes he had inherited from his father. "I hate you, Dad." No matter what his sperm donor did to make up for it, he'd never forgive him. He could get out of jail, give Logan one million dollars, and nothing would ever make up for the horror he had lived through.

How was he supposed to go out there and face Tamara? Her tying him up was out of the question, and stripping completely was a no can do. God! Was he ever going to be normal?

"We can just talk if you want," she suggested, her voice soft and gentle.

Logan opened the door, a sheepish look playing on his face. "I'm sorry."

Tamara held out her hand. "Come on, sit with me."

They went and sat down on the bed, hands intertwined. He had no idea what to say and felt very much like a coward and a baby. This was the woman that he'd shared everything with as a teen. They talked endlessly about the future—where they wanted to be, what they wanted to do—but that future didn't exist anymore. And all he was now was a damn shell.

"Talk to me," she said, squeezing his hand.

Taking a deep breath, he let the air hiss between his teeth. "I don't do so good being tied up." It used to be their thing, but he just couldn't. "I'm sorry."

Understanding dawned in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize." Tamara stood up and stashed the cuffs back in her suitcase.

When she returned to the bed, he took her by the hands and pulled her towards him, spreading his legs so she could stand in between. "I've really missed you, sweetheart," he said.

Leaning down with her lips only a hairbreadth from his, she replied, "Me too." And with that, her lips covered his, sucking away his painful memories until they were but a speck of dust being blown away in the wind. Appearing to know what he needed, she helped remove just his shorts and then kneeled between his legs.

Her fingers curled around his soft cock nestled against his body. "Let's see if he remembers this."

"He definitely does," Logan said, his member hardening under her administrations. As it reached out to greet her, she licked the tip of it. Nothing ever looked sexier than the desire that shone in her eyes as she looked up at him, her warm, wet mouth closing around him.

"Oh god," he moaned, taking her hair in his hands and holding her against himself. Her tongue swirled around the head, making his member thicken even more. His nerves awakened to the pleasure building inside him, his blood pulsating inside his cock. He damn near jumped when her other hand closed around his balls, tickling the perineum. "Oh God!"

Not wanting to leave her out any longer. He put his hands under her armpits and pulled her to a standing position. She pouted. "Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, but mutual pleasure is better, don't you think?" Laying back on the bed, he encouraged her to face away from him so that her pussy was by his face and her face by his cock.

"That's going to make me forget what I'm doing," Tamara whined, but moved into the 69 position. They'd done stuff like this before and the intensity always made her pause as he did all those wonderful things with his tongue.

"Then take it as a dare. I dare you to finish me off before you come."

"But—" She ate her words when his fingers slipped inside her and at this angle, he had perfect aim for her g-spot. Hell, he wasn't going to make this easy for her. "You're not playing fair."

"Nope," he said simply, slapping her ass.

It was in that moment she was bound and determined to win their sex war, make him come first. She ran her fingers over his balls and took him deep in her mouth, careful to relax her throat. If he wasn't going to play nice, neither was she.

She curled her hand around the base of his cock as she moved her mouth up and down, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around him. His free hand slapped her butt, and she let her teeth slightly graze him. He moaned then chuckled, closing his mouth over her clit, sucking her. His fingers moved at a rapid pace inside her.

This was such a bad—God, good idea. The sensation to bare down almost became unbearable. She sucked in a breath, sucking on him in the process, tasting the trickle of pre-cum.

Tamara tried to shut her brain off and just focus on him, but her movements became jerky and uncoordinated. She tried to move away, but he clamped one hand down on her thigh, keeping her in place. Harder and harder, he stroked. She nipped him slightly on the head of his cock to try and stop him from making her feel so damn amazing. His breath hissed between his teeth, warming her pussy. No. She couldn't come. Not yet. He still wasn't done. Her breathing quickened and her pulse raced.

"Damn you," she murmured as a ball of sexual energy surged in her core, morphing into lightning that spread out to every nerve in her body, lighting her up like a Christmas tree. She struggled to fight it and keep moving up and down on his member, but she lost focus as every muscle in her body tensed, her juices squirting into his mouth.

"Oh yes, baby!" he growled, licking her clean. She continued to convulse as wave after wave of fire flowed through her as he finished his assault, his dick forgotten in the foray. Her legs shook and it felt like it took forever for her vision to return to normal.

After a few minutes, she began to stroke him again, but he wasn't interested in her mouth. He wanted to be inside her. Helping her sit up, still with her back to him, he settled her on his cock, letting her slid down onto him of her own accord.

"Perfect," he murmured as he watched himself disappear inside her. It may be a little impersonal this way, but God she had a damn sexy behind and her pussy swallowed him whole. A blow job was great but feeling the walls of her womanhood clench around him really was the only way to finish the race.

Tamara leaned back resting on her knees, moving in tandem with him. Never again would another woman be enough for him. She met him match for match, pace for pace. Even when they first had sex it was like they knew each other inside and out. Some complained about how horrible their first time was, but his was perfect.

She reached down and began rubbing her clit, creating even more friction against his cock as she rocked against him. It didn't take long before they both were tumbling into the great chasm of euphoria, uncertain of where he started and she ended.

"Logan," she cried, as she took her hands in his, her body reeling.

"I love you!" he grunted, his pulsating cock still thrusting inside her.

Tamara froze.

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A/N

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