From Darkness to Light III: Wild and Free

Max turned and headed toward her bike, the look on Logan's face as she handed him his mother's locket still locked in her brain. She slipped out of the door of Fogle Towers and turned to the left. The bike was missing.

Shit!

She knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but she never assumed it would be in this ritzy part of town. Guess it was true...crime was portable. Took the thieves long enough to figure out that pickins' might be better in this sector, where people still actually had things worth stealing.

Damn. She liked that bike, too. What a night...the wedding, Logan's family, Normal, the mixed up packages...she wasn't Superman but on a night like this she was wishing for his cape. It would sure help out with her current transportation situation.

She turned to go back into Logan's apartment to call Original Cindy when she remembered...Logan had picked her up at Jam Pony. There was no bike outside the building to be stolen.

Damn, she was getting forgetful!

She turned to start walking home, when she looked up. The man's lights were still on.

Logan reached down and stroked this calf muscle. He definitely felt it. There was sensation and if he pulled up his pants, he just knew that he would see the muscle working.

Sam had sworn up and down that the injury was permanent. The only thing that could happen was the bullet fragment they left behind could shift and cause more damage. He could only get worse, never better.

But he was better. He could feel...and he could probably move.

"Something wrong?"

Logan swiveled to find Max standing behind him. He looked to make sure his pant leg was still down.

"Don't you ever knock?" he asked, his voice half teasing, half accusing. What had she seen? How long had she been there?

"Something wrong with your leg?" she asked, crossing to sit on the coffee table in front of him.

Dear God, that dress nearly undid him. He wondered if she had any concept of how she looked in it.

"Uh, no . . . little spasm. They come sometimes."

She nodded. She had seen them before...like small seizures in his limbs that were usually so still. Logan hadn't mentioned them, so she hadn't either.

"I . . . uh. . . . ." She knew why she had come back, but now it felt uncomfortable. She and Logan were closer than they had ever been, but there were still so many unspoken things between them.

He looked over at her, his eyes trailing down her body, taking in each inch of the dress...her curves...how she filled it.

"I decided since you were buying the dress, I didn't need to be Cinderella tonight."

"So you'll stay?" he asked, reaching for her hand.

She nodded. He pulled her toward him, until she was sitting on his lap. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. He was always so soft, so gentle. He was definitely the most considerate lover Max had been with. His kisses trailed down her neck, to the point where the dress met her skin. He touched his lips to the sweet spot between her breasts, inhaling her scent. She dipped her head down to meet his lips, this time her tongue probing into his mouth. She hungrily bit at him, until he pulled back. His lips returned to her body, trailing down her bare arms, nipping at the tender spot inside her elbow. He stopped to suck lightly at her fingertips, then stopped and turned to her.

"As much as I love this dress, Max, I think I'm ready to see you without it on."

He wheeled into the bedroom and stopped next to the bed. Max slipped from his lap and stood in front of him. She still wasn't sure where to start with him, here...in the bedroom. She was game for anything, but the truth was Logan presented more of a challenge for her than most of the men she had been with. It wasn't that she didn't like a challenge, but it was more than just the physical aspects. She also cared about him, more than she was willing to admit. Together it made her very afraid of doing the wrong thing.

"I'm just going to..." Logan pointed toward the bathroom, his voice trailing off.

She nodded. She knew that there were things about his condition that he wasn't ready to share. What went on in the bathroom...that was definitely one of them. There were things about her that he knew about...the seizures for one, but other things she would keep to herself for as long as necessary, like the dark moments from her childhood, the violence...as well as her more feline predilections. She didn't need to watch him pee to feel close to him.

She heard the water run and then Logan appeared in the door again.

"Good. I was hoping you would still have it on."

Damn, he did like the dress.

He moved across the floor to her, reaching his hand around her back until he had the zipper. He gently pulled down until the dress slipped from her body. Her body was so perfect. It took his breath away each time he saw her. He loved that she was proud of it. She didn't flaunt it, but she didn't hide herself away like some women did. She was an amazing woman and he was so lucky to have her.

"Earth to Logan."

He looked up at her and smiled. "Sorry, my mind was...well, damn, Max, when you're in front of me, I can't think of anything else."

She laughed and then leaned in to kiss him. "You're not so bad, yourself, Logan Cale."

She stepped out of the dress and sat down on the bed facing him. Her hands trailed down the side of his face to his neck, loosening the buttons on his shirt. She slipped her hand inside his shirt and ran her hands down his chest. His muscles were so well defined.

Logan smiled at her gentle touch and leaned in to kiss her. He was a lucky man...he needed to remember that. Life was not over and his pity party needed to end. It didn't matter what his uncle thought...the pained expression on his snooty aunt's face. Max was here with him. That's what mattered.

Max's hands roved lower . . . loosening the waistband of his pants. She slipped her hands in . . . and then out.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed.

He smiled at her. "You want to hop on?"

She looked down. Logan was fully erect. She had felt him grow hard within her, but had never actually seen it. It was a thing of beauty. She pulled his pants and boxers the rest of the way off.

"Do you want to move?" she asked, pointing to the bed.

He shook his head. "Let's try it here. I set the brake."

Logan was always so serious. She knew that he had a more light-hearted side, but there was something about him tonight. It was like he was on something. He seemed high...but not on drugs, just life. Maybe it was the locket, or the artwork...who knew, but she was going to enjoy it.

Max carefully climbed on his lap, her back against his chest. She loved the feeling of him behind her, so solid. She lifted herself up and slipped on, his engorged penis filling her. She rocked slightly forward, the wheels of the chair straining against the brake. His hand slipped down to touch her, massaging her clit gently.

"Not so easy, Logan," she called. "More!"

His hand slipped back and forth more quickly. He could see her moving up and down, his body moving in and out of hers. He swore he could feel her on his lap...the pressure was there.

Finally she slipped from his lap, onto the bed.

"Did I wear you out?" he asked, smiling at her. His body was covered with a thin layer of sweat...and Max. Max was all over him.

"You're going to have to take that chair in the shower with you?" she teased. "That or smell like sex all day long."

"I can think of worse ways to go through the day," he responded, transferring from the chair to the bed so he could lie next to her.

"Logan..."

"Yes," he answered, his response muffled as he kissed her hair, drinking in every inch of her.

"How?"

"Well...after we sent Bling out the other day, he and I had the TALK...the frank sexual talk that I would have gotten in therapy if I had stuck around. He approved of our stuffing, but also told me about some other techniques...some more invasive stuff. There are pills...and injections that will help."

"So you can..."

"No, there's still nothing there, but I don't need to ejaculate to know that I'm satisfied. You make me come alive, Max, unlike anything else in my life and sharing this with you...that's part of it."

She collapsed against him, his body enveloping hers. It was so different with Logan. She couldn't quite put her finger on it...it was really the first time she had ever been with someone because she wanted to, rather than having the hormones overwhelm her until there was nothing she could do but find a guy and bag him. But Logan was so much more...his hands on her skin, his body against hers. It was sensual in a way she couldn't quite describe.

"You okay?" he asked, as he wrapped his arms tight around her.

"Better than okay," she answered.

He slid even closer to her, their bare skin touching the whole length of their bodies. Her legs were so soft, newly shaven. Her legs.

He could feel her legs against his. He wanted to sit up, to watch his legs and see if they would move. He wanted to tell her.

But he couldn't. Not yet. Not until he knew what was happening for sure.

FIN

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