Logan Nash

I could so easily spend the rest of my life entangled in Shelby's arms, making love and sharing souls for an eternity, and it still wouldn't be nearly long enough. But it seems life has other plans for us as my cell phone buzzes incessantly in the pocket of my pants, strewn halfway across the living room floor.

-BUZZZZZZZ-

"Ughh." I groan in disapproval of the heinous sound and unwelcome interruption, making no effort to move until Shelby prods me gently in the shoulder.

"You better get that. What if it's Dallas?" Reminding me of the responsibilities the exist beyond the cosy pink walls around us, Shelby kisses my chest before folding herself to sit upright and fix her hair.

"You're right." I grumble, rolling over to reach out and dig through the pocket for my cell. Seeing my niece's name flash across the screen, I wave the device at Shelby to show her she was right before answering the call.

"What's up, Tex?" I ask, flopping onto my back on the plush pink carpet, exhausted from what could only be described as the best sex of my life.

"I just got home from school and you weren't here so I got worried." Dallas fusses, acting more like a doting grandmother than a teenage girl. "Did you have your checkup today? What did Dr O'Cleriegh say?"

Shelby twists her hair up into a neat ponytail before she turns to watch me, her fingertips lazily tracing the veins of my forearm. "I did and I'm fine, Princess. Don't fret yourself."

Dallas doesn't take my laissez-faire attitude too kindly. "But you know you're supposed to be taking it easy. I don't think you should be out by yourself."

Ever since being released from SPC, the girl had been way too obsessed with my health. The harsh truth of my mortality was a cruel awakening to the poor girl and now it seems she has developed a fear of loss.

I can't blame her of course. I walk around carrying that very same fear each and every day.

"I'm not alone, Tex, I'm uh- I'm actually with Shelby." I tell Dallas just about the only thing I could tell her to brighten her mood, and the effects are immediate.

"You are?!" She chirps expectantly, a tremor or excitement to her voice. " That's great! How is she?"

"She's good." I wink at Shelby and The Beauty Queen smiles back at me, chuckling softly and shaking her head. "As far as I can tell."

"Does this mean you aren't coming home tonight?" Dallas investigates hurriedly, sounding half delighted and equal parts concerned. "Because I was going to make you Atlantic Salmon and walnut cranberry salad. I found a study that said Antioxidants like CoQ10 and acetyl-l-carnitine can help to reverse nerve damage and-"

"That sounds heavenly. I'll be home for dinner, Dallas. Don't worry." Reassuring her gently, I can hear the relief in her sigh as the rhythm of her breath slows to a deeper rate.

"Oh. Okay. I'll see you later then." Dallas hums, satisfied that I am still alive and coming home. "Oh and tell Shelby I said 'hi'. I really miss her, you know?"

"I know, Little Darlin'." I smile. "I'll let her know."

When I hang up the call, Shelby watches me toss the phone aside, amusement playing on her pretty features.

"You heard all that?" I grin.

Shelby nods, a gleaming smile spreading across her face. "She's so sweet to take care of you the way she does."

I scrub a hand back through my hair, set suddenly on edge by the reminder. "I wish she wouldn't. She should be focusing on school and her friends. She should be living her life."

Shelby's fingers creep across the soft shag to squeeze my hand. "Hey- she's just finding her feet again after everything. What happened to you scared her, Logan, you can't blame her for that. But the good news is you raised her strong and resilient, and most importantly she knows how much you love her. I promise, she will be okay."

I could tell myself the exact same thing and the words would be meaningless, but somehow hearing them from Shelby's lips, it makes all the difference. Because I believe her.

I trust her.

I lean in to kiss her sweet lips, lovingly interlocking my tongue with hers before we break apart with a whisper of affection. "You always know exactly what I need to hear, Butterfly."

She snuggles closer to me.

Pushing my luck, I run my coaxing fingers down her back to watch her toned obliques shiver. "You know, it would mean an awful lot to Dallas if you'd come have dinner with us tonight. I know she's dying to see you."

Shelby chews her lip in consideration, her ocean eyes swimming with an unreadable emotion. The last time I had asked her to join me and Dallas for dinner, she'd gotten all weird and made up an excuse to get away from me. Even now, I half expect her to reject me again. Only this time, she reacts differently. "I'd love to. There's just something I kind of need to talk to you about first-"

-BUZZZZZZZ-

"What is it, Baby?"

I only half hear her as my phone buzzes again, distracting me. I check the screen to find an email from the Directress of Specter. The subject line reading; As per our discussion...

"Actually, I better put these in the dryer first." Collecting our discarded sodden clothes from the floor, Shelby disappears down the hall.

My eyes skim the notes of Iris' email, a little more than stunned by its contents. "Goddamn, the woman works fast when she wants something."

"Who works fast?" Shelby peeks her head back into the room.

"Iris. It looks like she must'a struck some kind of deal with Jake Harrison. The FBI is going to release Hendrix in return for Tyler Bennings. Your dad is being released tomorrow."

"Oh my god!" Shelby exclaims, bounding back I to the room. The happiness on her face falls short as she realises the palms that must have been greased to make a deal like this happens. "But wait- why is she telling you all this?"

"Well, because I asked her to." I prop myself up to lean against the back of the sofa, trying to to wince at the tight and uncomfortable feeling radiating from beneath my bandages.

"You asked her to what?" Shelby squints, two suspicious sapphires laser focused on discovery burn I to my skin.

I hold my hands up in admission. I never had any intention of keeping my arrangement with Iris a secret. But I also hadn't wanted to give Shelby false hope for her father's release. So instead, I chose to say nothing about it. Until now. "Iris offered me a job- a chance to undo some of the damage I did by handing over the SPYER exploit to Sabre. And I took it."

She begins to protest. "But-"

"Iris promised me she'd get your dad out of Federal custody in return. It seemed like an easy decision to me." I shrug, not backing down on my choices. I would make each and every trade again if it meant Shelby and Dallas would be safe.

Her big blue eyes well with touched tears that don't quite fall as she sinks down on all fours. "You really did that for me?"

I shake my head, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "I did it for us, Butterfly."

"Did I tell you that I love you, I can't remember?" Shelby begins to crawl towards me, slinking like a sexy golden cat. Her thick hips gyrate and her pert ass jiggles, putting me under a trance with every sway.

"You might'a mentioned it once or twice." I chuckle, watching as she positions herself between my legs, her natural nails digging into the muscles of my thighs. I am powerless to her. She tries my stomach in knots with her ardent approach, my cock throbbing to life with desire as she begins to kiss all over my body.

"I want you in my mouth, Logan." She purrs, licking at the ridges of my abdomen before she lowers her head to draw my entire length into her hot, silken mouth.

With the swirl of her skillful tongue, I am groaning in pleasure, all my circulation now focussed in one vital organ. "You're so fucking hot!"

"Mmmh!" She moans at my praise, grazing me with soft teeth and unforgiving suction as she bobs eagerly up and down. Moving faster and faster, she damn near makes me blow my wad in a manner of seconds.

But I want to take my time and really enjoy her.

I want to make this last.

"Slow it down, Baby, you're always in such a rush." My fingers tangle in her hair to slow her pace, languishing in the slippery heat and budding pressure that tingles in my balls. Tightening her lips and testing the depths of her gag-reflex, Shelby flirts with the limits of my tolerance. I know I could so easily overpower and devour her., and I'm sure she knows it too. But instead I succumb to her, relenting to the moment, wanting what she is giving and unable to refuse her a single desire. "And look at me while you spit on it."

Captivating electric-blue eyes dutifully lift to peer at me from beneath sultry lashes, glittering with frustration and excitement at the same time. I can see it infuriates her that my erotic authority rules her the way it does, and she can't help but enjoy how helpless she is to fight her taboo urges to obey me. That irritation fuels a kind of reckless abandon within her, a chain reaction that leads to the utter disregard to all the constructs and constraints she has tied herself up in trying to be so fucking brave all the time.

No, with me, she can let it all go and give in to her baser instincts. To be taken care of and prized, without giving up her convictions or any of the beautiful pieces that make her exactly who she is. With me, she can be unashamedly and freely herself, and I will love her all the more for it.

Shelby and I fit together in the most unexpected of ways, sure we fight and sure we don't agree on everything, but that doesn't matter, because like magnets we are always drawn back together. I couldn't deny it, even if I tried. And believe me, I did.

"Use me up, Logan." She dares in a dulcet pur, gripping keenly at my muscular thighs while she allows her perky tits to slide up and down my sickened shaft. "I need more."

"Open your mouth for me, Sweetness." I run the pad of my thumb over her lips and they part for me. "Good girl. Now, stick out your pretty tongue." Taking my engorged cock in a firm fist, I slap it against her wet tongue a few times, set afire by the sticky sound of flesh on flesh before I use my hold on her ponytail to push her head down until she chokes.

"Ack!" The sound is so arousing that I have to hear it again. Releasing her for a breath, I immediately force her to swallow me down until the tip of my dick nudges at the back of her throat. "Ack!"

"Mmh, you sure are something sweet, Shelby." I groan, each breath I have becoming rough and heavy.

"Fuck!" She sucks in a violent gasp as I release her and a pearly string of precum mixed with her salvia trails from her lips to my tip.

"You're so fucking messy, Woman." I use my palm to wipe away her drool, enthralled by the sight of her, all dishevelled and desperate on her hands and knees, needing me.

Shelby giggles, an innocent sound that contrasts her filthy behaviour. "That's because I'm so hungry."

"Oh yeah?' I chuckle, a maddening lust darkening my desires. "Should I feed you my cock, huh, fuck that pretty face of yours?"

Shelby nods, eager and greedy. "God yes!"

I reach out to wrap my hands around her head, threading my fingers into her hair before thrusting up into her hot mouth, pumping at a steady pace. Adjusting her position on all fours, she quickly falls into rhythm, sucking and swallowing while she slobbers on my knob.

"Touch yourself." I growl. watching as she slips one hand down between her legs to tease at her clit, her voluptuous thighs quivering beneath her. "Faster." The order is rough and hard, but Shelby takes it all with gratitude, rubbing herself to a double time tempo and moaning over a mouthful of my cock.

"Mmmmm."

I fuck her mouth to the mind-blowing visual of her perfect body bending and bowing as she plays with her pussy until wild bucking contractions begin to wrack her toned muscles.

My chest tenses and flexes, painful, but in the way that reminds me I am alive as my veins fill with boiling blood.

I've never felt anything so fucking incredible.

"I swear, I can't get enough of you, Shelby." Releasing her head, she lets out a feral scream as an intense orgasm seizes her in spasms.

"Ahhhh!!! Ooh!!"

"Turn around, right fucking now. And put your hands behind your back." Taking her by the shoulder, I guide her with a rough jerk, throwing her down bent over the sofa, kneeling on the floor with her ass in the air.

Shifting to my knees behind her, I use one hand to restrain her, pressing her crossed wrists into the small of her back and forcing her cheek to smush against the sofa. Her moans are muffled by the cushions as I push the length of my stiff cock inside her, feeling every inch of her flooded canal as she rides the wave of euphoria, taking me with her.

"It feels to fucking good, Logan. Oh please!" Taking what she needs, Shelby pushes back on me, burrying me deeper as she takes every inch.

"That's it. Come all over my cock, Baby." My hips push forward, deeper and harder, slamming into her from behind. "Lemme' feel what that tight little pussy can do."

Sweat beads from our writhing bodies as we ascend together. The squeeze of her pussy clamping down on me is my ruin and I empty my ball with a powerful pulse, deep inside her cunt as she arches her back and throws her head back to cry out for more.