RECORD: A Farah Volek Story

Chapter 12

Logan and Farah exchanged some small talk. Logan told Farah of his stressful days when she was away. He had an entire week without his favorite woman. Going to cafes alone, going to the movie theater, but not really watching the movie, really just sitting in the dark longing for his brain to settle.

She sits across from me. Her height. Her strength. Her short hair. I feel safe. I feel like anything evil in my world can be fought. Most importantly, I feel loved again. I am a simp. And I need to make sure my infatuation isn't over the top. Perhaps it's too late for that.

"You okay?" Farah asked with a chuckle as her husband seemed to be lost in thought, barely eating.

"Yeah. I just can't stop looking at you." Logan smirked and shrugged.

"You're sappy." Farah joked lightly.

"You saved a guy's life. It's probably terrible for me to say this, but that's sexy."

"Me sweating, running around and shooting? I was quite tired."

"Yeah. Scary. Perhaps it's a bit odd that I'm dating a full-on vigilante. But hot." Logan sipped his water.

It didn't take long for Logan's thoughts to take over. He stopped eating and casually walked over to Farah. She had a few little bites to finish, but was interrupted by Logan sitting on her lap and kissing her neck. She felt him shiver. The pleasure he gave her was so great that even if she were still hungry, she couldn't resist what he was giving her.

I feel her muscular arms around me. Her strength is unmatched. I feel like a mouse wrapped by a snake. I get hard as we kiss deeply.

Farah carried Logan in her arms like he was nothing and the two ended up on the couch, she on top of him. Her arms tense with muscle and love. I squirm playfully beneath her. Testing her as she removes my clothes forcefully. I feel weak. I sweat. My breath hitches in my throat. I can hear her moaning ever so gently, she's probably getting wet. I feel my heart pound. If I were to die after this love making, it would all be worth it.

The two were soon naked on the leather couch, clothes were strewn on the floor. Logan and Farah embraced one another, her hips thrusted into cock with such force that Logan whimpered in pain. And loved every moment of it.

Logan's eyes snapped open and he took a deep breath. He thought she was gone again. He thought her coming home was a dream. He sighed happily, when he stared at her body. He positioned himself differently, but found he could not go back to sleep.

"You okay?" Farah asked with a yawn and stretch.

"Yeah." Logan responded quietly. "So I gotta question." He smirked nervously.

"Ask me anything." She held his hand.

"Do you think I could help you-the next time you go on one of your missions?"

She paused. Holding him in suspense. "I was hoping you'd ask me that. I could use a computer geek by my side." She kissed his hand.

"I'll worry less. Even if you're being shot at. At least I'll know you're alive." Logan looked up at the ceiling. "I'm glad you approve."

"Of course. Why wouldn't I want to spend more time with you?" She sat up, ruffling her messy hair.

"I should go make breakfast." Logan stood. "Make sure you're full. Ya know, in case you get another call or email."

"You're right. And I know one day I'll get another request. Lots of people need help." She nodded.