Miss Chatterley, Part II: Dirty
By Logan Belle
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Consumed by desire, Connie’s body yields to Mellor’s outrageous demands even as her heart yearns for her sweet, steady boyfriend. Connie reaches out to Cliff to save their relationship but he is too distracted exploring a different sort of temptation—the promise of quick and easy money from the shifty Tommy Dukes. Can Connie stop Cliff before he makes an epic mistake? Can she stop herself before she falls too far to ever come back?
Don’t miss the next episode, Miss Chatterley Part III: Torn, in Logan Belle’s four-part serial re-imagining of D.H. Lawrence’s classic Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
Logan Belle
Logan Belle is the pen name for Jamie Brenner, who grew up in Main Line Philadelphia on a steady diet of Judith Krantz, Jackie Collins, and Aaron Spelling. Her novels include Miss Chatterley, a modern day re-telling of D.H. Lawrence’s erotic classic Lady Chatterley’s Lover, as well as the erotic romance Bettie Page Presents: The Librarian, and the burlesque trilogy Blue Angel. She is the author of the novel The Gin Lovers, chosen by Fresh Fiction as one of the Top 13 Books to read in 2013. Logan Belle’s novels have been translated into a dozen languages and have been praised by Romantic Times as “sexy and fun!” She lives in Manhattan, where she is busy raising two daughters who aren’t yet allowed to read her books. Visit her at: JamieBrenner.com.
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Miss Chatterley, Part One: Hungry
Why was this necessary? Why had it lifted a great cloud from her and given her peace? Was it real?
—D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
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—Sarah Lacy, Once You’re Lucky, Twice You’re Good
Chapter One
After a few more seconds of being entwined together in the dirt, I feel Mellors slowly pull out of me. I have the urge to keep my arms around him, to prolong our contact. Every cell in my body seems to protest the separation.
Lying side by side, our bodies no longer touching, I stare up at the sky.
My body is still humming with the aftermath of intense pleasure. I think of the way he held my arms above my head, how he pushed inside of me without any restraint. Just the thought of it makes me squirm, and part of me wishes he would take me again. I want to know this isn’t a dream, that the ecstatic collision of our orgasms—the way our bodies trembled and collided and burst together as one—was real. Now that I’ve experienced it, I want to have it again. And already I’m afraid I never will.
Mellors stands up, pulling on his clothes and holding out his hand to help me to my feet.
We should get you cleaned up,
he says in that slow, deliberate way of his. His sexy voice, combined with the conspiratorial smile he gives me, is exactly why I’d just done something so reckless.
I can’t imagine putting clothes on my dirty, wet body. I’m dripping between my legs, full with him. And that’s when I realize I’d done something not just reckless, but stupid: I didn’t make him use a condom.
He stands with his hand extended, waiting to help me. I put my hand in his, telling myself it’s okay.
Shakily, I stand, experiencing a déjà vu about the time he helped me up from the parking lot when I vomited. And now—even though I’m muddy and wet and will have to do a walk of shame through the gym looking like a half-drowned cat—I feel a similar sense of absolute calm.
We walk back through the clearing. When I hear the happy noise of the children, I know we’re reaching civilization. We pass the playground and the picnic tables.
Maybe I’m imagining it, but the moms at the tables seem to look at me funny.
I climb back into the passenger seat of his Jeep, and the first thing my eyes settle on is the sticker, SEMPER FIDELIS.
The magnitude of what I’d just done hits me so hard, I gasp.
I have a boyfriend,
I say idiotically. As if he cares.
Don’t be too hard on yourself,
he says.
Easy for you to say. Marines aren’t the only ones with a code of fidelity, you know.
I look out the window—anywhere but at him. And we didn’t use, you know, a condom.
I’m the healthiest guy you’ve ever met. I’m the one who should be worried.
That’s insulting,
I say. Besides, I’ve had the same boyfriend for years.
My stomach churns with guilt. God, I can’t believe I just did that.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t make a habit of this.
It doesn’t. I lean my head against the window.
You know the term psychosomatic, right?
he asks me. Physical symptoms that come from mental distress?
Yes, of course. Why?
I don’t want you to waste time blaming yourself for what just happened, or blaming me. You just listened to your body. When’s the last time you did that?
I honestly have no idea. But he’s right: There’s no point in hand-wringing. As my mother would say, what’s done is done. The only thing I can do is make sure it never happens again.
We pull into the gym parking lot. I let myself look at him, trying to accept that this will be the last time I see him. I allow myself to drink in the sight of him, telling myself that as soon as I set foot outside of the car, I will do everything I can to forget about this man and the way he makes me feel.
And, still, I want him.
He turns off the engine, and my breath catches in my throat as I open the door. I want him to say something—anything. I need some sort of parting words, something to take with me as I move on with the rest of my life, no doubt turning this over in my mind again and again until I’m mercifully able to put it to rest somehow.
But he says nothing.
I walk quickly into the gym, my legs feeling shaky. I resist the intense urge to look behind me.
In the locker room I shed my filthy, wet clothes and wrap myself in a towel. After putting my dirty clothes in a plastic bag, I shove them in my locker. I’m so freaked out, I consider tossing them in the garbage. Then my phone rings.
I sift through my handbag for it, hoping it’s Hillary, that some sort of sisterly telepathy made her reach out to me. I desperately need to hear her voice.
But it’s not Hillary.
With my heart in my throat, I say, Hey,
trying to normalize my voice. Why is Cliff calling me during work, today of all days?
Hey, listen, I only have a minute,
he says, but I want to tell you to plan on packing a bag for tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Yeah—after the CrossFit Games, we’ll stay at a bed-and-breakfast on the way back from Sacramento.
My stomach lurches. You know, I don’t really want to go to the Games after all.
What are you talking about? Aren’t you doing this CrossFit stuff with your trainer? You completely sold me on the idea. And you’re right—we need some time together.
I know there is no point in