Текст книги "Insider"
Автор книги: Olivia Cunning
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Twenty-Three
Freshly shaven and surprisingly without massive blood loss, Toni slipped into the pink thong with a soft tuft of fur at the front. She’d just shaved her fur, so why would she want to wear synthetic pink fur on a pair of panties that disappeared up her ass crack? She slipped the matching babydoll over her head and pulled it over her breasts. She gaped at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were clearly visible through the gauzy material, and there was no hiding the size of her boobs.
A knock at the door made her jump.
“What’s taking you so long?” Logan asked. “I’m lonely out here.”
Her hands automatically flew upward to cover her breasts. “Just trying things on.”
“Can I see?”
Her gaze darted to the mirror. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to see.
“I’m not decent,” she said, lowering her hands, which were trembling uncontrollably.
“That’s the general idea,” he said and opened the door.
She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, so she slapped them over her eyes. Because if she couldn’t see herself, surely he couldn’t see her either.
Logan produced a guttural purr that made Toni’s tiny panties demonstrate their complete lack of absorbency. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said.
“Don’t tease,” she said, still covering her eyes with both hands.
“Oh, I plan to do plenty of teasing,” he said.
Toni heard him moving around the bathroom, but couldn’t figure out what he was doing. She slowly lowered her hands to find him scooping up dozens of sex toys. He left the room with overflowing arms only to return a moment later empty-handed.
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered, her belly fluttering with a combination of nerves and anticipation.
He took her hand and tugged her toward the bedroom. “Lamb, the question you should be asking is what aren’t you going to do to me?”
The first thing she noticed was that except for the stark-white fitted sheet, he’d stripped all the bedding from the bed. The second thing she saw was the pile of sex toys on a club chair he’d maneuvered to the bedside. The third was the belt lying on the mattress. She didn’t understand the thrill of excitement that streaked through her at the sight of the simple strap of black leather.
“What’s that for?” she asked as he tugged her ever closer to the bed by her wrist.
“The belt?”
She flushed and nodded, unable to meet his eyes.
“What do you think it’s for?” he asked.
She could think of a number of purposes it could be used for, but only one she wanted it used for.
Her eyes flicked up to his before she lowered them again. “To tie me down?”
He hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him. “That’s exactly what it’s for.” His thumb slowly traced her lower lip.
She had no way of knowing if tying her down had been his original intention or if he’d had other ideas for the belt or had just left it there by mistake, but she was glad he was agreeable to her suggestion.
“Lie down and let me look at you first.”
She wasn’t sure she liked that idea—he was sure to find every flaw of her imperfect flesh—but she couldn’t deny him anything when he stared at her with that hopeful expression. She stepped back and turned to the bed, placing both hands and a knee on the mattress so she could crawl to the center.
“Stop right there,” he said.
One foot still on the floor, she paused and peered over her shoulder at him.
“Take those panties off before you crawl up there.”
She lowered her foot to the floor and reached for the thin straps on her hips. She started to pull the garment off as she normally would, but decided he probably wanted a little show. She spread her legs and leaned forward, slowly tugging the strings over her rounded ass, stopping just short of exposing her newly shaved pussy to his riveted gaze.
“Are you sure you want them off?” she asked, her voice low in her attempt to be seductive. “They’re necessary to complete my outfit.”
“I’m sure.”
When she tugged the fabric free and cool air bathed her hot pussy, Logan sucked in a deep breath through his nose.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
“It feels so different now that it’s shaved.” She slid a hand over her smooth mound, her fingers gliding into her slit. Her panties were caught at the top of her thighs, and something about them being there keeping her legs from spreading farther apart, made her feel sexy. She stroked her outer lips in slow circles and then spread them to give Logan a peek at what was hidden between.
He groaned his approval of her sudden brazenness. The feeling of empowerment she got from his attention made her bold.
She closed her thighs slightly and pushed the panties down her legs until they dropped to the floor and she kicked them aside. She inexplicably wished she wore a pair of pink stilettoes. She doubted she’d be able to walk in them, but was sure they’d make her legs and ass look fantastic. But from the way Logan was staring, she decided her ass must look pretty good even without the aid of perception-bending shoes.
Toni crawled up on the bed, taking her time to get to the center so he could take his time ogling her. By the time she lay on her back in the center of the mattress, Logan had his dick in his hand.
“God, what you do to me, woman.” He moved to the end of the bed, and her legs popped open as if the man were telekinetic and had willed them to spread for him. He crawled up between her legs, not stopping until he was suspended above her on his hands and knees. Her belly clenched when he lifted a hand to touch her nipple through the transparent material of her fur-trimmed babydoll.
“I think I get so caught up in your spectacular breasts that I underappreciate that gorgeous ass of yours,” he said.
“It in no way compares to that gorgeous ass of yours,” she said, giving his butt a playful swat.
He reached for the belt, and her belly quivered. He slid the leather through the buckle to form a loop and slipped it over her hand to encircle her wrist. When he jerked the strap tight against her skin, heat and moisture surged to her center and a gasp of excitement escaped her.
“This is turning you on,” he said.
It was that obvious, was it? What had given her away? The pounding of her heart? The quickening of her breath? The way her nipples and pussy had instantly swelled and now tingled with arousal? He obviously couldn’t feel what she was feeling, but he was absolutely correct—the feel of that tough leather against her delicate skin definitely turned her on.
He pulled her bound arm up above her head. Her heart thudded faster. Breath quickened until she was gasping. Logan scowled when his gaze lifted to a spot above her head.
“You know what sucks about hotel beds?”
She liked this bed pretty well, so she shook her head.
“They all have fabric headboards affixed to the wall. I guess it’s good for protecting your skull while I’m pounding you so hard you’re banging your head, but it’s not good for tying a woman properly. I need a nice brass bed or a four-poster for that.”
She pressed her lips together, hoping her disappointment didn’t register on her face. It wasn’t his fault they didn’t have the proper setup. He’d tried to do what she wanted. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tie me down.”
“But I want to fulfill your wildest fantasies.”
She giggled. “I do have more than one.”
He glanced at the chair full of toys. “Does one of them involve coming more times than you can count?”
A renewed thrill of excitement pulsed through her core. “It does now.”
“We’ll save your bondage fantasies for another lesson,” he promised, stroking her hair from her face and kissing her tenderly.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said with a soft chuckle.
“Today’s lesson begins with vibration,” he said matter-of-factly as he reached over the bed and lifted a small silver vibrator from the pile. He turned the base and it hummed to life.
“Are you sure these toys are new?” she asked. None of them were in their original packaging, and they’d apparently been fitted with batteries.
“I’m positive,” he said. “Some poor crew member had the chore of unpacking and powering up these suckers before we arrived.”
“So someone knows what we’re doing in here?” she squeaked.
He chuckled. “Honey, everyone knows what we’re doing in here.”
The tip of the vibrator was cool as he slowly drew it over the hot flesh between her thighs. Its small smooth tip slipped easily inside her. He glided the vibe deeper and then shifted down the mattress so he could flick his tongue against her throbbing clit while he worked the vibrator inside her. She clung to the sheet with both hands to keep herself from launching off the bed as she quickly spiraled toward bliss. He slid the vibrator free of her body and massaged the tip against her already throbbing clit. The combination of his tongue flicks and the vibration sent her flying. She cried out, her eyes flying open in shock at how quickly she’d found her peak. At least she’d thought it had been her peak. Logan seemed determined to take her higher. As the waves of pleasure rippled through her clenching pussy, he dipped the tip of the vibrator inside her, working it against her spasms. When she was sure her pleasure couldn’t be topped, he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Logan!” she screamed as her climax intensified.
She tensed when the vibration slipped back a couple of inches and brushed her back entrance.
He wouldn’t, she thought, just before he did.
She gasped as her ass tightened around the smooth, vibrating tip inside her.
“Logan?” She wasn’t sure if she liked the sensation. Okay, she was totally sure that she liked it, but she wasn’t sure why she liked it.
“Do you want me to take it out?” he asked.
She should want him to take it out. Shiny metal vibrators did not belong in her ass. “N-no.”
He licked her quaking pussy as if to reward her admission. “Do you want it deeper?”
She wasn’t sure. It felt bizarre to be breached there, even if it was only inside her an inch or two. Bizarre, yet thrilling. “Maybe a little,” she whispered.
He popped the vibrator free and then pressed it inside her ass again, taking it several inches deeper this time.
She groaned in bliss.
“I want to feel that,” he said, kissing his way up her body.
She wasn’t sure what he meant until he fumbled between their bodies and pressed his cock into her opening. He sucked in an excited breath. “Oh yeah,” he murmured, “that’s nice.”
Nice? She moaned as he began to thrust, pulling out slowly and pausing just inside her, where he must have been able to feel the vibration against his cockhead, before ramming deep and withdrawing oh so slowly again. His arm shot out to the side and he grabbed a rubbery pink vibrator from the collection of devices on the chair.
“Here,” he said. “Use this on your clit. I’m too far gone to multitask.”
She didn’t think she needed the added stimulation, but ever the good student, Toni did as her instructor demanded. He straightened his arms to give her enough room to massage her clit with her new best friend. She wasn’t sure if she experienced multiple orgasms or just one long, ever-intensifying orgasm, but by the time Logan pulled out, tears were streaming down her face.
Toni lifted her head so she could watch him stroke his cock between her thighs. He erupted with a hoarse cry, his fluids jetting from his body in a high arc and splattering over her belly and shaved mound. His head dropped back, golden curls tumbling about his strong tanned shoulders as he gasped for air.
Still laboring for breath, he lifted his head and looked down at her. “That was very irresponsible of me. We really need to get you on some sort of birth control.”
She flushed and avoided his gaze as she pulled the vibrator out of her ass. She probably should have mentioned that she’d been on the birth control shot for years—not because she was having sex, but because her menstrual periods had been dangerously heavy and her doctor had thought the shots would help lighten them.
“I’ll call Butch for some Plan B.”
He shifted to move from the bed, and Toni grabbed his wrist. “That won’t be necessary.”
He looked at her like she was a raving lunatic. “I’m not ready to be a father.”
“Me neither,” she said. “I mean I’m not ready to be a mother. I’m already on birth control. I get the shot every three months.” She’d never thought of it as birth control before, but she supposed it was now working double duty.
“And we’ve been using condoms why?”
“Because,” she said, her heart aching. “Because you’ve been with a lot of women.”
He laid a hand on her head. “And I’ve always been extra careful.”
She lifted a skeptical brow at him, and he laughed.
“I guess that’s hard to believe, considering I can’t seem to keep my unprotected dick out of you, but it’s a fact. I’ve never had this uncontrollable need to be skin on skin with a woman before. Being safe has always been more important than feeling good.”
Her skeptical brow lifted a notch higher.
“I’m not just saying that to gain your cooperation, Toni. I mean it. And if you’re worried that I’ve got some STD, you can check my physical report. We all get a full health screening before every tour. It’s in our contract.” He scowled. “There’s a lot of weird shit in that contract.”
“What else is in that contract?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“Nope, we’re not talking about that tonight.”
“Why? Does the contract prevent you from discussing the contract?” Wow, that must be some seriously iron-clad document.
“No,” he said. “It’s your night off, and I still have a whole lot of lessons planned.”
She smiled. She’d definitely rather enjoy his lessons than talk about contracts.
“And since we don’t have to use condoms anymore . . .” He tilted his head toward her and waited for her to nod, which, after a few seconds of contemplation, she did. “Yes!” He made a victory fist and then used it to cover a weak cough. “The lessons are sure to become more spontaneous.”
A group with laughing, boisterous voices traversed the hall just outside their suite. A loud knock on their door sent Toni scuttling after the nearest cover—a comforter wadded up in a corner of the room.
“Logan,” Steve called through the crack in the door. His voice sounded slurred. “Loooogan. Need some help in there?”
“Knock it off,” Max said. “You know he’s with Toni tonight.”
“You don’t think he needs any help with her?” Steve said, his voice carrying through the door. “Loooogan, let me in. I’ve got a boner with your pretty friend’s name on it.”
“Go away,” Logan called. “I’m balls deep in a piece of heaven right now and need no assistance.”
Toni bent over and scooped up a stray sock ball to throw at him. Logan’s claim would have been true ten minutes ago, but even then, it wasn’t information Steve needed to know.
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me and my boner.”
Logan pressed three fingertips to the center of his forehead and shook his head. “Sorry about that, lamb. He must be drunk.”
“And horny.”
“He’s always horny. He’s just more likely to share that information when he’s drunk.”
Toni stared at the door, thinking about what Steve had said. Did he really have a boner for her, or was he just messing with Logan?
“You aren’t considering his proposition are you?” Logan asked.
She pulled her gaze from the door and fixed on him. “Of course not. I want only you. Not Steve. Not even the toys. Just you.”
He stared at her for a long moment and then moved to the desk where several bouquets of flowers were arranged in vases. He picked up a room service menu.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I’m starving.”
She was very aware that he didn’t return her blurted sentiments, but what could she do? Just because she’d fallen head over heels for him immediately didn’t mean he had contracted the same unfortunate condition.
“I could eat,” she said. She tucked the comforter around her body. “But I think I’ll start by doing some damage to that strawberry shortcake.” The one he’d so thoughtfully ordered for her. For a guy not willing to admit he had feelings, he sure was playing all his cards at once.
Toni could honestly say it was the best night of her life. They talked and laughed, pigged out on room service, made love, watched eighties movies and quoted memorable lines, and played a game of truth or dare in which Logan wound up naked in the elevator and Toni revealed her most embarrassing moments. Still, though exhausted, Toni had a hard time falling asleep. She decided it wasn’t because Logan snored every time he rolled onto his back, but because she was afraid she’d wake up the next morning and find everything had been a dream.
Not sure when she’d finally drifted off, she woke at first light and smiled to find Logan still beside her. She touched his beard-roughened face, traced his brow, and wrapped his golden curls around her fingertips until she was met by a disgruntled, blue-eyed stare.
“What are you doing awake so early?” he asked.
“Just thinking that if last night was that much fun, today is going to be beyond great.”
“The only lessons I give before noon are for anal sex.”
Her butt cheeks tightened automatically. Yes, she’d enjoyed having a slender vibe back there, a finger or two, and even the occasional flick of his tongue, but she didn’t ever want to find out what it felt like to have his huge cock pounding the wrong hole.
“I’ll let you sleep then.”
He winked at her. “I’ll wear you down eventually.” He flipped onto his side and curled into his bunched pillow, while she spent the morning trying to convince herself that lots of prison inmates had anal sex. So how bad could it be?
May 5
Dear Journal,
Sorry I missed writing to you yesterday. I was really busy. First with interviews, then with Logan. I almost didn’t write again today, but my head is so full of thoughts right now, I can’t contain them. The same cannot be said for Logan. It’s almost noon and he’s still asleep. I didn’t want to disturb him on his day off, but I was starting to get bored, so I decided to write.
Yesterday I did all my interviews with the band. Most of what they told me can’t be used in the book. Figures, right? It’s good that they trust me enough to tell me their secrets, but I do need material I can actually include. There’s one secret incident that Reagan actually wants me to spill in the book. And I guess I don’t blame her.
A couple of weeks ago someone tried to kidnap and kill her. And the public doesn’t know about it. I can’t believe it was covered up. I Googled the incident before we arrived at the hotel and the full story isn’t online anywhere. There is a short report about Pyre Vamp assaulting someone and being arrested, but it doesn’t say who he assaulted or what happened. I didn’t think it was legal to cover up crimes and protect the culprit. And maybe it’s not. So I’m going to write something about it in the book. Hopefully it’ll make Reagan feel better. She seemed really upset that it’s being kept a secret. But I think she’d be more upset if her other secret became public.
Reagan admitted to me that she’s dating both Trey and Ethan—Ethan’s her bodyguard, by the way. Even more shocking is that Trey and Ethan have sex with each other too. So they have a committed threesome. I don’t get how that works exactly. I guess I’m dense. Logan said he’s had threesomes before and even suggested that Steve would be a willing participant if I wanted to try it, but I don’t think I’m brazen enough to be naked in front of two men. He also said something about him being with two women at once and while I might be okay with being intimate with another woman, I don’t think I’d be able to stand watching her touch Logan. He’s mine.
Or I want him to be. He guards his heart so fiercely, I’m afraid he’ll never let me in.
He did open up to me a little during our interview. He told me about his estrangement with his brother. I can tell that he’s hurt more than mad. Logan apparently feels that he was replaced in his brother’s life by his stepbrother. I was surprised the two of them never made amends—they’re brothers. I can’t imagine letting anything come between Birdie and me. Unfortunately, I don’t think Logan has ever told his brother how he feels. I guess that’s to be expected. Logan has a very hard time admitting his feelings to me too. He probably never even told his mom how hurt he was to be excluded from her happy little family. I guess his relationship with his dad is pretty distant as well. It’s no wonder he tries to keep me from getting too close. But too bad. I’m not backing away.
I talked to Birdie for a little bit this morning. She had to go to school, so we didn’t get to talk long. I feel bad that I’m on this assignment and left her at home. I know I need to make a life for myself, but surely there’s a way to include Birdie in it. I’ll have to think about it. She seems to be doing okay with Mom, but I can tell she misses me. I miss her too.
So what else has happened since last I wrote?
Oh yeah—Steve’s ex-wife. I read things about her when I was doing my research and he’s right, he always comes across as the bad guy in their divorce. I never even questioned the tone of the information out there. Even when the truth is told, it can be worded in such a way that points a finger or exaggerates or understates or picks sides. I must be careful with my own phrasing in the book. The written word is arguably the most powerful tool on Earth. Too often it’s used to cause harm. I can tell it bothers Steve to always be portrayed as the one at fault for the breakup. I don’t think I’ll pry about it. I don’t want anyone to get hurt by something I write.
Dare said he might be able to talk the band into creating a song just for the book and letting me be a part of it. Wouldn’t that be cool? He came up with the idea. And he told me all sorts of stuff about their creative process. Sounds stressful. I hope they don’t throw things around the room. I’ll have to wear a helmet.
I need to remember to make a copy of Susan’s questions for Max. He didn’t like being put on the spot during the interview. Actually, if the guys are willing to sit there and write out answers, I should probably do the same for them all. They’ve been so great to me, I’d hate to be a pest. But damn, Susan is a total bitch. If I could show I already had all of her stupid questions answered, maybe she’d quit pestering me. Or maybe if I answered her text messages and told her to fuck off and leave me alone, she’d go away.
Highly doubtful.
Okay, I think Logan has slept long enough. I wonder if he’ll mind if I wake him up with a kiss.
On his cock. And let’s find out how much he likes a vibrator up his ass.
Feeling-frisky,
Toni
