Текст книги "Insider"

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Steve shrugged. “What else?”

“Steve is part mountain goat,” Max said. He only looked up from his self-appointed task of organizing sugar packets by color in the small container on the table when his plate was set before him by the server.

“More like part monkey,” Logan said, which earned him a well-placed kick to the shin.

“Do you climb?” Steve asked.

Logan pictured Toni all bundled up like a snow bunny, standing at the foot of a mountain at Steve’s side. He didn’t like the idea of her having something in common with Steve, and he was very confused as to why he gave a shit.

Toni laughed. “I’m not dexterous enough to climb it. I just like to look at the scenery.”

“It is a gorgeous mountain,” Steve said. “Not too challenging of a climb, but I wouldn’t recommend it for a beginner.”

“So what do you do for fun?” Logan asked, trying to regain her attention.

“Me?” Toni met his eyes across the table.

“You’re the only one here I don’t know well,” Logan said.

She shrugged. “Not much. Studying. Reading.”

“You study for fun?” Logan had never heard of such a thing.

“I like to learn things.” She chuckled. “I guess that’s why I kept changing majors. So I could stay in college for as long as possible.”

“She’s too smart for you, Lo,” Steve said. “He barely made it through high school.”

School had never been his thing, but he admired those who succeeded at it.

“Some people are good at school,” she said. “Some people are good at other things.”

She ducked her head, and Logan noticed the blush spreading up her throat and face. She peeked at him from beneath her long lashes, and he could only hope that she thought he was good in bed, because he very much wanted to impress her with his skills.

“What did you major in?” Logan asked.

She laughed. “The more appropriate question is what didn’t I major in?”

He reached across the table and took her hand. He needed to touch her. Needed all the other jack-offs at the table to disappear so he could have her all to himself. “So what didn’t you major in?”

“Physical education.”

He grinned. A subject he excelled at. Getting physical. “I have some expertise in that subject if you’d like lessons.”

“Ugh.” Reagan groaned. “Will you stop with the lame come-ons? I’m trying to eat my disgustingly healthy breakfast.”

Toni squeezed his hand. “If I ever decide I need more physical education, I know who to ask.”

He grinned. “I’m more than happy to teach you all I know. What kind of things can you teach me?”

“Nothing physical.” She laughed. “I started as a pre-law major, tried Russian literature for a while, then changed my focus to computer programming and graphic arts. At the end of my second sophomore year, I decided I liked to write, so I switched to a double major in English and journalism. I ended up with a pretty worthless liberal arts degree.”

“Do you have a hard time making up your mind about things?” he asked.

She shrugged and poked at one of the avocado slices on top of her omelet. “Not really. I just have so many interests.”

“Am I one of your interests?”

“Ugh!” Reagan cried and started hitting Logan repeatedly in the arm. “I can’t take it. Stop hitting on her at the breakfast table.”

“I think you’re the one hitting on me,” he complained, unable to avoid her blows since he was trapped in the booth by Dare.

“Logan,” Toni said, “you can hit on me later. In private.”

He grinned. “Can do.”

She tore her gaze from his, and he released her hand so he could concentrate on his breakfast.

“So,” she said, shoving the avocados aside and poking at her spinach and tomato omelet with her fork. “I did all the background research on how the band formed and everything, but I’d like to hear you guys tell it. I don’t want my book’s introduction to read like a Wikipedia entry. I’d love some insider information that has never been shared with the general public before.”

“The band was started by Dare,” Steve said.

“Why didn’t you start a band with your brother?” Toni asked Dare.

Logan had always wondered why Trey and Dare were in different bands. They both played guitar, but Dare had always played lead and Trey played rhythm, so it would make sense for them to be in the same band.

“Because Trey sucked,” Dare said.

That earned him a smack in the back of the head from Reagan. As Logan was sitting between them, he got caught in the crossfire. “Hey, now. Watch it.”

“Trey does not suck.” Reagan chuckled and rolled her eyes to the heavens. “Okay, he does—in the best possible way—but the way he plays guitar doesn’t.” She blew out a flustered breath. “What I’m trying to say is he’s amazing at both sucking and playing.”

“Now who’s getting inappropriate at the breakfast table?” Logan said.

“I said he ‘sucked.’ Past tense,” Dare said. “Trey didn’t figure out how to produce a unique sound until he was sixteen and then he really only sounded good with Sinclair. Trey and I never had a complementary sound, not even when my mom first taught us to play folksongs on acoustic guitars. Our sounds competed rather than complemented each other. It sounded like shit when we played together.”

“So no chance you’ll ever play in a band with your brother?” Toni asked.

“I wouldn’t say no chance, but fairly slim. We both love where we are now. Why would we change bands?”

“So Steve joined the band next?” Toni asked. “He answered your ad in the LA Times for ‘a drummer who isn’t afraid to break sticks and heads.’ ”

Dare chuckled. “He wasn’t the only one who answered that ad.”

She sat up straighter and gazed at Dare in rapt attention. Logan had a million stories that weren’t public knowledge. If that was the best way to get her attention, he was happy to supply her with enough insider information to fill a semi-trailer full of napkins.

“How many answered it?”

“Just three,” Dare said. “The first guy, who is now the drummer for Waylaid, thought I meant he had to know how to fight. He was more interested in breaking human heads than drum heads.”

Steve laughed. “Are you serious? You never told me that. Is that the only reason you picked me?”

Dare shook his head. “I picked you because your wife was hot.”

Steve’s smile faded. “Well, that’s the only thing she had going for her.”

Damn it, Dare. Really? They all knew how maudlin Steve got when his thoughts turned to his ex-wife. There was no reason to bring up Bianca at breakfast.

“I thought maybe she had some hot friends she could introduce to me,” Dare said.

“You fuckin’ liar,” Max said, shaking his head at Dare.

Dare turned his attention to Max, who sat at the opposite corner of the table. “Why do you say that?”

“You told me that when Steve auditioned, every hair on your body stood on end and you knew you were in the company of greatness.”

Dare chuckled. “How drunk was I when I said that?”

“That’s the story I heard too,” Logan said.

“Yeah, well maybe.” Dare shrugged. “It was fifteen years ago. I tend to forget the details.”

Toni was scribbling furiously on her napkin, drawing little boxes with words and linking them to other boxes with arrows. Logan tried to read it upside down, but couldn’t figure out what all the boxes were about.

“So a drummer and guitarist does not a band make,” Reagan said. “Who was next?”

Steve kicked Logan under the table. Logan tore his gaze from Toni and found Steve grinning at him as if he were dumber than a rock. “Uh, Steve asked me if I was available to start a new band,” Logan said. “I wasn’t actually—I was playing with Last Cannibal—but the lead guitarist was a tool, so I decided to give Exodus End a try. Steve and I had both been playing the Southern Californian club scene in different bands for a couple of years, so we partied together a bit. We never played together until Exodus End, though.”

“Last Cannibal broke up as soon as Logan left. He was the only one in the band who knew what he was doing,” Steve said.

Logan shrugged. “That’s because the rest of them were too lazy to schedule gigs. When you’re first starting out, you have to network constantly. They wanted to skip directly to the after-parties.”

“Logan got us most of our gigs when we first formed,” Dare said. “If he wasn’t such an awesome musician, he’d have made a great manager for some lucky band.”

“I hated doing that shit,” Logan said. “A necessary evil to get noticed.”

Logan glanced at Toni and found her gazing at him with adulation. Awesome. Keep talking me up, guys. He was all about getting noticed. Always had been.

“So when did Max join?” Toni asked.

“We’ve been through a couple lead singers,” Dare said.

Logan tried not to feel too bitter about that since he’d been the band’s first and shortest-lived vocalist.

“It’s hard to find the right voice sometimes,” Dare said. “You know after a few shows if they’re right for the band or not. Since they get most of the attention and glory—”

“But have the easiest role,” Steve interrupted.

Max leaned across Toni to shove Steve halfway out of the bench. He was the only one who’d finished his breakfast. That explained why he’d been so quiet throughout their story.

“—you have to find someone who can sing and incite a crowd,” Dare continued. “Especially if you plan to make it as a live band. Plus he played bad-ass lead guitar.”

“Wait,” Toni said. “I thought that until he hurt his wrist, he played rhythm guitar.”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” Dare said.

“When we first started we had two leads,” Max said. “The record label made us tone our sound down a little. Have you heard our first album?” he asked Toni. “The one we produced ourselves? It’s hard to find. We only pressed a few hundred copies. But we sounded quite a bit different then. Very guitar heavy.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard any of your early work,” Toni said. “Is there any chance we can share some of it in the book?”

She was so excited her voice squeaked. If Logan hadn’t already been crushing hard on the woman, that little sound of joy would have done it for him.

“Maybe,” Dare said. “We’ll have to check with Sam. We have to worry about record contracts and no-compete clauses and all that legal bullshit. That’s why we never rereleased that album digitally.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, I hope we can at least share some clips, but if not, I’d really like to hear it just for personal enjoyment.”

“It’s not as polished as our record label stuff. You might not like it,” Max said. “Two lead guitars is a bit overpowering.”

“Sinners pull it off in their solos,” Reagan said. Her entire body was quivering with the excitement of possibility.

Logan wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “Now don’t you let that boyfriend of yours give you any ideas. We stick with what works for us, not what works for Sinners.”

She sighed in disappointment.

“She wants to play lead so bad she can taste it,” Max said with a soft laugh.

“Sorry, Reagan, that’s my gig,” Dare said. “You’ll play lead in your own band someday. You’re too good not to.”

This seemed to placate her for the time being. Logan loosened his hold. Toni released a loud breath. Hmm . . . Did she not like it when he hugged Reagan? Or was she sighing in relief for some other reason? Logan rubbed Reagan’s bare arm and watched Toni for her reaction. Her eyebrows drew together in a harsh scowl. So she didn’t like him to touch Reagan. That was a certainty. The elbow jab to the ribs told him Reagan wasn’t much appreciating his familiar fondling either.

Logan dropped his arm and located his fork. He picked the tomatoes out of his omelet, eating them one by one, before he repeated the task on the avocado slices. He liked the components separately, but wasn’t a fan of their flavors blended with eggs and spinach.

“How did you know Max was the right singer for the band?” Toni asked.

“The first night Max sang onstage with us, we all got laid,” Steve said.

“Weren’t you married at the time?” Toni asked, her doe-like eyes wide.

“Yep,” Steve said with a curt nod. “Bianca had stopped fucking me regularly by then, so when she jumped me backstage that night, I knew Max had what it took.”

“To get you laid?” Max frowned.

“To get us all laid,” Steve said.

“Max does get the ladies hot and bothered,” Dare said.

“You all get the ladies hot and bothered,” Reagan said. “Frankly, I don’t see the appeal.”

Knowing she was teasing, Logan grabbed her thigh just above her knee and squeezed repeatedly until she was thrashing about in the booth and laughing. “Reagan lies,” he said. “She’s totally boy crazy.”

“I totally see the appeal,” Toni said.

“Are you hot and bothered, Toni?” Max said near her ear.

She stared at Logan as she said, “You have no idea.”

Seven

Toni tried not to geek-out in the limo, but it wasn’t easy to play it cool. Especially since Logan had taken the seat next to her and she could feel his body heat from knee to shoulder. Every time he moved, his scent engulfed her and it was all she could do to keep herself from burying her nose in that tight blue T-shirt and inhaling his subtle cologne like a cocaine addict.

She’d gotten lots of great material for her book at breakfast. She hoped she’d be able to share some of Exodus End’s earliest songs as part of the introduction. She was already thinking of ways to connect the MP3s to the stories of the band’s inception. Maybe different songs could play in the background as a reader made their way through the book. She wasn’t sure if using their recorded music was possible. Their record label probably held the rights to all the band’s songs tightly within its grip.

“Toni?” Logan’s voice caressed the back of her neck. The sensation snaked down her spine and made her nipples tingle. That morning she had purposely chosen to wear a thick button-down blouse that didn’t hug her breasts. Not because she didn’t want to attract the man’s attention, but because her nipples were like beacons every time he was near and it was embarrassing.

“Yeah?” she asked, looking up into his blue eyes.

“Nothing,” he whispered. “I just wanted to say your name.”

Her breath caught.

Okay, she needed this man in a bad way. She didn’t care if he was playing her. Didn’t care if he had only one thing on his mind. Didn’t care if he never wanted a relationship. She could deal with all of that when the time came. What she couldn’t deal with was the thought of never again feeling his warmth against her naked skin or his thick cock driving into her body.

“Logan?” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

She glanced around to make sure no one was listening. The rest of the band members were talking about football, a subject that had never appealed to Toni, but was apparently something that got Reagan amped up. An avid Chargers’ fan, she looked ready to throttle Steve, who claimed to be a Raiders’ fan. Or maybe he was just pretending to get her all riled and animated. They seemed to like her that way.

While everyone’s attention was elsewhere, Toni slid her hand over Logan’s knee to press against the inside of his thigh.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said about my lack of . . . physical education.” She moved her mouth closer to his ear so no one would overhear what she was about to say. “Do you think you could teach me things?”

The muscles beneath her fingertips clenched. “What kind of things?”

“Um, I don’t know. Maybe we could start with . . .” She searched her brain for something that he would probably like if she had any idea what she was doing. “. . . how to suck . . . uh . . . give you a blow job?”

Logan choked and then went into a coughing fit that drew everyone’s attention.

“Are you okay, dude?” Steve asked.

Logan nodded vigorously. “I’m fine,” he sputtered between wheezing breaths. “Choked on my own spit.”

“Smooth,” Steve said with a laugh.

When Logan finally settled, he squeezed Toni’s hand. “Damn, woman,” he said under his breath, “are you trying to kill me?”

She closed her eyes to keep the threatening tears from spilling. “I understand,” she whispered.

“You understand what?”

“That you don’t want anything to do with me.”

He knocked on her skull with his knuckles. “I thought you were supposed to be smart up here.”

She opened her eyes to find him grinning at her. “What do you mean?”

He leaned close and whispered, “I’ll teach you anything you want to know. When would you like to start?”

Now, her body demanded. Unfortunately, her brain didn’t agree with that degree of spontaneity and inhibition. “As soon as we can be alone,” she whispered.

“Do you want to skip the radio interview?”

Yes, her body demanded. Unfortunately her brain realized they both had a job to do and that job didn’t include her learning how to give oral pleasure.

She sighed. “We can’t.”

He echoed her sigh. “You’re right. After the interview we have to travel to the venue for tonight’s performance. Once we get there, there’ll be sound check, then a meet and greet, dinner, and then the show followed by the after-party. Maybe I can call in sick. The band doesn’t really need a bassist. We’re highly overrated.”

She chuckled at his willingness to teach her. She was starting to believe she’d had an excellent idea. After he taught her how to please him with her mouth, she could request additional tutorials. Then maybe when they parted, she could find a boyfriend. Though she’d really like to be Logan’s girl, she knew he’d lose interest in her pretty quickly. And that was understandable. They were from completely different worlds. And she wasn’t exactly the kind of woman who rock stars dated. Or judging from past experience, the kind of girl who anyone dated.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked.

She tried to stop grinning like a fool, but couldn’t help it. “Nope. I’m just glad you agreed to this.”

Now he was the one laughing. “Yeah, teaching you to suck my dick is such a hardship.” He stroked her hair from her face with one hand and kissed her temple. She smiled in bliss until she noticed everyone was now staring at them. Dare in particular looked pissed.

Reluctantly she tugged away from Logan and sat with her hands in her lap. Her behavior obviously disturbed them all. She wouldn’t want to do something to get herself booted from their entourage. She was here to work, after all, not get involved with their bass player.

“How do you guys do all this day after day?” Toni asked. “You must be exhausted.”

“We run on pure adrenaline,” Dare said. “That’s why we crash so hard at night.”

“The guys get every fourth day off,” Butch said, as if that was pampering them.

“And I will not be moving from my hotel bed for a full twenty-four hours,” Logan said. He leaned closer to Toni and whispered, “I hope you’ll join me.”

She flushed. She couldn’t help it. She would very much like to spend twenty-four hours in bed with him but couldn’t fathom what they could possibly do to entertain themselves for that long. Watch TV? Maybe he had some ideas.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“That I wouldn’t know what to do with you for twenty-four hours.”

He grinned devilishly. “I need far more than twenty-four hours to do all the things I want to do with you.”

His lips brushed the side of her neck, and she sucked in a shaky breath.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “There are so many things I want to show you, Toni. Teach you.”

“Yes,” was the only word she could manage.

“Logan,” Reagan said, “will you give the woman some breathing room? She looks a little overwhelmed.”

Toni wanted to hide under the seat. She hadn’t realized all the limo occupants were staring at them. And here she’d been contemplating ripping off her shirt and clinging to Logan’s thick hair as he sucked her throbbing breasts. She forced her body to move so that there were several inches between them.

Logan scowled at Reagan. “Seriously? If Trey was here, you’d be all over him.”

“Well, he isn’t, so it’s a nonissue.”

“You’d better get that stiffy under control before we get to the radio station,” Steve advised, shaking his head at Logan’s disgrace.

“I was working on that before Reagan interrupted.”

Toni’s gaze dropped to Logan’s crotch. Oh my, he was hard. She had no idea what possessed her to grab it right there in front of everyone. Logan produced a sound, half groan, half whimper. He covered her bold hand with his and squeezed.

The limo pulled to a halt. The rest of the band scrambled out as if the car was on fire. Had she embarrassed them? She’d certainly embarrassed herself.

Logan was still holding her hand against the hard, thick ridge in his pants when he headed for the door. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he called, yanked the door shut, and locked it.

Turning to Toni, the sole occupant in the limo, he said, “You’re in trouble, lamb.”

Toni swallowed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I just . . . wanted it.”

She ran her hand up and down the length of his penis beneath the denim. She still wanted it.

“You can’t grab it like that and not expect me to fuck you immediately.”

Her mouth went dry and she forced her gaze to his, seeking the daring she hadn’t realized dwelled within her. “Maybe that’s why I grabbed it. So you’d f-fuck me.” She couldn’t believe those words had escaped her mouth. Saying them caused moisture to surge from her suddenly throbbing pussy. The tender soreness there had been distracting her most of the morning, but now something entirely more distracting was building between her thighs.

“Take your panties off.”

She glanced around. The limo was empty and the windows were tinted black. Still . . . “Here?”

“Give them to me.”

She hesitated and then reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her thighs. She handed them to Logan and stared at him with wide eyes.

“Are you wet?”

“I don’t know.”

His hand slid up the inside of her thigh. She tensed.

“Let me,” he said, his voice low and completely in control. She got lost in his gaze and opened her thighs as far as she could in her knee-length skirt.

His hand moved higher. Higher. His fingers brushed her slick folds, and she gasped.

“Yes,” he said. “You are. Tell me that you’re wet.”

“I’m wet, Logan. For you.”

“Damn, what that does to me,” he groaned under his breath. He teased her opening with one fingertip until she was rocking her hips against his hand.

“Oh.” Her pussy clenched, begging to be filled. “Deeper, Logan. Inside.”

His finger slipped inside her a mere inch. He caught her gasp in his mouth as he kissed her deeply. That was the only thing he was doing deeply. She rocked her hips against his hand, urging him to plunge his finger into her.

He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her throat. “You deserve better than this,” he murmured. “You deserve better.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Please don’t reject me, Logan. Not now. I couldn’t bear it.

“Forgive me, lamb,” he whispered.

Her heart panged unpleasantly. Breath strangled in her throat. Then don’t hurt my feelings. I’ll have nothing to forgive.

He rubbed his lips over her cheek. “Forgive me for not being strong enough to wait. All I can think about is how much I want to bury myself inside this sweet, wet pussy.”

He slipped his finger deep, and she shuddered with bliss. He wanted her. Maybe as much as she wanted him.

“You deserve to be treated with gentleness. And patience.”

“No,” she sputtered. “That’s not what I want.”

He lifted his head to look at her. “It’s not?”

She shook her head. “I like that I turn you on. That you’ve talked me out of my panties and have your finger inside me in the back of a limo. I even like that everyone knows what we’re probably doing in here.”

He stared at her wide-eyed. “You do?”

“Yeah. There’s only one thing I’d prefer over this.”

“What’s that?”

“That you had more than your finger inside me. Please tell me you have a condom with you.”

He grinned crookedly. He reached into his back pocket and produced a condom. He held it between two fingers to display it for her.

“I was hoping I’d need this today.”

“Show me how to put it on you,” she said, shifting on the seat so she could see what she was doing.

He knelt on the floorboard between her feet and reached for his fly.

“Let me,” she said. She really did want to learn how to turn him on. “Is it better if I unbutton these slowly and tease you, or just yank it open and plunge my hand in there as if I can’t wait to hold your hard penis in my hand?”

“Don’t call it that,” he said.

“What?”

“Penis. It sounds too . . . fifth-grade sex-ed.”

“What should I call it?”

“Dick.”

She shook her head. She didn’t like that word much.

“How about cock?”

“Okay,” she said. “Can I grab your hard cock now?” It felt strange to say the word. Strange and liberating. “I want your cock in my hand. In my . . . vagina.”

“Pussy. You want my hard cock deep in your pussy.”

She stepped it up a notch. “In my cunt.” Her face was flaming. Every inch of her on fire with excitement. Who knew being bad could feel so damned good?

He groaned. It was the only encouragement she needed.

Toni unfastened the button at his waist and then jerked the rest of his buttons open and reached in his open fly to free his cock. She held it loosely in both hands and stroked its length reverently.

“Oh. You’re so hard.” She tightened her grip and stroked him again.

He sucked a breath through his teeth.

She looked up at his face. He had one eye closed and his mouth open. She couldn’t tell if she was hurting him or annoying him or if he liked it.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked. “Show me.”

“You’re doing it perfectly,” he said. “I need you to stop, though, because I’m about to come. I’m not sure what it is about you that gets me so worked up so quickly. But just hearing you say the word cunt has me ready to nut all over your pretty face.”

She smiled. Her ability to excite him so thoroughly gave her an odd sense of empowerment. “Will you show me how to put the condom on you? I want you inside me now.” She paused and looked up at him uncertainly. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s definitely okay.”

He showed her how to tear open the package, slip the condom over his cockhead, pinch a reservoir at the tip, and unroll it down his shaft. When she had it in place, she looked up at him for approval.

“How was that?”

“You got the job done,” he said.

“Next time,” she said, “I’ll do it sexier.”

He practically tackled her to the bench seat. She tensed when she felt his cock probe her opening. Would it hurt again? Mentally, she knew it wasn’t supposed to hurt after that first time, but physically, her body remembered what if felt like for her tender tissues to give way to his hard flesh. He slid into her slowly, backing off several times and claiming her deeper with each forward thrust.

“Why are you doing that?” she asked.

“Doing what?”

“In and out like that.”

“I’m using your lubrication to make this easier, honey. If I just ram it in, it’ll hurt you.” He stroked her hair gently. “I want it to feel good for you this time.”

“It felt pretty good the first time,” she said.

He kissed her gently. “I know you’re lying. I hurt you. I won’t ever hurt you again. Unless you want to get a little rough. Do you like it rough?”

Rough? She wasn’t sure if she’d like rough, but how would she know unless she tried it? “Maybe. I don’t know. We’ll have to try it and see.”

Logan pulled back again and then buried himself to the hilt with one hard thrust.

“Oh!” she gasped. No pain at all, just a delightful sense of fullness.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes!”

“Then you like it rough.” He dropped his head to her shoulder and began to thrust his hips. Within seconds she was lost in a sea of pleasure. She strained against him, her fingers clinging to his hard chest, her legs tangling around his hips. Her back arched in complete surrender and she couldn’t stop herself from chanting his name.

“You feel so good,” he murmured into her neck. “So good, Toni. I need more time with you. More time. I want to fuck you slowly for hours.”

He grabbed one breast with his hand, pinching at her nipple with the same cadence as his thrusts. She only wished she was naked, so she could experience the full sensation.

“Later,” she promised. “We’ll take our time later.” Right now she liked the urgency and the passion that ignited quickly between them and threatened to explode.

Logan shifted and slid his free hand between her legs to stroke her clit while he thrust into her. Her fingers gripped the edge of the seat as her pleasure intensified.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back. Come for me.”

She didn’t know how to hold back. Or how to come for him. Everything her body was experiencing seemed completely involuntary to her. The throb between her thighs built into an intolerable ache. She writhed against his hand, until the building pleasure burst. Her body went taut and she cried out, shaking with bliss. Logan thrust deep and held himself buried within her, stroking her clit so fast as he came inside her that she couldn’t stop shaking. She forced her eyes open so she could watch his face as he found release. His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth dropped open as his entire body shuddered in ecstasy. She would love to see that pleasure-contorted face on a regular basis.

Logan’s hand went still and he collapsed. She held his weight against her, enjoying the solid feel of his body on hers. After he caught his breath, he pulled away to look down at her.

“I needed that,” he said. “Next time it will be all for your pleasure. I won’t let myself get so carried away.”

As if she was going to argue with that.

“And then the next time, you’ll teach me to suck your cock, right?” she said.

He groaned and wrapped both arms around her to give her an enthusiastic hug. “Woman, you’re going to get me hard again if you aren’t careful.”

Was that supposed to be some kind of warning? She took it as more of a challenge.