Sassy Road

by Blaine, Destiny

  Logan searched his sorrow filled eyes. He’d struck a nerve, lit a raging fire under a well ignited flame. “Oh my God. You are one sorry bastard, Devon. You already knew.”

  Chapter Five

  The next day, word traveled fast. Logan had claimed an old lady. He’d placed dibs on the new gal, Sassy, and the entire club hummed with the unexpected news.

  Prior to leaving the clubhouse, Logan had answered more questions than he’d been prepared to answer. Cara fired out a round, wanting to know everything from Sassy’s last name to what she ate for breakfast. After Cara’s interrogation, he was sort of glad to have a few hours alone.

  He stopped by the garage to see if someone could tell him what was wrong with Sassy’s car. The mechanic informed him they still had four vehicles in front of hers, so Logan headed for a desolate and wooded meeting place, right on the outskirts of Beech Creek.

  Detective Mark Sampson drove up in a black sedan with dark tinted windows about the time Logan arrived. He parked his bike next to Mark’s car.

  “I’m not crazy about this spot,” Logan said, searching the mature oaks behind them.

  “Me either,” Mark said, pitching a bag of pot. “Toss it back if we’re made and I’ll hand you some cash.”

  Logan stuffed the marijuana in his jacket. He loathed drugs and despised anyone who dealt them. “Super. The club isn’t in the dope business, and you want me to look like I’m running weed. Fantastic.”

  “What do you have for me?” Mark asked, dismissing his concerns.

  “Did you know the Heroes and Rogues are dabbling in prostitution?”

  Mark didn’t respond.

  “You did,” Logan stated flatly, pissed because they left him in the dark about something so important. “When were you going to tell me?”

  “When did you plan to tell us?”

  “I just found out yesterday.”

  “That’s bullshit. We both know it.”

  “That’s the truth. Why would I lie?” Logan asked, realizing this was one of the many dangers of going under. The longer he was inside, the more suspicious his fellow agents would become. They’d always wonder if he’d gone rogue, decided to act like an outlaw rather than uphold the law.

  “I hope you aren’t.”

  “Come on, Mark. You know me.”

  “Do I? How come you’re just now informing me of your club’s biggest wage earner?”

  “Prostitution was apparently a hidden entity, a new enterprise Devon started after his father died.”

  “I hope that’s right.”

  “Fuck you, man,” Logan said, topping his head with the biker-style short helmet.

  “Are you shooting straight with me or not?”

  Leaning over his handlebars, Logan said, “As straight as an arrow. I don’t bend, Mark. I know where my targets are, and when it’s time, I’ll shoot the bull’s eye. If you think I’m not ready to take my life back and push a pencil for a few months, you’re wrong. I’m tired of this game, and I’m ready to go home.”

  “You seem to be doing pretty well from what I’ve seen,” Mark said, shoving a folder toward him.

  “What’s this?” Logan asked, pulling free the string-attached flap.

  “Information you need. It’s everything a man ever wanted to know about a woman but was afraid to ask.”

  “You’ve been following me.”

  “After we found out about the prostitution ring, the higher ups insisted on a tail.”

  Logan dragged out a handful of documents and images. He gasped in surprise when he saw various pictures of Sassy. “As soon as I saw her, I knew she looked familiar. It was odd when she offered her name. It was as if she pulled ‘Sassy’ out of thin air.”

  “Or it slipped?”

  “That’s what I decided last night when I started putting two and two together.” He felt his lips curve in a smile. “She isn’t a gal I’d credit with thinking fast on her feet.”

  “So you did know her before yesterday?” A beat later, he added, “I thought you might. She’s from Sevierville originally.”

  “Yeah. I went to school with her,” Logan replied softly, his heart melting as he thumbed through the pictures. “The kids used to make fun of her. They called her names, accused her of playing rough sex games because she used to come to school battered and bruised. She always tried to hide the armful of bruises she kept. The shiners on her cheeks were harder to conceal. She was a nervous one, forever jumping at her own shadow.”

  “The pictures are in order. Your girl went under a huge transformation.”

  Logan shuffled through the images one by one and stopped when he came across a picture of her and Scott engaging in some sort of boxing. Damn if she didn’t look good in gloves. He snickered as he focused on her shapely legs, paid a little too much attention to her flat stomach, and toned arms. “I owe the designer of Spandex a hearty note of thanks.”

  “I thought you might like those,” Mark said. “Guess you’re already banging her?”

  “I just met up with her yesterday,” Logan reminded him, annoyed because he needed to do so in the first place.

  “So?”

  “So, I’m not,” Logan bit out. “And I won’t be.”

  “Uh huh,” Mark drawled, tapping his finger against the photograph depicting a boxing match. “What’s wrong, Logan? Afraid she’ll kick your ass?”

  Chapter Six

  “I ought to kick your ever-loving butt. Do you know that?” Sassy tossed a pillow toward Logan as soon as he entered his bedroom. “Did it ever occur to you to mention to me that you’re telling your friends I’m your old lady?”

  “I considered it for about as long as you thought about telling me who you really are,” Logan said, kneeling down for an apparent two-fold effort—to hide the grin stamped on his lips and to grab the fluffy object from the floor.

  “You know who I am,” she accused. “You’ve known since the minute I walked in here. You just want me to say the words.”

  “Then say them,” he encouraged her softly.

  “Don’t you dare feel sorry for me, Logan Marcs.”

  “I don’t.”

  “I know that look. Damn if I haven’t seen it a million times before—from you, from the locals back home, from teachers and students. All my life, I’ve been on the receiving end of pity.”

  “I don’t pity you,” he promised, taking her by the hand and dragging her toward him.

  “You do,” she whispered, gasping for air, nervously twitching as her facial spasms gave her away all over again. “I’m not blind. You look at me like you feel sorry for me.”

  “The only expression you see is a man in heat, a guy totally mesmerized by the girl who once was, and by the woman you’re meant to be.” Without warning, his lips smothered hers.

  She didn’t have a chance to object. There was no time to think about the consequences.

  He rubbed his lips over hers ever so slowly and tossed her right arm over his shoulder. Grabbing hold of her torso, he forced her body against his, marking his place upon her mouth as he pressed his body to hers and fed her rapidly building lust. Feverishly, he twirled his tongue inside her mouth, devouring her with a memorable kiss, a kiss designed to roar engines, start motorcycles, and shatter a biker organization if her connection to Damsel Road was ever revealed.

  The thought stopped her from pursuing long-lived fantasies. She resisted the kiss and shoved him away, immediately using the back of her hand in an effort to swipe dry her moistened lips.

  He looked as if she’d slapped him across the face. “So that kiss didn’t take, huh?” He pursued her then as she backed against the bed and before she could warn him of all the dangers she represented, he made another effort, shoving her to the mattress. He towered over her, his palms pressed against the headboard as his lips met hers once more.

  This time, the kiss would stick. This time, Sassy would definitely succumb to the pleasure she’d always hoped would find her.

  Logan was going to
fall in love with her, but he really didn’t mind. Normally, he’d run. He’d put up barriers, brick walls, anything he could to deter a physical joining, a meeting of bodies leading to a joining of hearts.

  Under typical circumstances, he’d resist the urges building inside him, but this was different. He’d known Sassy for most of his life, and in many ways, he’d always cared for her, wondered what had happened to her, and in some ways, loved her in an unconditional way he couldn’t explain.

  He sipped at her lips, enjoying the soft kisses she returned. Whenever he kissed her deeply, she shivered all over, turned her head, and tried to resist him. For a moment or two, he allowed her to think her effort paid off. Then, he assaulted her lips all over again while reminding himself to treat her like a fragile doll, handle her with care.

  He knew her history, realized what she’d endured, and had always felt sorry for her in the past. But she was wrong about him now.

  He didn’t pity her. If anything, he admired her.

  After he and Mark went their separate ways, he’d spent hours reviewing her file. She’d been watched because some idiot on the force initially believed she was a runner for Damsel. Through surveillance, agents discovered she was actually plotting revenge—how much and what, no one precisely knew.

  His old friend, Scott, helped her. He conditioned and trained her.

  Mark was right about one thing. With her training, she could probably kick his ass. And he might enjoy a good physical rumble. He probably wouldn’t even put up a fight.

  She wrapped her toned arms around his neck and he felt her relax under him, possibly lost in the deepened kiss. Testing the waters, he cupped the side of her breast, and when she didn’t flinch, he rubbed his thumb over her extended nipple piercing through the thin shirt she wore.

  A desire-filled sigh escaped her lips, and he took her vocal release as a go-ahead, a signal he couldn’t ignore. Sliding beside her, he tilted his head and observed, watching closely for any sign of objection as he loosened her shirt, sliding a pearl button out of one slit before moving onto the next, determined to keep his pursuit at a slow pace.

  Her green eyes sparkled like jewels as the material fell away from her shoulders.

  “Is this all right with you, Sassy?”

  “Yes,” she replied, reaching for him. Her fingers raked across his nape, trapped under a tumbled layer of hair. “If I didn’t want this, I’d stop you.”

  Sincerity poured from her lips, and he endured an instant flashback, remembering the girl who used to live behind those eyes. He could almost hear the cruelty in the sing-song voices of teenagers, the way some of the girls badgered her while the boys accused her of being a whore.

  He recalled his father reporting Damsel for abuse, being told to mind his own business, and days later, seeing Sassy on the playground, unable to join the other children and walking funny. He later discovered she’d been badly abused after his father called the police.

  Someone on the force, a dirty cop, had a direct line to Damsel. In fact, Damsel held some high cards he could play in any losing hand. His brother, cousins, and uncles ruled the town of Sevierville. A few days after his father had notified authorities about Sassy Road’s abuse, his dad suffered a brutal beating that almost sent him to an early grave.

  “I…” He swallowed once, trying to think of the right words to say. Finally, he blurted, “I don’t want to hurt you, Sassy. I never want to see you in pain again.”

  Moments later, she sat atop him. When she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, his heart stood still. He was as rigid as a virgin boy awaiting a first fuck with a bought whore, only Sassy was no man’s whore. In fact, he wondered if she’d ever been with anyone—other than Damsel—and that frightened him. He didn’t want to deliver a disappointing experience.

  Apparently, neither did Sassy.

  Once her breasts were exposed, she became highly aroused. Maybe her lust was heightened because of the way Logan gaped at her. Perhaps it was the excitement of being in control, of choosing to go to bed with someone rather than being forced. Whatever inspired her, the shocked expression on Logan’s face was priceless, and his visible desire provoked her.

  She placed her hand underneath her body, rubbing his rigid length until the swell of his penis tempted her toward a closer inspection. She anxiously fiddled with his jeans, working with the snap and zipper, wondering if he’d frown upon her aggressiveness. Still, she vehemently pursued him, and seemingly, he became her victim, her prey.

  Sliding down the length of his body, she took his denim with her, leaving his jeans balled around his ankles. He yanked his shirt overhead, and she left the bed, wiggling out of her shorts then rejoining him about the time he tucked clasped hands under his head.

  “Now what, baby?” he asked, glimmering eyes staring back at her as he rolled that delicious tongue over the most sensual lips she’d ever enjoyed kissing.

  She moistened her mouth and stared at his full cock, the hard pulsing wedge of flesh she couldn’t wait to taste, sip, suck, and ride. She didn’t know him now, for God’s sake, but here she was craving the intimacy, wanting to take everything he had to offer.

  And she trusted him.

  Perhaps faith existed because of their history, the fact that she’d known him as a boy, understood him even back then when he became the student body president, the adored quarterback, and the head cheerleader’s boyfriend. He guarded his secrets, his passions, and he’d always cared about her. Maybe he’d only considered her a friend, but regardless, he’d been the one person she could turn to when she needed a gentle look of compassion, a note of understanding.

  He was right. He hadn’t pitied her. He’d cared about her. To what extent didn’t matter.

  Crawling up the length of his body, she wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped. She unashamedly searched his face for a reaction, sought to see what she’d always dreamed she’d find in a lover’s eyes—sincere longing, lust that only deepened as foreplay progressed and a physical connection lingered.

  She lowered her head and lapped at his tip, loving the spicy rich dot of arousal seeping from his slit. Her mouth enveloped his dick. She sucked him to her throat, bobbing over him as she consumed his length, rose to the tip, slid her tongue over the slit and lapped at his cock like a new flavored candy.

  Logan’s hand fell to her back as she gave him head, a masculine growl resounding around them. He stroked her skin, caressed her flesh like he enjoyed pampering her, and made it clear he marveled at the attention she gave and he received.

  “Better watch yourself, baby. It’s been a while. You’ll get a mouthful.”

  “I have a mouthful,” she assured him, trying to compliment him as she worked for his pleasure, contemplating if she could endure a full shot of his release. Circling the tip, she swirled her tongue around the crest. “And I’ll swallow.”

  He jackknifed with her declaration and pulled her forward, his lips marking hers with an intimate kiss, a much more personal one. His tongue fluttered inside her mouth before he sucked the texture, drawing her tongue in and out of his mouth, enacting a slow screw, impossibly good loving.

  With a splayed hand at her waist, he bowed his head and kissed her nipple, pinching the bud with his fingers as his lips did maddening things to arouse her. Good Lord, she was tempted to finger herself, motivated to show him how sexual she could be with the right partner. Instead, she ground against him, moving her pussy closer to his flexing cock.

  “Are you wet?” he rasped. “Hmm?”

  She nodded, accepted the kiss he placed upon her lower jaw, and stretched her neck, allowing access, reveling at a mouth on tour. He continued downward, kissing her trunk before lavishing her swollen breasts with complete attention.

  Lost in the moment, succumbing to passion like she’d never known before, Sassy was astounded by the sudden intrusion when she felt the three-digit invasion. He finger-fucked her with gentle precision, barely impaling her, but crossing the threshold all the
same.

  “Logan,” she whimpered, twisting around as he made her want, required her to need, and demanded she feel things she had yet to experience. Oh yes, he was destroying her, and damn it to hell…he sure knew how to drive a woman wild.

  He wanted her to fall for him. He was making her crazy. And that worked both ways.

  With legs on either side of his body, she rose up and down, rocking with the motions as he stuffed fingers inside her and plunged deeper, watching her as she responded.

  She rode his hand, moved with the manual stimulation. And her soft cries were nearly musical. She practically sang aloud as she became grateful, ever so enchanted by the sensations guiding her.

  Sassy could feel. She could enjoy. She wasn’t dead inside, like Damsel had always promised she’d be.

  She closed her eyes. Logan shifted his weight under her, and she quickly opened them again. Reaching above the mattress, he opened a hidden compartment she hadn’t noticed in the headboard. He retrieved a strand of condoms, ripped one free from the line-up and bit the end to open the small packet.

  “Let me,” she offered, taking the rubber from his hand.

  He appeared anxious, yet serious, closely supervising her goal of sheathing him. She rolled the condom over his cock. Then, he took her hand in his, guiding her as she pumped him, showing her how he wanted her to touch him.

  “There you go,” he crooned. “Don’t be afraid, Sassy. Harder, baby. Take a strong hold of my dick and show me what you’ve got.”

  She did as he requested, becoming wetter by the second as her hand drifted down, glided up. “Like this?”

  “Yes,” he replied. “Exactly like that, baby.”

  The pet name made her crazy. The searing heat between her intimate lips would only cool with an intimate kiss, but she couldn’t ask for that. No, not yet. Oh sure, she’d delivered oral sex, but she’d done so because she was eager to please, anxious to see if a man could want her, if Logan could desire her in a normal fashion, with proper intentions—good loving enjoyed by both parties.