by Erika Masten
Returning her smile he dropped his hand from her chin and shrugged. "As long as it doesn't have onions I'll be a happy man."
I bet you will.
****
Logan did a little more exploring of the house and grounds while Angelica set off to prepare him something to eat. Calling him “Sir” earlier was pretty cheeky of her. This might be a little more fun than he'd originally anticipated. Truth was he was extremely attracted to her and if he'd allow himself he was sure he'd have an interest in her. But he couldn't allow himself. He wouldn't.
Roughly a half hour from the time she rushed off, he made his way into the kitchen. The delicious aroma assaulted his nostrils before he crossed the threshold. Walking into the kitchen he was surprised to see she had the small kitchen table already set and his portion served and waiting.
"I hope you like filet mignon and veggies. No onions." She gave him a wide smile that didn't quite carry through to her blue eyes and motioned to the table. "Sit down and tell me what you'd like me to get you to drink."
"Beer."
"Beer?" Already in the process of opening a bottle of red wine, she stopped and gave him a look that bordered on horror at the suggestion. He snickered to himself. I guess the Lawson family aren't beer drinkers. She set the bottle of wine on the countertop and went over to the fridge. Opening it she grabbed a beer from the bottom shelf and brought it over to him.
"Not a beer drinker, princess?"
Her body visibly tensed, but she kept a smile pasted on her lips. "Oh, I love beer. Love!"
"That wouldn't happen to be sarcasm would it?" He twisted off the cap and took a long swig. She rolled her eyes at him as she walked back over to the counter and proceeded to open the bottle of wine and pour herself a glass. With a snicker, he cut off a piece of the steak and took a bite. It was surprisingly delicious, moist and a perfect medium rare. "Why don't you have something to eat? This is delicious, Angelica."
Finishing off her glass of wine she shook her head. "Going out in a bit."
He stopped eating and clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth as he once again gave her body a once-over. The dress fell above mid-thigh and the bodice hugged her breasts. The cool air of the kitchen had turned her nipples into hardened peaks pushing against the spandex material.
"So where to?'' He raised an inquisitive brow, attempting to appear casual.
"Just a place. A club. You wouldn't be interested." She attempted to leave, but Logan was up out of his chair and blocking her path before she could make it to the doorway.
"Which club?"
Anger flashed within her eyes as she glared at him. "The Excess Club. No offense, but you're not invited." She made an attempt to walk past him, but his arm shot out, slipped around her waist and pulled her tight to him.
His jaw tensed as he tried to control his desire for her. Her soft, sweet-smelling body was so tight to him. His dick immediately hardened and strained against his jeans, begging to be unleashed.
"Let me go, Logan." She made a half-assed attempt to push away from him, but he held tight.
"What if I want to go?" He met her challenging glare with one of his own. "Maybe I'd like to see what the great city of Boston has to offer in the way of hot spots."
She quit struggling. "I'll never sleep with you, Logan, if that is what this is about."
He might have been insulted if he hadn't felt how her body melted against his, or he didn't see the desire in those blue eyes that she was fighting to suppress. He touched the side of her face and she inhaled sharply, her lips parting slightly as she averted her gaze. He slid his thumb along her lower lip and her body trembled against him.
"Logan, don't," she whispered, avoiding his gaze at all costs, but he could see her faint blush.
"Never say never, Angel," he whispered softly into her ear before releasing her.
****
By the time she had gotten to the club, Angelica had worked herself into a frenzy of anger and frustration. "Never say never, Angel," she mimicked him as she leaned against the back wall and watched as a few of her friends danced. She was too pissed to dance. And frustrated. Bringing her cocktail to her lips she swallowed down the remainder of the drink and set the empty glass on the ledge behind her.
"Care to dance?"
She was so wrapped up in her anger that she hadn't even realized that the music had shifted to a soft ballad and couples were pairing off on the dance floor. She was about to say no without even looking at the person asking, but at the last second she turned and gave the blonde-haired man a smile and nodded. He was almost as tall as Logan, but not nearly as solidly built or good looking. But it didn't matter, going out was supposed to take her mind off of her worries and her new roommate. So the man leading her to the dance floor would do.
They reached the center of the dance floor and he pulled her into his arms. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him and was about to lay her head on his shoulder when her eyes caught sight of Logan. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me."
"Ummm. What?"
She ignored her dance partner and actually growled when Logan's eyes caught hers and he gave her a wave and a wide smile. "Is he for real?"
"Who? Excuse me?" Her partner loosened his grip on her and took a step back just as Logan reached them.
"What are you doing here, Logan?" She stepped away from her partner fully and planted her hands on her hips, tapping her silver high-heeled shoe on the hardwood dance floor.
Logan shrugged. "Checking out this amazing club. So who's your date?"
"Ummm. He..." Damn, I don't even know his name. She groaned inwardly.
Logan frowned and made a tisking sound. She rolled her eyes at him.
He focused his attention on the bewildered blonde-haired man and extended his hand to him. "Logan Sinclair."
With hesitation the man accepted his hand and gave it a shake. "Bruce Van Der Comp."
"Well there you go, Angelica. His name is Bruce Van Der.... well, Van Der something."
He leaned into her and whispered. "You know I really don't give a fuck, but thought you should know his name."
Oh my God, this is humiliating. She prayed the floor would open up and swallow her whole. "What do you want?"
Pulling his wallet out of the inside pocket of the black leather jacket he was wearing, he pulled out a bill and passed it to Bruce. "I need to speak with her a moment privately. Go get a drink, on me, and we'll be done by the time you get back."
A look of confusion rose on Bruce's expression, but he accepted the bill and with one last look at Angelica he left in the direction of the bar.
"Why are you doing this?" Angelica groaned as Logan pulled her into his arms, slipping his hands around her waist and pulling her tight. She hated that she loved the feel of his body so much, almost as much as she hated the way his aftershave smelled so amazing and drew her into him.
"I have a present for you."
A present?
His lips were close to her ear and she actually sighed, slipping her arms around his neck and holding tight to him. Why did she have to want him? He was such a pompous, arrogant jackass, but she wanted him.
Damn, damn, damn.
"Reach into the left-hand pocket of my jacket and pull out what's inside."
Slipping her hand into his jacket pocket, she grabbed onto something long and round. What in the hell? Pulling it out she brought it to eye level. "What is it?" She had a sinking suspicion she knew, but needed confirmation.
He pulled back so he could look her in the eye, but still kept his arms around her. "Anal plug, and I have the controls to activate the vibration function."
"Are you crazy? You want me to put this in? Now?" She looked at the plug and then back at him, disbelief evident in her features. "No way." Outraged, she attempted to pull away from him, but he pulled her back into him.
"If you want that inheritance, I think you will do it."
Grinding her teeth she looked up and the
ir eyes locked. For whatever reason he had it in his mind to make her month a living hell... Well to hell with him, she could take whatever he threw at her! “Fine.” She looked down at the plug and then back up at him. “You want to join me in the ladies’ room to help put this in?”
Giving her a slap on the ass, he gave her a wink. "Nah, I'll trust you. Besides –" he pulled the little control box from his other pocket. "– I'll know if it's in or not."
Chapter 3
Logan really didn't think she'd do it, but she'd come out of the ladies’ room plug in place and resumed dancing with the jackass he'd found her with. She'd look over at him from time to time and there was no doubt in his mind she was being extra affectionate with Mr Van-Der-don't-give-a-fuck-his-name, just to make him jealous. So each time she'd get a little too chummy with good ol' Bruce, Logan would hit the button and she'd cringe as he assumed the vibrations jolted her arousal.
There was a big problem in his plan, though. He was getting hard watching her and it was driving him mad with jealousy watching her with that guy. She was getting horny, and frat boy was reaping the rewards.
Yeah, his plan wasn't working out quite as well as he'd hoped. She was supposed to be embarrassed or refuse to wear it at all, not getting horned up and nearly dry humping Van-Der-Chump on the floor. Deciding that this arrangement was just not working out to his satisfaction, Logan made his way back through the crowd towards the couple.
"Ummm. Yeah buddy. I think it's time you found a new dance partner," Logan stated, tapping Bruce on the shoulder and hooking his thumb over his shoulder motioning for Bruce to get lost.
"But, we're having a good time, pal. What's your deal anyhow?"
Logan's jaw clenched. "My deal is that I think it's time you two broke it up and you found yourself someone else to dance with. That's my deal."
Angelica gave him a sexy little smirk, as if silently pronouncing her victory over him. Bruce hesitated, as if deciding whether or not Angelica was worth a confrontation. With a disgusted shake of his head he turned without saying so much as goodbye to Angelica and strode off, disappearing into the sea of dancing couples and groups.
"Not having a good time, Logan? The Boston nightlife just not what it is in New York?"
"Having a peachy time." He growled at the look of self-satisfaction in her eyes. Grabbing her hand he pulled her into his arms. The sweet-smelling scent of peaches drifted up to him. To his surprise she didn't protest, instead she melted into him, her body pressing up against his. Her stomach pressed against his semi-hard and growing cock, fuelling his desire and his annoyance.
Her smile had faded, but as she looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "Were you getting jealous Logan Sinclair?" She ran her index finger along the side of his neck and his body tensed. "Did you keep thinking about how turned on you were making me? And you were wishing it was you I was pressed up against?" She lowered her mouth to his neck and lightly grazed her lips along it. She teased just enough to make him want to usher her off to a secluded corner and have his way with her.
Two could play at her little game! He reached into his jacket pocket and pressed the button to activate the vibrating butt plug. She tensed and moaned softly, fisting the lapels of his leather jacket. She pressed her body up against him, her breasts crushing up against his chest.
"I like it so much more than I had thought I would," she purred. She rubbed herself against his erection. It took everything in him to keep from releasing a low groan.
He pulled back slightly and caught her gaze. "It would appear so."
She slipped her hands under his jacket and caressed his chest over his shirt, while keeping her eyes locked to his. "I might even reconsider that little ‘no sex’ comment I made earlier."
****
Angelica liked seeing the discomfort and slight confusion in Logan's expression and chalked up her first victory. She had to admit she'd been apprehensive about wearing the plug, she'd never had anal sex let alone a toy rammed up her ass, but after some awkward positioning in the ladies’ room she'd managed it. It felt foreign and intrusive – at first – but now she was becoming accustomed to and even welcoming the sudden jolts of arousal it spurred within her each time he pressed that little button of his.
His uneasy expression suddenly changed and he gave her a sexy smile that caused her pussy to clench and a shot of excitement to rush through her. What was he planning?
He lowered his hands to her backside and pulled her groin tight against his rock solid erection. "That's a dangerous thing to say to a man you've been trying to make jealous all night, Angel."
Would it be so bad to have one night with him? A fast, hard fuck and then be done with it. The tension she felt with him would be gone, her thirst quenched and they could go about their remaining few weeks. But the problem was that she knew he had an agenda. She was some pawn to him to settle an old score with her father. He'd never said it in those words, but she wasn't stupid. She knew.
To hell with it! She was in the mood to play with a little fire tonight. She'd deal with the consequences in the morning. And for the next month, a voice in the back of her head reminded her. She ignored the voice.
She took a quick peek around them to see if anyone was watching, and as suspected not a soul was interested in the two of them. Slipping a hand down the length of his muscular torso she rubbed the ridge of his cock outside of his jeans. "Did I make you jealous, Logan?"
He breathed in sharply, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he visibly attempted to control himself. A low growl-like sound came from him as he slipped his hand behind her head and his lips lowered to hers, claiming them with a passion that had her moaning against his lips.
With a soft sigh, her lips parted and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She fisted his jacket once more as her body became engulfed in her need for him. The hardness and power of his body against hers, his scent – so masculine, so Logan – and the feel of his hands exploring her body as his tongue explored her mouth, it was all too much. All thoughts of whether or not it was a wise decision to give herself to him faded away and all that remained was her need – strong and primal.
"Come with me," he said, pulling back from her, grabbing her hand possessively into his and half-leading, half-pulling her toward the back of the club. They disappeared into the shadows behind one of the massive floor speakers. Before she had time to even consider what was going on, Logan had her pinned back against the wall and the toy in her ass began to vibrate, low and steady. She moaned softly, clutching to the front of his shirt to keep herself steady on her feet.
Then he was kissing her again, his mouth on hers, his tongue demanding her surrender as he hiked up her skirt around her waist and pulled down her thong. It fell to the floor at her feet. His hand cupped her bare mound, and then slid a finger between her wet folds.
"Logan," she gasped when he tore his mouth from hers and began placing a string of kisses along her jaw.
He thrust a finger into her roughly and she cried out at the sudden intrusion. Feeling an urgent need to stroke his hard-as-granite cock, she undid his jeans and tugged them down, exposing his impressively sized member.
"Damn, you're wet, Angel," he growled into her ear, sending another shiver through her. He was right, she was drenched and her pussy throbbing, demanding to be satisfied. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto his hips as he pressed her tight against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding tightly unto him as his thick shaft pressed at her entrance.
My God, am I going to do this? Now? Here? A slight rush of panic overrode her desire as she considered what she was about to do. But his mouth was on hers again, his tongue thrusting its way past her parted lips. She needed him. She needed his body, his strength and the pleasure he was about to give her. Pleasure and happiness were in short supply these past couple of months, she deserved a moment of bliss; she deserved this.
"Tell me you want this," he demanded, pulling his lips from hers and looking
down at her, fire flaring up in his green eyes.
"Yes. Oh God, I want it Logan!" she moaned. “I need your big beautiful cock in me.”
She had barely gotten the words out when he slammed himself into her hard and deep. The head of his cock rubbed against her inner wall and she cried out both from surprise and the overwhelming pleasure that rocked through her.
"More?"
There was a sarcastic, arrogant tone in that one simple word, but she didn't give a damn at that moment. All she wanted was for him to push her over the edge of her desire that she was teetering on at that moment. She’d been teetering on the edge for so damned long. Between the anal plug mercilessly vibrating in her ass and his thick hard cock filling her pussy she felt as though she was going to be ripped in two. God, she loved the feeling!
"Yes. Oh, God yes!" she groaned, burying her face against his neck and fisting the back of his jacket with her body tense and on edge, anticipating the moment of release.
Pulling out once more, Logan paused, the head of his shaft barely breaching her entrance and then rammed back into her, slamming her body against the wall. His cock filling her the second time pushed her over the edge. She screamed out her climax, her scream muffled by his neck and overcome by the loud beat coming from the speaker next to them.
Logan inhaled sharply and froze momentarily, his cock buried deep within her. "More?" he asked, his breath against her ear sending a chill through her.
Oh God yes! At that moment having him, over and over, and feeling the rush of pleasure he was bringing was all that mattered. Her vow to never have sex with him was a distant memory. "Yes, Logan. Please," she gasped. Despite her orgasm she was still sitting on the brink. It was excruciating, but the torment was divine.
Logan fisted her long locks and gave them a downward tug, forcing her head back and her eyes up to meet his. As he pulled out once more his lips came crashing down on hers, hard and almost violently as he began to thrust into her with force and power. With an urgency that had her moaning against his mouth, his tongue wrestled with hers.