Comforts of a Man (The Panty Droppers Series)

by LeMar, Tigra-Luna

  “Ash, you have no idea! The things he did to me. He had me dirty dancing with him, something William would be so disturbed by. I never knew I had this—this craving in me until he looked at me with those big brown eyes.”

  “Primal.”

  “Yes!” Allison cheered. “It was—just one look and all I wanted to do was touch him, kiss him, lick him—anything he wanted me to do. He was so tender and caring to my needs. Am I moving too fast with this?”

  “Allison, stop over thinking this. I know you just got dumped, but dang girl! The man rung your bell. You can’t deny it. Well, even if your lips deny it you have this glow…”

  “And the hickie.”

  “Yes, and that. Live your life, Allison. You don’t have a baby in the house anymore. You’re alone here. And if this man can truly make you happy and treat you the way you deserve then who are you to deny it?”

  “Why do you make stuff seem so easy?”

  Ashton chuckled. “That’s because it is that simple.” He took the camera from her hand and placed it gently to the floor. “Listen to me. I’m going to be blunt so don’t take it the wrong way. Understand?”

  Allison wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear anything blunt, but she bit her tongue and nodded.

  “You’re beautiful. You’re sexy, there’s no denying that. But you’re not getting any younger. Sitting around pining over some ass who was too blind to see the good thing he had at home is not going to help. It’s going to give you frown lines and high blood pressure. Don’t make the same mistake my mother made. She spent ten years crying for a man who didn’t think twice about her after he walked out that door. She died from a broken heart and I don’t want that happening to you. Grieve for this man—grieve for the man he used to be before he changed―grieve for your daughter’s father then let it go.”

  Allison stood and walked into the kitchen. Her mind was buzzing with what Ashton told her. She remembered his mother and the way she always seemed sad. She lost over a hundred pounds in the space of six months. She just stayed there, wanting, yearning for a man that didn’t want her back. Allison grabbed a bottle of water. She didn’t want to end up like that. Reaching for a bottle of beer she carried it back and sat across from Ashton. Placing her bottle and the beer down beside her, she scooted forward until she rested her elbows on her knees only a breath away from Ashton’s face.

  “I may not have a lot in this life,” she whispered, voice shaking. “But as long as I have Emily and you, I have everything I’ll ever need. You understand that?”

  Ashton caressed her cheek and smiled.

  “Thank you—thank you.” She hugged him.

  Chapter Seven

  When Logan finally came up for air, it was dark outside. He moaned and opened his eyes wider to work out the kinks in his face. Pushing from the seat, he arched his back and heard it snap back in place. He hit the play button and listened with a smile, head bopping at the new song he’d created. In a day, he’d written a brand new song, made new beats and laid down the tracks. Pride rushed through him and after listening to the song a couple more times, he burned a copy, turned off the system and rushed up the stairs. Stripping, he took a shower, shaved and rushed out the door with the CD in one hand. Making a U-turn at the car, he rushed inside, up the stairs and sat on the bed. Yanking open the bedside table drawer he frowned while rummaging through it. He didn’t find what he wanted so he rolled across the bed to the other bedside table. Finding a sealed box of condoms, he ripped into the package and pulled out two and was closing the drawer before looking back at the box of condoms. Shrugging, he grabbed a handful and shoved some in each of his back pockets. Soon he was out the door again.

  He sped through the town and pulled into the parking lot of a wine store. He found a bottle of white wine then he was on his way again. By the time he pulled up before the large house, his heart was hammering inside his chest. He hadn’t called to see if he was welcomed back. But could he have read her so wrong? She wanted him and so help him he needed her too. Glancing over at the CD on the seat beside him with the wine, he moved the car forward and leaned out the window. Pressing the intercom he waited, holding his breath.

  “Yes?”

  “Allison—”

  “Logan! Come in!”

  Smiling, he released the button and pulled his body back into the car as the large gate opened before him. He drove through and parked in the same spot he had before. He was barely out the car before she barrelled into his chest. Hugging her tightly, he kissed the side of her head before lifting her to get to her lips. Tasting her again made him feel as if he was quenching a thirst that had plagued him for centuries. The joy in her swelled his heart and for the life of him, Logan couldn’t let her go.

  “I brought a bottle of wine,” he managed between kisses. “I was hoping we could drink some while we listen to my new song?”

  “You finished it already?”

  “Yes. I figured if I was going to spend my whole day being tortured away from you, I should at least get it done.”

  “I was your motivation?”

  He smirked allowing a hand to slide between their bodies. He pinched her nipple through her shirt and loved the way her head fell back, spilling her hark hair over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted ever so slightly, softly releasing his name like a breath on the wind. “You motivated me,” he whispered, rolling the nipple. “You moved me.” Bending his head, he caught the tight bud between his teeth and pulled slightly. “You tantalize me.”

  She gasped close to his ear so he added his tongue, soaking the material. But he wasn’t satisfied. He took both sides of her blouse in his hands and tugged. The searing sound of ripping material caught his attention, but he didn’t care. Her bare breasts bounced free and with a helpless rumble in his throat, he turned them so her back was against his car and took her breast in his mouth.

  He wanted to wait until they got inside, but he wanted her. He gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling forward. He grounded his arousal into her, feasting from nipples until she cried out to him. Releasing her, he took her shirt in his hands and pulled. Shredding the material he tossed them over his shoulder, gripped the seat of her thong and soon it lay on the ground. She tried leaning off the car, but he held her against it, slipped to his knees and spread her wide for his eyes. Lifting one of her legs over his shoulders, he used the tips of his fingers to spread her nether lips. Taking a breath, he trailed his tongue over her wet, puffy lips, tasting her juices. A satisfied growl escaped him, but all he could think was how much more he wanted.

  More.

  He loved her smell, having her swirling about his sense. She flowed like a river over his tongue and he dug for more. Inserting two fingers into her tight sheath, he sucked against her clit, reaping the rewards.

  “Logan! Oh yes!”

  He caught her, pushed her back to her feet and held her straight by bracing a hand against her stomach. He then dipped his tongue into her well again, sucking, licking until she was screaming his name over and over. Her body shook, her nails sunk deeper into his flesh and all he could do was grunt in pure pleasure.

  * * * *

  What are you doing?

  Her brain was screaming at her but she couldn’t stop it. She felt wild, free, sexy! It dawned on her she was being held against a car, two fingers and a tongue shoved so deep within her she thought he was a part of her. But it didn’t disgust her. That one thought heightened the arousal so much more a second orgasm darted through her.

  “Logan! Please!”

  “What are you asking for?” he rose, tangled his fingers roughly in her hair and took her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue. Shivering, she gripped his sides and yanked her mouth away. “I need you. Please tell me you brought…”

  “I did.”

  She walked slowly away from him to the back of the car. Sliding her arms over the back she leaned forward, pressing her breasts to the vehicle, arching her ass out and locki
ng eyes with him. As if reading her mind he reached into his back pocket, pulled out a black packet and stuck it between his teeth. He undid his pants, stepped out of them and took his place behind her. She remembered how large he was from the day before. She remembered feeling the perfectly shaped mushroom of his cock head sliding to the back of her throat. She remembered his hot, tangy taste and moaned.

  A large finger searched her wetness with the sound of plastic rattling above her. He finally slammed forward and Allison felt so beautifully invaded, her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a frozen, silent scream. He filled her so fully.

  “Oh!” She inhaled and held the breath.

  He pulled out of her, gripped both hips as though to stead her before slamming in again. Reaching shaking hands backward, she held onto him.

  “Want me to stop?” he asked.

  “Hell no! Harder!”

  “Thought you’d say that.”

  He held her, riding her without mercy. Outside, beneath the beautiful blue sky, Logan Montgomery was giving her all the action she’d wondered about. He was pushing her body to heights she never thought it could go. His hands held her tight against him, safely into his chest as he moved against her like one of his dances. Licking her lips, she felt her orgasm building from the tip of her toes. He shoved a hand down to her abdomen and pressed her into him more. He dug deep, with the tip of his cock hitting her spot with every thrust. She whimpered until she couldn’t contain herself anymore.

  “Logan!” she screamed, head thrashing, lungs burning. “Oh...Oh...Oh!”

  “Again,” he growled in her ears. “This time I want to see your eyes.”

  He spun her around and she was once more against the vehicle. His mouth found her nipples, licking, sucking, nipping on them until her body was one large tender orgasm. Over and over she felt herself crashing beautiful with the tides but greedily begged for more. She was weak and clinging to him when he finally took his release. When he stiffened against her, arms tightened around her hips, grinding her into him.

  They managed to tumble into the backseat of his car, chest heaving and weak.

  “Hello, Logan...”

  He laughed—a deep, genuine sound that did her heart very well.

  * * * *

  Waking up early, Allison rolled out of bed and hauled on a Japanese inspired robe. She tied it around herself and took one look at Logan. All she wanted to do was crawl back into bed and snuggle into his heat, but she had work to do. With a helpless moan, she exited the room quietly, closing the door behind her and tip toed down the steps. Stopping in the kitchen to grab a bottle of orange juice, she entered the den and started up her computer. Once she had all the programs she needed open, she dialed her webmaster while going over the website with her phone pressed between her head and her shoulder. The colors on the site looked much better. She even went as far as to smile. “It’s perfect,” she said into the receiver. “Could you move the New Arrivals ahead of the contact link?”

  “Sure. I’ll do it once I get off the phone with you. Anything else you see needs changing before I reopen the cart?”

  “I’m in a good mood today. Why don’t you put the Enchantress on sale—let me see…” She stopped to look through some numbers on her desk then at the screen before her with the accounting program. “For twenty percent off. Oh and throw in a pair of the Careless Whispers gloves. They get that free when they buy the Enchantress for twenty percent off.”

  “For how long?”

  “Until the end of the month.”

  “Alright. I’ll whip up a flash banner for the front page and send out some email blasts about it.”

  “Thanks, Jerry.”

  Footsteps sounded down the hall and when she looked up, Logan stood by the door, shirtless with his arms folded across his chest. He smiled. “You left me alone in bed.”

  “I had to get some stuff done,” she replied, covering the mouth of the phone with a hand. “Gimme about five minutes?”

  He nodded and turned down the hall again. Returning her attention to the business at hand, she came up with an idea for a new corset. Grinning as excitement brimmed through her. Allison finished up on the phone with Jerry, grabbed a pencil and her sketch pad and ran out of her office. She found Logan in the kitchen scrambling something on the stove.

  “You don’t have much in here in the way of food,” he said without looking up. “But I did find some eggs, milk and bread.”

  “You’re making me breakfast?” She was intrigued by the idea. Watching the way his muscles worked while he cooked away, she sighed, climbed to a kitchen stool and grabbed a banana. As she ate, she had to tear her eyes away from him to quickly sketch the design inside her head.

  “What’re you doing?” he asked. He placed a steaming plate of scrambled eggs with toast on the counter before her then rested his chin against her shoulder. “That is sexy.”

  “You think so? I got the idea this morning. I think I’m going to call it New Beginning. I was motivated.”

  He laughed. “So was I. I wondered what you did for a living.” He walked back to plate some food for himself. She closed the sketch pad to pull her plate to her. Picking up her fork, she took a taste and moaned. “This is delicious.”

  “Of course. I made it.”

  She grinned. “As for what I do for a living—I sell lingerie. Mostly for plus size women since, well, I’m not a size zero myself. Bigger girls are sexy too and we deserve lingerie we can strut our stuff in.”

  He sat across from her with an arched eyebrow. “You are right you know. All women should have something to make them feel sexy. Do you like what you do?”

  “I do again now.” She chewed with a smirk. “Do you?”

  “The center? Yes. The music, sometimes.”

  “How did you get into that anyway? I mean you were a military man—how do you go from that to music?”

  He rested his elbow against the counter and leveled his stare on her. Allison shivered as if he’d reached over and dragged the ball of a finger over her skin.

  “I’ve always done the music and the dance,” he replied. “I took a break, served my country and now I’m back. I just don’t want any regrets in a few years when I’m sitting on the front porch with a shotgun across my lap and a jug of lemonade.”

  Allison chuckled at the image. “Well, you won’t have any. You’ve served your country and now you’re serving your heart. Do you ever want to have children?”

  “Yes.”

  She tilted her head. He hadn’t even stopped to think about it. She was so much older than him. It wouldn’t be fair to him because she didn’t know if her body could do the whole pregnancy thing again. It’d been too long.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked.

  “You didn’t even hesitate with your answer.”

  “It’s really a no brainer, Ali,” he responded, sticking a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “When it comes to children it’s black or white. You either want them or you don’t.”

  “I hate to be a downer—but I am older than you are. I already have a daughter in college and you’re so sure you want children.”

  “Okay. You don’t want anymore, is that it?”

  “No. That’s not it. The problem is I may be too old to give you that.”

  Logan’s brows wrinkled at her. “Allison—don’t push. We have all the time in the world.”

  “No we don’t!” she snapped. “How can you be so calm about this? If things work out you want children and what if I can’t give them to you?”

  “We have time. Who said you’re too old to have children? Do not put so much stress on yourself, Allison you’re over-reacting!”

  “Don’t tell me I’m over-reacting! You’re going to want children and I won’t be able to give them to you and you’re going to do the same thing William did!”

  “And what’s that?”

  “You’re going to leave with the first bimbo that comes along. You’re a man…that’s what you do!”


  He dropped his fork to his plate making it clatter so loud she jerked back slightly. But he said nothing to her. Allison watched, holding her breath as he eased from his stool and stormed for the door. Angry footsteps carried him away from her and when the sounds faded she dared to breathe. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of their argument. It was for the best. It was better they got that out of the way now.

  The footsteps sounded again and this time it was followed by the front door slamming and his engine fading into the distance.

  Chapter Eight

  Logan used the class to take his mind off the argument he had with Allison. The night before he couldn’t sleep and though he was exhausted he would have driven himself crazy had he stayed home. He’d peeled himself out of the bed, took a shower and mixed himself a shake. Once he left the house, he seriously wished he’d stayed home. Everything was getting on his nerves and no matter how hard he’d tried, he kept getting more and more irritated.

  At the center, he locked himself in the men’s room, splashed water on his face and stayed there until he felt better. He had to be better for his children.

  Watching them move with grace and fluidity across the space did his heart well. Glancing at the clock, he realized time had flown by. After stopping the music, he noticed they were still going while chattering to themselves. A smile crossed his lips.

  “Alright, gang!” Logan called. “Settle down.”

  The teens all stopped, sat and faced him. He smiled, feeling like a proud father. “I have all your report cards and I’ve gone over them.”

  The teens moaned.

  “But,” he continued, holding up a hand. “I have to say I’m very proud of all of you. Your grades have gone up and because of that, as promised, we will now work on getting a showcase up and going for your parents to see.”

  They cheered and he laughed.

  “Any questions?”

  Instantly, hands shot up. He groaned, but pointed to the nearest teen. “Yes?”

  “Can we pick the style we perform?”

  Logan nodded. “Yes. For your solos you can pick the style you perform. But there will also be group numbers to show them you can work as a team.”