Real Good Man (Real Duet #1)

by Meghan March

  “Intrigued.” I try the word out like it’s Russian or something. But isn’t that exactly how I felt?

  “Yeah, really fucking intrigued.”

  “Well, you’ve met me.”

  Heat burns in his blue eyes. “And intrigued doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m thinking right now. You’re the whole package.”

  Even though I know I shouldn’t, I peel off my trench coat and toss it toward the love seat. Without stopping, I reach for the belt on my dress and untie it.

  If I thought I saw heat in his gaze before, now I see flames.

  Logan steps forward and stills my hands when I go for the buttons. “I didn’t come here to fuck you, Banner.”

  All my good intentions die a quick death.

  “But I’m not letting you leave without fucking me either.”

  His hands tense on mine. “Then I’m gonna have to make it unforgettable.”

  My inner muscles clench at his drawled promise.

  “This wasn’t my plan,” I tell him.

  “Mine either, but now that you’ve started on those buttons, I want you to take it slow. I want to watch you unwrap every inch of that amazing body like the sweetest gift I’ve ever gotten.”

  He releases his hold on my hands, but I want his touch back. Somewhere else. Anywhere else.

  One night. If that’s all I’m going to get with Logan Brantley, then I’m going to make sure it stays with both of us for a lot longer.

  Button by button, I undo my dress, letting the sides fall further open as each is freed. My plain black lingerie isn’t anything that’s going to bring a man to his knees, but Logan hasn’t even looked down at what I’m revealing. His gaze is locked on my face, like he’s waiting for something, and I’m strangely appreciative of it. It’s not until I’ve unhooked every single button that he finally sweeps his gaze downward.

  His groan is the most gratifying sound I’ve ever heard.

  “Sweet Jesus, you’ve got a body made for sin.”

  I let the dress fall to my feet as his big hand slides into my hair to wrap around the base of my neck.

  “How much do you trust me, Banner?” His words are quiet and low, sending goose bumps rising across my skin.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m the kind of man who likes what he likes and doesn’t have a problem taking the reins. You strike me as a woman who might have a problem with that.”

  Heat flares between my legs.

  “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked,” I whisper. I’m pretty sure I have a T-shirt that says it too.

  “Then I’m going to give us both what we want.” His grip on my neck tightens, and I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation.

  Tonight just might kill me. But it’ll be worth it.

  “Give me everything.”

  His eyes flash again, just before he lowers his lips to mine. My hands find their way to his shoulders, where I hold on as the kiss weakens my knees.

  A strong arm slides under my ass to lift me higher and press me against his body. There’s no give when solid muscle meets my curves, and I adjust my grip for a better hold. My legs snake around either side of his hips like I’m going to climb him—which isn’t far off my plans.

  The kiss goes on for long minutes as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. I lose myself in it until he finally pulls back, giving him an inch to drag his lips down my jaw. Logan lifts me higher to tongue my nipple through my bra and tug at it with his teeth.

  Shafts of pleasure dive from my nipples straight to my clit as it pulses against his hard stomach. I arch toward him, seeking more pressure as he unleashes waves of pleasure with his teeth and lips and tongue on my nipples.

  When he slows for a moment, I breathe out what I believe passes for words. “Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close.”

  He shoves my bra up, baring me, and continues tugging my nipple between his teeth. I writhe harder against his belly, grinding down until a totally unexpected orgasm bursts inside me. My eyes slam shut as I let it roll through me.

  Holy shit, did that just happen?

  Chapter 13

  Logan

  I was honest when I told Banner I didn’t come here to fuck her, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it a hell of a lot, especially after her dirty drunk texts.

  She could have had us stay at that tapas place and told me to have a safe drive home after dinner, and I wouldn’t have held it against her.

  But she didn’t.

  She also could have sent me on my way after having an amazing night at the arcade, and left it at that. I would have driven home to Kentucky with my brain working overtime on what kind of reason I could come up with to get my ass back to New York to see her again.

  But she didn’t.

  When we walked into her apartment, I didn’t have any plans except to let her set the pace. I wasn’t about to step in and take over until she made it clear that’s what she wanted. I can let a woman call the shots in a lot of areas of my life, but when it comes to sex, I like to be in control.

  When she said she doesn’t like to be told what to do unless she’s naked, I knew Banner and I fit together better than I could have expected. When she comes from no more than my mouth on her tits and her pussy rubbing against my stomach, I don’t need any more confirmation than that.

  My cock is rock hard and ready to get in the game.

  For a moment, I consider lowering her to the floor, but I don’t want to let her out of my arms. Instead, I lift her higher, settling her middle over my shoulder as I cover her ass cheek with a hand to hold her steady.

  I walk in what I assume is the direction of her bedroom and spot a king-sized bed covered in pillows and a fluffy blanket. First order of business: get on my knees and worship that sweet little pussy until she’s come so many times, she forgets how insane this thing is between us. If I have anything to say about it, she won’t have a chance to forget tonight, because this won’t be the end.

  Banner releases a breath when I lower her to the bed and tug off her sexy knee-high boots and the stockings beneath them.

  “What—what are you—”

  “You just got yourself off.”

  It’s not a question, but she nods.

  “And I want to get you off again. And again. I want to know how sweet you taste when you come against my mouth.”

  Her eyes widen as I rub the back of my fingers down the front of her panties. I’m glad they don’t look like they cost hundreds of dollars, because I’m not promising I won’t shred them to get them off her faster.

  Pushing her legs apart, I settle my shoulders between them and skim my thumb along the soaked fabric covering her slit.

  “You’re so fucking wet. I can’t believe you came with just your nipples in my mouth. You’re gonna come harder this time. And then even harder when I’ve got my cock buried inside you. Understand?”

  She nods again.

  “Good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

  I pause and look up at her. The hunger builds in her whiskey-colored eyes, and my cock responds. I tug her panties to the side and see nothing but smooth skin.

  “Did you wax this sweet cunt for me?” When Banner’s eyebrows lift, I add, “Or does your pussy always look this perfect?”

  I drag a finger along the edge, and she shivers against my touch. I know she wants more, but I want an answer first.

  “You want me to make you come?” I ask.

  Banner seems to have forgotten how to speak, because she nods for a third time.

  “Then tell me.”

  She bites down on her sexy lip before opening her mouth. “I waxed just in case.” Her answer comes out on a rush of breath.

  “I like your just in case plan.”

  I lower my lips and devour her—sucking, licking, teasing, and finally sliding a finger inside to pump in and out before finding her G-spot and making her scream. Banner holds nothing back as she bucks against my face and cries out with her orgas
m. Her uninhibited responses have me completely addicted.

  There’s very little that’s more satisfying than knowing you can make a woman come like that. I wanted to be sure she’ll remember me, but she’s making it so I’ll never forget her.

  As I slide out from between her legs, someone pounds on the door with what sounds like a giant stick.

  “What the hell?”

  Banner slaps a hand over her eyes, and I swear I hear her count to ten under her breath.

  The pounding continues.

  “Pretend this didn’t happen. Especially if I have to hide her body.” She pushes off the bed and grabs her dress to slip it back on, doing up the buttons as she walks toward the door.

  Given that comment, I get off my knees and pause at the bedroom doorway.

  Banner opens the door. I can’t see who’s on the other side, but I stay put rather than moving to get a glimpse.

  “The way you’re carrying on is disgraceful. Everyone in the building can probably hear you, you hussy.”

  The voice carries into the apartment, and it sounds like Old Mrs. Rochester who lives down by the Four Corners in Gold Haven and routinely yells at children to get off her lawn.

  “Can we not do this now? Or just pretend we’re already done so I can get back to the best orgasms of my life, Mrs. Frances? I have some noise-canceling headphones you can borrow, because I can promise that’s not going to be the last time I scream tonight.”

  “Disgraceful.” The old woman huffs. “Apparently you didn’t take heed of the advice I gave Sofia to pass on to you.”

  Banner leans against the doorway, and I catch a glimpse of fluffy white curls atop a very short old woman’s head. I back up a step to make sure I stay out of sight. With the venom she’s spewing, I’m sure my presence would only add fuel to the fire.

  “If I’d kept my legs closed, I wouldn’t have had that killer O, so I’m going to set your advice to the side and get off while I can. When I’m your age, I’ll still have these memories. By the way, how’d you like the big black cock? Was it too much to handle?”

  I choke down my laugh, wondering who the hell this old lady is for Banner to speak to her like that. It’s clear this isn’t a new style of conversation for them from their exchange.

  “It’s in the incinerator, where it belongs. You’re never going to get any man to marry you if you insist on being such a tramp, you know.”

  Banner tilts her head to the side. “And since that’s my only goal in life, I’ll go cry into my pillow.” Her voice drips sarcasm, but the tone changes dramatically when she continues. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Frau Frances, I have some very trampy activities to get back to. And I was serious about the noise-canceling headphones, because I’m pretty sure this guy will be able to go all night long.”

  The old woman hisses something else, but Banner steps back and shuts the door. When she turns around, she’s trying not to laugh.

  “Neighbor?” I ask.

  “Yes. Mrs. Myrna Frances. It’s her way of showing she cares.”

  I survey the gorgeous bombshell of a woman as she walks back toward me, her hips swaying just enough to have my dick pressing hard against my zipper.

  “Sounds like you two have some history.”

  Banner nods. “But I really don’t want to talk about my ancient neighbor right now. I’m much more interested in picking up where we left off.”

  “Then get your ass over here, woman. Let’s see how many times we can get her to bang on the door because you can’t keep yourself from screaming.”

  Chapter 14

  Banner

  Any lingering thoughts of Myrna Frances are banished as I walk toward Logan. I pause two feet away and unfasten my buttons again, letting the dress fall open a few inches.

  “All the way off.”

  “You’ve already seen what’s under it.”

  “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to see it again, and right fucking now.”

  “So you don’t think I should take my neighbor’s advice and keep my legs closed?”

  A spark lights in Logan’s eyes. “Only if you want your pussy to be even tighter while I fuck you.”

  Hearing those dirty words come out of Logan’s mouth is my undoing. There’s nothing sexier than seeing this nice guy turn dominant in the bedroom. My whole body responds, and I drop the dress in a puddle of material on the floor.

  I’m really glad I didn’t chicken out on meeting him. Really. Glad.

  The last time a guy had the balls to order me around in the bedroom, he didn’t have the skills to back it up. I know Logan can deliver orgasms purely based on his oral abilities, and I’m hoping he’s just as talented with that bulge he’s packing.

  I try to slip by him, but his hands lock around my waist and his deep voice rumbles in my ear.

  “I want you bent over the bed so I can get my hands on that perfect ass.”

  A shiver works through me as he releases his hold. “Is that right?”

  “Don’t make me wait, Banner. Stretch your arms out, palms down. Don’t move them.”

  Following orders doesn’t come naturally to me on my best day in any other area of my life, but there’s something about giving up control in the bedroom to a man I’m confident can deliver that does it for me.

  “Okay.”

  I close the remaining three feet to the bed and stretch myself over it, glad I picked the extra-high version and not the platform my designer tried to talk me into. This height is exactly perfect. I press my palms against the duvet and wait for whatever’s coming next. The stroke of Logan’s palm across the globes of my ass sends my anticipation soaring.

  “Sweet fucking Christ.” It comes out quietly, like he’s saying some kind of prayer.

  A guy who worships my ass? I can handle that.

  Two fingers slide between my legs to sweep over my pussy, and I can’t help but moan and push back against him. The one finger he gave me before had primed me, but I want more.

  “Soaked pussy and a perfect ass.” His thumb circles my clit, sending all the nerve endings spinning out of control. “This is pure temptation. Jesus, Banner. You’re so sweet laid out for me.”

  His words set off another rush of moisture between my legs. I push back against his touch, wanting more.

  Logan’s other hand joins the game and both skim along my skin, teasing me, but never quite touching where I think they will. I press back again, trying to force him to give me what I want, but both palms lift before I feel a rush of air and a crack against my right cheek.

  I jerk, sucking in a breath.

  He spanked me.

  A thought about my half-jokingly assembled sexual bucket list pops in my head. I can finally check that off!

  His hand strokes the skin it just heated and I lean into it, already addicted to his touch on my skin.

  “I love seeing my handprint on your ass.”

  “I can’t believe you did that,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

  “But you liked it.”

  His big hand finally slips between my legs again to drag through the slickness dripping down my thighs.

  “You’re so wet for me.”

  “I guess it’s those magic Kentucky hands.” When he pulls back, I regret the loss immediately and don’t hesitate to tell him. “No stopping. We’re moving to the fucking portion of the entertainment.”

  Logan leans over my body, his skin brushing against mine. His deep, accented voice sends shivers through me when he speaks.

  “Fuck you with my fingers until you scream again? Because that’s what I’m going to do. You’re not ready for my cock yet. I won’t give you that until you’re begging for it.”

  I turn my head and look him in the eye. “I never beg for cock.”

  His low chuckle hardens my nipples as I squeeze my legs together.

  “I guess it’ll be a new experience for you then.”

  He cups my hip with one hand before landing another strike on my opposite cheek.


  “What was that for?”

  He soothes the burn with his lips this time, and it’s several moments before he replies to my question. “Because I can.”

  The answer almost causes a spontaneous orgasm.

  His hand slips between my legs again and one finger pushes inside, slowly dragging in and out until I’m bucking backward against it. I need more. I need all of him.

  Logan takes his sweet time, teasing my clit, then fucking me with two fingers, before I’m tumbling toward desperation.

  One word falls from my lips. “Please.”

  He stills. “Please, what?”

  “Please just fuck me already!” The demand is as ragged as my need.

  Logan trails a finger down my spine, stopping just above my ass. “You did say please.”

  He steps back, and I hear the telltale sound of a zipper and the tearing of a package.

  “You sure you can handle this?”

  Shockingly, I haven’t handled it. I haven’t even gotten a palm on Logan’s cock because this foreplay has been all about me. I can’t remember the last time that happened.

  “Yes,” I tell him, my reply to his question delayed, but honest. “I can handle whatever you give me.”

  The blunt head of Logan’s cock slides between my legs and nudges against my opening. But he doesn’t push inside. No, he slides further, and moans of pleasure escape my lips as the head of his cock teases my clit.

  Logan Brantley is literally the biggest cock tease I’ve ever met.

  “Please. Just . . . please.” The words are out before I realize I’m begging again.

  He has me breaking all my rules, and I can’t find it in me to regret it right now.

  He freezes. “I love how greedy you are for my cock. Greedy and needy. It’s the perfect fucking combination.”

  He slows his sensual torture by once again notching the head of his cock against my entrance. “Not that I had any doubt you’d be fucking perfect, Banner.” With a single thrust, he buries himself inside me.

  I suck in a breath at the shock to my system. Thick and long, his cock fills every inch of me before he pauses and groans.

  “So goddamned tight.”

  Logan begins to move, pulling back and rocking inside, his hand sliding around my hip to cover my clit and force me to the edge. My arms wobble, and I drop to my elbows as he fucks into me with deep, measured strokes.