by Meghan March
“I fucking love you, Banner.”
He lifts me up, and my legs wrap around his waist instinctively.
“I brought the lube,” I whisper as he carries me into the shop and sets me on the unfinished hood of a car.
“You’re going to kill me, woman.”
“Only in the best way possible.”
Chapter 12
Logan
Banner unwraps her arms from around my neck, scoots up, and lies back on the unpainted hood of Boone Thrasher’s Olds 442. Somehow, her red lips are still intact, even though I kissed the hell out of her. God, she’s so fucking beautiful with that sexy smile and her hair spread out everywhere. The strap of her little purse is still wrapped around her wrist.
“You managed to fit lube in that little thing?”
Her smile widens. “Packets. A bunch of them. TSA wouldn’t let me bring the supersized bottle through security. I tried to slip it in . . .”
Just like it has from the beginning, Banner’s humor never fails to make me laugh. The sound booms out through the garage, over the AC/DC I’d picked for tonight.
“I can’t even imagine what you must have said to them.”
Banner untwines her legs from around my waist before spreading them and placing each foot on the hood.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I can see straight up her skirt and into the best vision of heaven I’ve ever known.
One hand, tipped with blood-red nails that match her heels, slides down to her bare thigh. Her voice goes husky. “I told them I was going to make someone a very happy man, so denying me my lube was denying one of their brothers a very fine piece of ass.”
I wrap a hand around each of her thighs and yank her back down to me. “Is that right?”
“I thought they’d understand since I was planning to take one for the team, but no dice.”
“You probably had all their dicks hard as they watched you walk away.”
“They were poppin’ chubs before I even zipped my bag.”
A growl is unleashed from my throat as my possessive instincts fire up. “My. Pie. I don’t share my pie with anyone. Thought we had an understanding, Bruce.”
“You better remind me. It’s been a while since you showed me what it means to be yours.”
Always a challenge. This woman will never be boring.
I loosen my grip on her thighs and slide both palms up her smooth skin, rucking up the material of her short skirt as I go. “You better not have bent over in this thing, or else I’m gonna have to go find whoever saw this sweet little cunt and make sure they understand who it belongs to.”
Her whiskey eyes flame.
“You love it when I say that.” I cover her bare pussy with my hand. It’s not a question. Her body tells me everything I need to know. I keep my gaze pinned to hers as I trail a finger down her soaked slit. “Dripping for me. Sweet heaven.” Dragging my index finger around her clit, I watch as her pupils dilate with need. My cock, already hard as tempered steel, pulses at her responsiveness.
“I’m going to fuck you on the hood of this car. First your tight little pussy, and then I’m going to bend you over and take that sweet ass you’ve been teasing me with for weeks.”
Banner’s teeth close over her bottom lip as her hips lift to increase the pressure from my fingers on her clit, but she doesn’t answer.
I pull my hand back two inches and plunge a finger inside her.
Banner sucks in a breath and arches off the hood. I add a second finger, and fuck them in and out of her until the word I love to hear falls from her lips.
“Please.”
“Anything for you. Any-fucking-thing.”
I shove down my jeans with my free hand, letting my cock spring free.
Banner reaches out as though she wants to touch my dick, but I stop her. “Hands on the hood. I’m calling the shots here. You might not be naked, but you’re still gonna do what you’re told.”
Her pussy contracts around my fingers in response.
I fucking love this woman.
Her hands land palm down on the hood just before a horn honks outside, probably at the Four Corners, trying to get someone to drive through the blinking red signal.
Banner’s gaze cuts to the high windows in the overhead door where anyone could see us if they were looking, especially with all the lights on inside here.
I wait for her to say something about moving, but she doesn’t. Her pussy grows even wetter.
“Someone could see us. Watch me fuck you on the hood of this car. What do you think about that, Banner?”
Her lips curl up in a dead sexy smile. “We better give them a hell of a show.”
I pull my fingers free of her heat and line my dick up with her entrance before gripping her hips with both hands.
“That’s a guarantee.” I pull her toward me as I push inside, sinking balls deep with one thrust. “Fuuuck.” I throw my head back as I yell it out.
Banner arches into it, her fingers curling into fists. “It’s been way too long.” Her words come out on a rush of breath.
“I’m not doing this shit again, Banner. Not waitin’ three weeks to get inside this pussy. Ain’t happening. I want you every day.”
Chapter 13
Banner
Before I can respond to Logan’s words, he pulls back and slams into me. My hips lift off the hood of the car, meeting his every thrust. This isn’t just a fuck; this is a claiming. I’ve never seen the look of possession in anyone’s eyes before, but I recognize it in Logan’s.
For the first time in my life, I’m happy to be possessed.
He owns me, and not just my body.
Pleasure zings through me, forming into an overwhelming wave that needs only the slightest push to take me over the edge. My fingers flex and clench over and over, and I want to touch my clit and steal my orgasm, but Logan told me to keep them where they are and I’m determined to follow that order.
As though he can tell I need it, Logan releases one hand from my waist and presses his thumb against my clit.
Instant explosion.
My hips lift again of their own accord, and I scream his name.
“Yes, oh my God. Yes.”
Logan’s hooded gaze flashes as he pulls out. I miss the fullness immediately, but I know what’s coming next, and my entire body is ready.
He reaches for my wristlet, and I unfist my hand to let him slide it off. He looks down and unzips it before pulling out a half dozen packets of lube.
“I fucking love you, Banner.”
A smile slides over my lips. “You’re just saying that because I’m gonna let you put it in my butt.”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m saying it because it’s the goddamned truth.” He drops my wristlet on the hood of the car and lays the packets on top of it. Logan holds out a hand, and I lean up to take it as he helps me down from the hood.
“I hope I didn’t scratch—”
“Doesn’t fucking matter.”
He cups my face between both hands and covers my lips with his for only a moment before pulling back. With his eyes on mine, he says, “Turn around and bend over. Now that we’ve practiced, I know you can keep your hands on the hood like a good girl.”
The command sends bolts of lust shooting through me. “You’re so sexy when you’re telling me how you’re going to fuck me.”
His eyes blaze. “We haven’t even gotten that far yet. Now, do it.”
I bite down on my lip, and I’m pretty sure the slickness from my pussy is slipping down my thighs. I turn and bend over, feeling everything with heightened intensity. The warmth of the roughened metal where my body was pressed to it only moments ago. The smooth patches where I lay my hands. The burning heat of Logan’s palm where it lands on the small of my back and presses me down further before catching the bottom hem of the back of my skirt and dragging it up over my ass. The cool air that hits my skin as his growl of approval reaches me.
“Spread your feet.”
> I follow directions, but apparently not well enough.
“Wider, and tilt your hips up. I want to see that little pink pussy I just fucked.”
Sliding my heels another few inches apart, I lift my ass and cant my hips. Jesus Christ, if anyone sees this from the windows I was riveted on before, they’re going to get an eyeful. Of all of me.
I couldn’t care less. All that matters is where Logan is going to touch me, and how hard he’s going to make me come.
The palm of his hand lands between my legs, slapping my pussy. I suck in a breath as a shaft of pleasure zips from my clit to my nipples.
“Wider and higher,” he growls.
I do as he says, now feeling obscene in my position, but Logan thinks it’s just perfect.
“Sweet fucking Christ. If you could see yourself right now . . .”
I picture how I must look to him, and I’m not ashamed of what I see in my head. From my peripheral vision, I see Logan grab one of the packets. He must tear it open because moments later, the cold, slippery gel lands on my ass. Logan smooths it around the pucker, lighting up nerve endings that haven’t seen action in a while.
Part of me wishes that I’d never done this before so I could give Logan at least one first, but then I remind myself it’s a good thing it’s not the first time, what with the monster he’s packing in his pants. I gave him the most important first, anyway—my heart.
My brain goes momentarily blank when Logan presses a finger inside.
I don’t know what it is about the back door, but every time seems to feel like the first time. And regardless of how I’ve made it sound over the years to my best friend, my ass is the closest thing I have to virgin territory.
“You’re so damned tight.”
He adds more lube as he goes, and then . . . Holy. Jesus. A second finger. I press back as he pushes inside.
“Holy shit. Your fingers feel way bigger than I thought.”
He scissors them apart, twisting and stretching me. When he pulls them out, I hear another package tearing open, and I picture Logan lubing up his cock, and all those nerve endings he just lit up spark and tense when I think about how big he’s going to feel.
Logan leans forward over my body and speaks into my ear as the thick head of his cock presses against my ass. “You’re gonna strangle my cock, but you won’t keep me out. This ass is mine tonight, and you’re gonna beg me to fuck it again and again because you’re about to come harder than you ever have before.”
Sweet hell, I think I’m already about to come and he hasn’t even breached—and then he does.
I hold my breath as inch by body-shaking inch, Logan sinks his cock deep inside me. When I feel his balls against my pussy, I blow out.
“How’re you doing, baby? Can you handle me?”
I press back against him, taking him another fraction of an inch. “I can take everything you want to give me.”
Logan groans, and his chest vibrates against my back. “I know you can.”
My pussy drips down my legs, and again, I want to touch myself, but I’m following orders.
Logan seems to have figured out the tricks to my body because he reaches around with his left hand and covers my clit with his fingers, pressing, strumming, and circling as he fucks my ass with smooth strokes increasing in speed with every thrust.
Chapter 14
Logan
Banner’s orgasm catches me off guard. Her body tightens, and my name echoes off the wall of my shop along with her cries. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, after her telling me she loved me for the first time.
This woman could wreck me, but I’m going to enjoy the inferno.
I keep up my thrusts, increasing the pace and pressure on her clit, and I can’t tell if she starts coming again or just never quit.
Broken words and pleas fall from her lips, but so long as every one of them is pleasure, I’m not stopping.
My orgasm boils up in my balls, preparing to shoot down my spine like a bolt of lightning that will end me. With one final cry from Banner, I lose my grip on control and my body tenses, spilling inside her.
“Fuuucking love you.”
I fall forward, catching myself with both palms on the hood, sucking in oxygen like I just remembered how to breathe.
“Holy hell. I think . . . I don’t know. I . . .” Banner’s disjointed words trail off.
“What, baby?”
“I don’t know if that’s the longest orgasm I’ve ever had . . . or the most. I don’t know. Either way, I win.”
I press a kiss to the top of her shoulder. “I think we both won, Bruce.”
Pulling away, I sidestep and rip some clean shop towels off the roll, then snag a bottle of water to clean us both up with.
Banner flops over on her back, her arms spread even wider than her smile.
“So, who’s going to tell Boone Thrasher his car has already been to Brown Town?”
Chapter 15
Banner
Walking into Pints and Pins the next night with Logan’s hand on the small of my back gives me a sense of belonging I didn’t have the last time I came here. The bowling alley is packed with people, and almost all the tables in the bar area are taken.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask him.
“Pay-per-view fight. None of the other places around get it, and most people don’t want to shell out fifty bucks or more to watch. Ben takes donations at the bar rather than charging an entry fee, and it usually covers the cost. Plus, he makes it up in alcohol and food sales.”
I scan the crowded room as I nod. It makes sense, even though it’s not something I would have ever guessed in my limited knowledge of what makes people gather in bowling alleys. The women are dressed in their country finest—jeans with silver stitching and rhinestones on the back pockets, fringed leather purses, fancy cowboy boots, and tight tops with plunging necklines.
Several of them light up when they see Logan, but their expressions turn to disappointment as soon as they realize I’m standing next to him.
Damn, I guess Julianne was right. The vultures are circling. I need to thank her for the call more than I realized. I understand the disappointment I’m seeing on a few faces, because if I lost out on my shot with Logan, I’d be devastated too.
Their judging eyes take in my outfit from the toes of my shiny Louboutin boots, up my skinny jeans, my sexy-but-casual black tunic-length tee, and my fan-freaking-tastic statement necklace—one of the few splurges I made with my new inheritance. The Swarovski crystals, black onyx, and gold catch the light and draw attention to my throat.
Julianne, just the woman I wanted to see, struts toward Logan and me with a drink in her hand and a man trailing behind her.
“Hey, city girl. Thought you’d bolted out of here for good. I would say I don’t have any idea why you’d bother to come back, but I do. By the way, if the vultures shred you to pieces, can I have the necklace?”
Logan wraps an arm around my shoulders. His tone is no-nonsense. “Of course she came back. And no one is going to say anything to Banner while I’m around.” He doesn’t acknowledge the man with Julianne, which surprises me.
Julianne laughs. “Maybe, maybe not. But they’ll definitely have plenty to say as soon as you’re not connected at the hip.”
I straighten my shoulders. “Hey, I can handle myself. I’m a big girl.”
“You tell me if anyone says a cross word, and I’ll deal with it,” Logan says.
With a sweet smile, I reply, “There won’t be anything to handle. I’ll be fine.” I look back to Julianne. “Who’s your friend?”
The man reaches out a hand to Logan. “Good to see you again, Brantley.”
“Mitch.” Logan’s tone is curt, and he doesn’t shake the man’s hand.
“Come on, boys, it was a long time ago. Besides, Logan, you’re the one who kicked Mitch’s ass.”
“No hard feelings, man,” Mitch says, lifting both hands into the air.
My gaze
is darting back and forth between Mitch and Logan like I’m watching a Ping-Pong match, which I’d never actually do. With the exception of Forrest Gump, I guess.
“What am I missing?” I ask when I realize no one is going to fill me in, and the awkward silence grows too heavy for what’s supposed to be a fun night out for Logan and me.
“Mitch here thought it was his job to beat my ass when he found out I took his sister on a date.”
“Excuse me?” I prop my hands on my hips.
“It was years ago, city. Calm your tits,” Julianne says.
“Some things take a hell of a lot longer to forget.” Logan’s words come out low.
“Look, man. I’m sorry.” Mitch shoves his hands in his pockets. “Would it make you feel better if I told you I’d rather you knocked her up than that piece of shit she married a year after she graduated? He’s a drunk. Hardly leaves his fucking chair in their living room while he spends all the money she makes working part-time at the pharmacy on porn and guns. Fuck, I wish I’d shoved her into your car rather than pulled her out, because her life would be a hell of a lot better than the one she’s got now.”
The tense set of Logan’s shoulders eases by a few degrees. “I’m sorry she’s having such a rough time. I didn’t realize.”
Mitch shakes his head. “She doesn’t tell anyone. She’s too embarrassed. I’ve been trying to get her to leave him for years, but she just keeps going to church and saying that she’ll find a way to carry the burden herself.”
“I even tried to talk to her about it when she was in the salon,” Julianne says. “But she doesn’t wanna hear nothin’ from nobody.”
“That’s so sad.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but everyone looks at me and Mitch nods soberly.
“Sure isn’t what I wanted for my little sister.”
Julianne leans into him, and Mitch wraps his arm around her shoulders.
Logan holds out his hand to the man. “I’m good with burying the hatchet. I think you’ve beat yourself up more than I ever could.”
The men shake hands.