by Alison Mello
“Are you serious? I’ll admit, I’m excited to sing at your club, but what if your friend doesn't like me?”
I get up from my seat and switch sides of the table because I want to be close to her. I sit so close my legs are touching hers, and I take her hand in mine. “I’m going to help you see how awesome you are. He’s going to love you.”
“Thank you.” She blushes.
“You’re welcome. Now what does a guy like me have to do to get a girl like you to visit me in the club tonight?”
Skyler giggles. “Ask. I’m off the rest of the night.”
“Will you come visit me in the club tonight?”
She looks at her watch. “I don’t know…it’s getting late and I’m a bit tired.”
I look at her, totally confused, and then I chuckle. “You know what I mean. Okay, will you come visit me at the club tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, I’ll call a few friends to hang with while you work, and then I’ll see you when you get off. My friend Meghan that works with me at Dugan’s is off too, so she’ll come out with me, and if Jonah is bouncing I’m sure Sadie will come.”
“I think tomorrow is his night off, so I’m not sure he’ll want to be in the club, but you can ask them. It’s up to you. I have another question. How come you haven’t called me at all?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she says with one eyebrow raised.
“Let’s clear something up right now. I like you, I think you’re funny, gorgeous as hell, and I love your voice. I want you to be my girlfriend and my girlfriend only. I tried to give you space to call me, and it didn’t work out too well for me, so now I’m going to tell you like it is.”
“Okay,” is all she says, no argument, no fighting me, simply “okay.”
“Well I have to admit that was a bit easier than I thought.”
“Logan, I told you I’m not good at this and I may screw up, which is why I hadn’t called you. I was too busy trying to figure out why you hadn’t called me. I thought I screwed something up the other night and that’s why you didn’t call. I like you though.” Her blush creeps up her face.
“You keep shocking me with this shyness of yours. You looked so strong and confident with your friends, and when you were on stage you were so bold when you handled the men who were flirting with you, yet with me you’re shy and timid.”
“You’re different, Logan. It’s easy to be confident when you’re around a guy you could care less about, but when you like a guy and he’s as confident as you are, it’s hard. My past has been filled with crappy relationships, and that wears on a person.”
I rub the back of my fingers across her cheek, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “How about this? I promise not to let you screw this one up.” A small smirk spreads across her cheeks and she nods slightly. It was barely there but I caught it. I move my lips to hers so she knows I’m going to kiss her and she meets me halfway. I kiss her softly and then caress her nose with mine before I kiss her again.
“Will you come to my place tonight? I want to show you where I live and spend the night with you.”
She bites her lip and nods. “Let me text Sadie so she doesn’t get worried.”
I catch her hand and pull her toward the door. “You can text her from the car.”
I can’t wait to have her in my home.
***
Skyler
We pull up to Logan’s building and the valet greets him. When we get out, the valet gets into the car and heads off to park it. I look at him a bit shocked, and Logan shrugs and walks toward the front door.
“Good evening, Mr. Michaels,” the doorman says.
Logan smiles at the man and replies, “Good evening. Greg. I would like you to meet my girlfriend Skyler. When she visits, please be sure the valet puts her car in one of my spots and you see that she’s let up right away.”
Greg extends his hand to me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Skyler.” Then he looks at Logan. “I’ll take care of it right away, sir.”
We walk to the elevator and take it to the top floor of the huge building. The elevator opens into a stunning foyer with double doors that open into his actual home.
“Feel free to look around,” Logan says. “I’m going to get us a glass of wine so we can relax.”
When we walk in, the first thing that catches my eye is the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows on the left that are arched at the top, and in the middle of them is a door that opens to a huge balcony that overlooks LA. I walk through his open living room with its pretty gas fireplace and immaculate hardwood floors to check out the view. As I suspected, it’s amazing. He has this cute little patio furniture set that seats four out there too.
I turn around and notice he’s standing on the other side of the living room in his large, open kitchen. There is a huge island that has a snack bar on one side and the gas countertop cooktop on the other side. Behind the island are a state of the art stainless steel convection oven and microwave. His kitchen looks like it has never been used.
He walks toward me and hands me a glass of white wine.
“Your home is lovely. Do you cook?”
He laughs. “Why do you ask?”
“You don’t look like one to cook, and your kitchen looks like it has never been used.”
He bursts into laughter. “You're half right. I actually do enjoy cooking, but I have a housekeeper who comes in daily to clean and make sure this place stays in mint condition because I’m not home enough and I work too hard to worry about it.”
I can’t imagine ever being able to afford a housekeeper, so I sip my wine.
“Come on,” he says, “let me show you the upstairs and I’ll give you a t-shirt of mine so you can get comfortable.”
The upstairs is equally as stunning. There is one bedroom downstairs and two more upstairs. One is his and has a master bathroom with a huge tub and shower with his and her showerheads. The walk-in closet is massive, and that is when I see he has way more clothes than me.
He takes a t-shirt from one of the drawers and tosses it to me, but I purposely miss it so it lands on the floor. I decide to mess with him. I have been itching to feel his fingers on me since I met him, and I can tell from the bulge forming in his pants he wants me too. I walk over to the shirt in my three inch heels and bend over to pick it up with my legs spread apart. My dress is so short it gives him a bit of a view. I toss the shirt onto the bed and walk toward him with a look that clearly says I want you. He sets his wine glass down on the dresser, then takes mine and sets it next to his.
As soon as his hands are free, he pulls me close and our mouths crash together with wanting and passion. His hands are all over my body and I’m already wet. He pulls away after a minute, panting, his forehead pressed to mine.
“I’m sorry, Skyler. I have no control with you.”
I take a steadying breath. “I don’t want you to have control with me.” I kiss him again, this time a bit slower. When I stop, I look right into his alluring chocolate brown eyes. “Show me how good you can make me feel.”
“Are you sure?”
“Logan, I need to know how good we can be together. I can’t wait anymore. I’ve wanted to feel your hands on me from the moment I met you.”
He steps away for a minute, running his hands through his hair. “Sky, you don’t know what you're saying. I like to play rough sometimes. I like control in the bedroom, and I need you prepared for that.”
I know we are going to be good together. I can feel it.
“Show me, Logan. I’ve never had a sexual relationship that has satisfied me; maybe this is what I need.”
He narrows his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I mean my partners have always cared more about themselves than me. The one partner who came close was a total asshole and treated me like shit so I ditched him. He thought because he was okay in bed he could control me in every aspect of my life. I don’t mind you having control in the bedroom, but I need control over my own li
fe.”
“Skyler, I would never try to control your life. Tonight I want to go slow. Is that okay? We can try some rougher stuff another night.”
I bite my lip and nod, excited because I thought he was going to say he didn’t want to sleep with me. He kisses me gently, pulling away to lift my dress over my head. “You have the sexiest body, Sky.” He walks around me, checking out every inch as his hand skims over various parts of me. “Your skin is flawless and you have an amazing ass.” He stands behind me and unhooks my bra; it slides off my shoulders and falls to the floor. He grabs the string of my thong and rips it off my body.
I can’t help but giggle. “If you do that every time we have sex you’re going to owe me some panties.”
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Guess I’ll be buying you a lot of panties then.” He bites my earlobe and I whimper.
I’m now completely naked and Logan is fully dressed. I start to pull his shirt from his pants while he undoes the buttons on his sleeves and slips it over his head. He has a perfect body. His chest is smooth and well defined just like I pictured. He kisses me again as I lower the zipper and reach in to feel his length, shuddering at how big he is.
He walks me backward until the back of my knees hit the bed, then he pushes me down onto it and finishes removing his shoes and pants. I kick off my heels at the same time.
He climbs on top of me and whispers, “Those heels are hot as hell, and sometime soon I will fuck you in nothing but those shoes.”
I turn red, and I know I do because I can feel it. He laughs and kisses me again. His hand is on my breast, kneading and rolling my nipple, and it’s setting my skin on fire. His hand glides down my body slowly until he reaches my folds and feels how wet I am for him. He rolls his fingers over my clit and I moan in his mouth.
“You’ll always come first in my bed. Do you understand me?” He’s playing with my clit and my hips are grinding against his finger. “I’m going to have so much fun teaching you who is in charge. You’ll even learn to come when I say you can come.”
I moan again. “Logan, I can’t do that.”
He stops as I’m about to come. “You can and you will. Do you want to come?”
I’m panting. Of course I want to come. What is he thinking? I simply nod.
“Say it. Tell me you want to come.”
I close my eyes and take a calming breath. “Logan, I want to come.”
He gives me a proud smile. “Good girl.” His fingers start to do their magic, and as I am about to explode he rams his fingers deep inside me so I explode around him. “That’s it, baby, ride my fingers.”
I have no idea how he has so much control over my body already, but that was incredible.
He pulls his fingers from me and brings them to my lips. He glides them over my lips and then licks my lips, tasting me.
“You’re delicious,” he says. He sticks his fingers in his mouth to lick all of my juices off of them. I can’t believe he did that, it was so hot. “I need to be buried deep inside you, so I hope you’re ready.”
Logan takes a condom from the night table and slips it in place. He positions himself between my legs and slips himself inside of me, closing his eyes to savor the feeling. He’s sliding his length in and out of me, but his control is slipping. He picks up the pace and next thing I know he’s pounding into me.
I’m meeting him thrust for thrust. “Logan!” I scream as my orgasm is again building.
“Come on, Sky, give it to me. I can’t hold out much longer.”
My orgasm rips through me and he knows it because he slams into me one more time, and I milk him for every drop. We lay silent for a minute, gaining control over our breathing.
He climbs off of me to get rid of the condom and I instantly feel cold. I snatch up the t-shirt and head to the bathroom as he’s coming out. I do my thing and then head right back into the bedroom. He already has the bed turned down so I join him, lying in the empty space he has left for me.
Logan’s propped up on his elbow. He looks down at me and says, “I don’t know how, but I knew we would be great together.”
Chapter 5
Logan
I wake before Sky and despite the fact that I would love to wake her in a much more sexual way, I decide to show her that I do in fact have cooking skills. I head down to the kitchen and start making us some breakfast. While I don’t know what she likes, she has mentioned eating healthy, so I make some scrambled eggs with peppers and onions. I cut up a fruit salad and I have some potatoes roasting in the oven. If she doesn’t come down soon, I’ll have no choice but to put the eggs in the oven with the potatoes to keep them warm and come up with a fun and creative way to wake her.
My dick hardens at my thoughts of waking her with a vibrator to her clit or my teeth clamped down on her perfect little nipples. I shake my head, willing myself to stop or I’m going to end up fucking her over on the couch. I hear footsteps. Thank God she’s awake because I was starting to lose it.
“Good morning,” she says, looking amazing in my t-shirt and well-fucked hair. She has an elastic in her hand and is pulling her hair back as she approaches. When she lifts her arms to tie the elastic her shirt lifts up, almost revealing what's underneath. I happen to know she isn’t wearing anything because I tore her panties off last night.
“Be careful,” I growl, “or we’re not going to get to breakfast.” I reach for her and pull her to me. She wraps her arms around my waist, hugging me as I go for a kiss.
She pulls away and pouts. “But it smells so good and I’m starving.”
“Fine. Food then sex.”
Skyler laughs. “What can I do to help?”
“Actually, I have everything ready. All you need to do is make yourself a cup of coffee. The cups are right there,” I say, pointing to the cabinet where my coffee cups are.
She reaches up and gets two, one for her and one for me, and because she has to stretch I get a glimpse of her naked ass.
“Okay, no more reaching for you. Please make your coffee and have a seat before I take you over my counter.” She looks at me in total shock. “Yes, Sky, that’s what you do to me. Look.” I show her my hard on that’s trying to break through my lounge pants.
“Would you like me to take care of that for you?” She grips my cock and squeezes it.
“Woman, do not push me. I want to feed you first.” She gives me the cutest pout, lets go, and walks over to the stool with her coffee.
I serve her a plate of eggs, potatoes, and fresh fruit.
“Logan, this all looks so good.” She waits for me to sit before she starts eating, and it makes me smile.
“Did you text your friends about going to the club tonight?” I ask. “I’m going to reserve you guys a VIP section so you don’t have to worry about seats and you can come and go from there as you please.”
She swallows her eggs. “No, I totally forgot, but I can text them right now. You don’t have to give us a VIP section though. It’s no big deal.”
“Skyler, you’re my girlfriend and I’m the owner of the club. There’s not a chance in hell you will not have a VIP section and you will not pay to drink in my club.” She gives me a look like she wants to say something. “Listen, I told you I wouldn’t take over your life and I won’t, but do not argue this with me.”
She kisses me and says, “Thank you!”
I nod. “That’s much better. You’re welcome.”
Skyler takes her phone from her purse that she left on the couch last night and sends a group text.
Skyler: We have a VIP section at Club Thrive tonight who’s in?
“All sent,” she says.
She gets a response back and tells me it’s Sadie and that they are in. She texts back and forth in between bites of her food.
She bursts out laughing, and when I ask her what is so funny, she shows me the text she got from her friend Meghan.
Meghan: I’m in but hold up, how did you get VIP.
“Tell her,” I say.
Skyler: I’m dating the owner.
Her friend texts her right back.
Meghan: Shut the fuck up!
Skyler cracks up laughing again and shows me the message.
I laugh along with her. “You girls are crazy!”
She looks at me dead serious with her eyebrow raised. “You have no idea. Are you sure you can hang?”
“Is that a challenge?” I say, looking at her with the same dead serious look.
“You better believe it. I’m liking you more and more every day, and I need to know you’re real.”
“Oh I’m real, and you better believe I’m up for a challenge.”
She goes back to texting her friend back.
Skyler: I will not shut the fuck up. I’m at his house right now and showed him your text.
Meghan: lol see you tonight girl.
She tells me she’s waiting to hear from Rick and Shelly and her friend Katie. She’s hoping to hook Katie up like Sadie did us because she needs to find a boyfriend and soon. “I think Shane is single,” I say.
“The guy you were working the bar with?” I nod and she takes the last bite of her breakfast. “He’s kind of cute. I think she’ll like him.” Her phone pings and she tells me Katie’s in.
“Hey, don’t be checking out my bartenders. I can be a jealous and protective guy and you, pretty lady, are mine.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Logan, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that he’s attractive and would work for her. Didn’t you notice my eyes were only on you the first night we met?”
“No, I was too busy working and watching you shake that ass of yours.”
“Then you should have noticed I wouldn’t dance with anyone. I don’t play petty ‘make my boyfriend jealous’ games. I don’t have time for that, and to be honest, I have messed up enough relationships. I don’t need to add to it.”