But he did.
Logan hid his “gotcha” smile behind another drink of beer and looked at the woman. It was obvious from the near orgasm she’d just had after he’d deliberately teased her by playing with his beer bottle that the lady had a hand fetish. Little freak. She hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off his hands for longer than a few minutes since she’d sat down. He’d noticed her as soon as she walked into Clancy’s, and she looked way too classy to even be in the neighborhood, let alone in the long, narrow, smoke-filled room optimistically called a bar.
The middle corner of the wraparound bar where he sat gave him a full view of the door, which was to his right and down a short hallway. When customers walked in, what they saw first was the right side of the bar until they turned and walked farther in and saw the four small table-and-chair sets behind the bar. Clancy’s was hidden and discreet and nobody minded your business, which was exactly why he liked it. So when she’d walked in, he’d automatically looked up to see who it was. He would have gone back to his drink, except she seemed so out of her element. And she’d looked so uncertain as she’d stood hesitantly near the door that he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her.
She’d stood there for long moments, giving him a chance to check her out. She was short but built, and the expensive slacks and blouse didn’t hide the fact. She wasn’t quite the brick house Lionel and the rest of the boys had sung so gleefully about, but she had more than enough for a man to hold on to while he sank gratefully into her. She was damn near perfect, was what she was. Plump breasts, small waist and rounded hips—hell, she was perfect! And he just knew that with a front like that, the back of her would be a treat all its own. Long experience studying the intricacies of women’s bodies told him that her behind would definitely have some heft to it. It just had to. The laws of physics demanded it, damn it.
He’d sized up her body in a few seconds and lifted his gaze to her face and got lost in her eyes. Tawny brown orbs had peered at him from beneath dark lids surrounded by long curly lashes. They were a little shy, a little nervous, and seemed to be almost pleading with him for help. Curious, he’d lifted a brow, but just as he was preparing to rise to go over to her, she’d broken eye contact, licked her lips, took a deep breath, and started walking toward his side of the bar. The lady was on a mission. After her eyes had moved away from his, he took in the rest of her pretty features. Dark smooth skin stretched over a pert nose, a stubborn little chin, and high cheekbones. The short cap of straight black hair that stopped just short of her ears showed off her face perfectly.
When she’d walked past him to take the stool next to his, he’d gotten a good whiff of her. She smelled as expensive as she looked. Clancy had hurried over to take her order and her soft, cultured voice had requested white wine. Logan had noticed her embarrassment when Clancy had told her that he didn’t carry it. When Clancy had offered her a wine cooler instead, he’d heard the relief in her voice when she’d accepted. Just as he’d noticed the expression of distaste when she’d taken her first sip from the bottle…and the way she kept peeking at him, each time with a little more boldness. He knew that she was trying to make a decision.
He’d noticed everything because he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He knew it was bold and rude, but when he wanted something or someone, he didn’t make a secret of it. And he wanted her. At first he thought his staring might make her uncomfortable, but when her nipples poked against her silk shirt trying to see the light of day, he didn’t think about it anymore. And all bets were definitely off when she practically came just from looking at his hands. That criminally sexy, helpless little shiver she gave at the end put the cap on things and screwed it tight, as far as he was concerned. But she would come to him. He knew that she wasn’t the kind of girl who usually picked up men in bars, so he would let her decide what to do, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t help her make the right decision. It’s on, little lady.
He finished his beer as he stared at her some more. Her eyes were on his hands again, so he lifted one to his face and rubbed the tips of his fingers first across his top lip and then across the bottom one. He followed that up with a slow lick of his tongue across the rim of his bottom lip. He heard her breath catch and tried not to grin. Your move, sweetheart.
Chloe let her eyes follow the trail of his tongue in painful, hungry silence. Jesus God, the man was dangerous. Should she do it? Stop stalling, girl, she silently chided herself. You know you want the man. And it’s pretty damn obvious that he wants you. It’s an easy answer. Imagine all of that…that…manliness spread out na-ked on top of you…and covering every little inch. Her breath shuddered and so did she. Absently, she turned back to face the bar. She had to admit to herself: he was fine as all get out.
Surreptitiously, she studied the muscular ranginess of his body that was noticeable even under the jeans and work shirt he wore. He had a lean muscularity that made her want to strip him bare of that shirt and undershirt and let her fingers do the walking. She knew he had a set of those washboard abs, the kind that fingers could press into and bounce back from because they were so hard and defined. Still keeping her head turned slightly toward him, she let her eyes travel up to his face.
It was handsome enough, with the fullest lips she’d ever seen on a man, a prominent jawline, and the usual Roman nose that had a slight bump on the bridge that signified a break at some point. His eyes were thickly lashed and a deep, dark brown that made a nonswimming woman want to willingly drown in them. She ought to know because she’d already had to stop herself from taking that suicidal dive several times since she’d gotten there. The short, thick, brown hair on his head made her want to run her fingers through it—right before she used it as leverage to snatch his head to her body where that wicked tongue of his could work its magic.
The parts of her body that she referred to as her three homegirls (because they were always there and always, always on the lookout for her pleasure) clamored to full attention when the thought of his tongue exploded into her head. The two up top were so hard now that it was almost painful. Chloe looked at him again. And found him looking right at her. His brow was lifted in challenge, as if to say, “Bring it on.” Chloe turned to fully face him again and stood. That’s it, she thought resolutely. Girls, let’s go have some fun.
Logan watched her take the few steps necessary so that she was standing in front of him. He looked into her eyes. Some of the bravery of seconds before had faded, but not all of it. He let his brow lift again in question and watched as her chin went up a notch. Atta girl, he thought with sneaky glee, show me what’s what.
“Have you got condoms?” he heard her say and almost reared back in surprise. Well, what a way to take the bull by the horns.
“Yes, I do. And your name would be…?” He was sorry to see her falter. Just for a few seconds, though.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never done this—”
No shit.
“Well, never mind. You don’t need to know all of that. It’s Trixie. My name is Trixie.”
Yeah, right.
Logan held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, ah, did you say…” The name was so clichéd he could barely get it out without laughing. “‘Trixie?’”
“Yes, I did,” she said in a determined voice.
“Well, if you’re Trixie, then I’m Rod,” he said and watched her lips twist in disbelief. He looked down at her left hand. There was no ring. He frowned. The line where a ring had once been was still quite visible. He looked back up into those soft, amber eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her.
“What? Of course I am.”
“All right, then. I’ve got you for the entire night,” he told her.
She frowned. “I didn’t say I’d be your prostitute.”
He laughed. “I know you didn’t. I just want to take my time with you.”
Chloe smiled. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
“All right, then. There’s a hotel down the street,
” he said as he threw money on the bar. “Let’s go…Trixie.”
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“Wait,” Chloe said when he began to stand. She stepped between his thighs, settling her hands on his shoulder. “I’ve been wanting to do this all evening,” she whispered and bent her head. Her tongue slipped out to lick his lips a few times before she got her teeth into the act, biting and nipping gently at the middle of his top lip that protruded slightly.
He moaned and Chloe, feeling completely seduced now, covered his mouth with hers and swallowed the sound. Reaching down, she lifted his hands and placed them on the sides of her torso so that they were resting near the undersides of her breasts. When she felt his fingers squeeze and caress her skin and brush against her breasts, she sighed in relief and joy, her knees buckling so that she fell into him.
Logan gripped her tightly, his fingers digging into her as every single one of his senses greedily took her in. He pushed his tongue against hers and pulled and sucked it into his own mouth, making her slump against him with a soft little sigh of surrender. She moved in closer and he nestled himself in the vee of her thighs, groaning when she widened her stance a bit to enclose his jeans-covered, already hard dick and thrust her hips at him. He transferred his hands from her rib cage to her ass, where he gripped her tightly, his fingers alternately releasing and sinking into the plentiful flesh. Near the end of his control, but unable to help himself, he squeezed and pulled her closer, grinding her against him again and again. Common sense finally got through, telling him that as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t actually fuck her in the bar.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and gently pushed her back away from him. She was looking up at him with wide, surprised eyes, her breaths coming in quick, shallow pants. Her tongue shot out to lick his lips and he couldn’t resist kissing her again. He rested his forehead on hers, giving himself a chance to catch his breath.
“Let’s go,” he growled.
Chloe stood in the middle of the hotel room, barely remembering how she had gotten there. Everything was sort of a blur, but she vaguely remembered holding hands with “Rod” and almost running to keep up with him as his long, quick strides ate up the distance to the hotel in record time. He’d checked them in (all the while using one finger to caress her between her butt cheeks while she leaned into him and tried to stifle her moans). And now she stood in the middle of the hotel room as he closed the door behind them, trying to remember how she’d gotten there. His hands had been all over her in the elevator, stringing her out so skillfully that she thought she’d explode from the tension. Her body still burned and tingled where his hands had been.
Chloe came out of her daze and started noticing her surroundings. The mauve curtains and the bedspread covering the queen-sized bed were nice, she thought—right before he grabbed her and pulled her into his body.
He ravished her mouth, biting and sucking on her tongue until she was straining against him, her teeth clicking against his as she tried to appease her hunger. The kiss was purely carnal, but was not enough to even begin to take the edge off. Chloe moved in closer, wanting to lose herself inside him as the heat burned a huge trail through her body. The kiss simply was not enough. She needed to feel him pushing inside her. She needed to ride. “The bed,” she begged into his mouth. “We need the bed. Now.”
“The first time is going to be hard and fast,” he said as he unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it from her body. Her bra was next.
“Good,” she said and finished unbuttoning his shirt to pull it off him. She began to undo his belt buckle and froze when she felt his mouth on her breast.
“Keep going,” he told her through a mouthful of nipple as his hands went to her slacks.
Chloe struggled to finish unbuckling his belt. “Ahh,” she moaned and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Eyes closed and her head thrown back because he’d begun to use his teeth, she slid her hands into his boxers and started pushing both them and his jeans down his thighs. She felt him push her slacks and panties down so that they fell around her ankles and off. She screamed when he pushed a finger into her. “Oh, God!” Her thighs opened wide and her hands went to his arms, where she held on for dear life.
“Reach into my back pocket and get my wallet,” he said as he continued to work her mercilessly with his fingers—one pushing inside while another one stroked her clitoris.
Chloe opened her eyes and looked down at him. His eyes were narrowed in concentration and his mouth was still on her breast. Had he said something? “Wha…” she stopped to catch her breath and gather her thoughts when he used his thumb to press on that little bundle of nerves while two of his fingers now slid in and out…in and out. “What?”
Logan felt her cream spill out to drench his fingers and made a guttural sound in his throat, the need to feel himself moving inside her riding him hard now. He lifted his mouth from her breast, pulled his hand away, picked her up, and carried her over to the bed. “Reach into my back pocket and get my wallet,” he said again.
Chloe obeyed him this time, feeling like a dose of cold water had been splashed on her face. His mouth was gone. His fingers were gone. What the hell?
“Very good, Trixie,” Logan said when she pulled out the wallet. “Now get the condom out and push my jeans down just a little more.” When she’d done that, he sat on the end of the bed and placed her astride his thighs.
Chloe looked down at the huge, thickly veined cock that was standing at attention, waiting just for her. She licked her lips. It was perfect for a hard ride. Completely anxious to fill herself with him, she ripped the package with her teeth and pulled the condom out. He was slick, hot, and thick against her sensitive palms and her labia clenched fitfully in anticipation. She used his shoulders as leverage and lifted herself to her knees, groaning and squirming helplessly when his hands went to her butt—fingers digging, palms pushing. Her thighs shook as she lowered her body just enough to take in his pulsing tip and her eyes slowly fell shut. Ahh, so good. He felt so good. Opening and stretching to receive him became the goal of the moment, and unadulterated greed and satisfaction could be heard in the sounds she made in the back of her throat as she sucked him in.
His hands grasped her waist and slammed her down upon him so that his long, thick length was filling her to the hilt. He slid in wetly and smoothly, squeezing into the tight, hot moistness and leaving an explosion of heat wherever he touched. Chloe went insane. Broken, untamed cries escaped her throat as the intense heat roared through her body and she rode the storm, bucking wildly on his lap. It was over for her before he could pull out and thrust and she uttered one last shriek before falling against him.
Logan opened his mouth, catching her nipple when it brushed against his lips. He sucked her hard, biting and laving until she was squirming on his dick again, mewling in near agony at the renewed, intense pleasure. She tried to regain some sense of sanity, but couldn’t as he controlled her every movement with his hands, furiously slamming her down as he drove up into her.
Chloe couldn’t help it—she screamed, over and over again, as a second orgasm forcefully tore through her in shocking pleasure. His hands tightened on her waist with bruising force, and he slammed her down and held her there, his penis lengthening inside her as he came. Hard and long. She knew she’d be sore and bruised later from the rough treatment, but she couldn’t care as she clamped him securely within her body.
Logan let her rest against him for a few seconds before he lifted her over his head so that she was lying face down on the bed. “Don’t move,” he said.
“A bomb couldn’t blast me from this bed,” Chloe said in a weak voice as she prepared to get comfortable for sleep.
“No.” Logan’s voice was implacable as he held her in place. “I said don’t move.”
Chloe turned her head to look at him. Shit. What had she gotten herself into? She thought this even as the little jerk of fear sent a little thrill down her spine. “Excuse me?” She tried to turn over, but he held her ankles.
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“No, don’t move,” he told her again, this time much more gently. Chloe looked in his eyes. He looked calmly back at her, his eyes unflinching and she let herself be reassured. She turned her head back around.
Logan sat on the bed to take off his boots and the rest of his clothes. “You have the most incredible ass,” he said and reached out to rub and caress it. He felt her shiver. “In fact, I love your entire body.” As he spoke, he used both hands to fondle her ass cheeks. He then trailed his hands down to her thighs, pressing his fingers deep into tender flesh and eliciting a gut-level groan from her. “Feel good?”
“God, yes.”
“Good.” He continued to massage her body, concentrating more on a specific area when she moaned in satisfaction. Her calves received special attention, as did the arches of her feet. By the time he was finished, she was just how he wanted her—completely relaxed. Her slow, steady breathing told him that she was close to falling asleep.
“Now,” he said with a light slap to her ass, followed by a kiss to take away the sting. “Crawl up to the headboard and get on your knees.”
Panting in excitement from the slap to her ass and from wondering what was going to happen next, Chloe obeyed. She felt the bed dip with his weight as he got fully on it and moved toward her.
“Open your thighs and hold on to the headboard.” As he was talking, he was adjusting her himself. Chloe blindly obeyed. She helplessly mewled her surrender when the heat of him surrounded her as he knelt behind her and his bare chest pressed against her back. She pushed back against him and to her surprise felt his dick—full and hard again—against her ass. Wantonly, she made small movements so that his cock was sliding up and down the crease between her butt cheeks.
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