Cheap Trick: A Dawson Family Novel

by Goodwin, Emily

  Finally happening.

  He pushes his hips against mine, pinning me against the door. His cock presses against me, making me weak. I bring my hand to his chest, dragging my fingers down until I get to the waistband of his pants. I circle the button, and suddenly Logan breaks away.

  It’s like someone ripped off my oxygen mask and now I can’t breathe. My lips part, but I can’t form any words. Right when I think he’s realizing what we’re doing, that this is crazy or stupid or maybe both, he looks at me with so much lust in his eyes I think I’m going to burst into flames.

  “You are beautiful,” he whispers again, inching his fingers between my legs. I willingly spread them for him, knowing he can feel the heat before his fingers even sweep over me. I let my head fall back against the door.

  Logan brings his head down, resting his forehead against mine for a moment before kissing me hard again. It’s an intimate gesture and one that throws me. Because as much as I’m turned on, as much as I need this physical release, it’s so much more.

  His tongue enters my mouth at the same time his hand plunges inside my panties.

  “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans, deft fingers circling my entrance. I hold onto him, struggling to stay upright on my feet. He’s making my knees weak and my entire body quiver head to toe with desire.

  “You’re making me wet,” I whisper back.

  “What do you want me to do about it?” His breath is warm against my skin. I push myself against his hand. He knows what I want him to do.

  “This,” I groan.

  “Tell me,” he growls. “I want to hear you say it.”

  Holy shit. I never took Logan to be a commanding lover, and I’m not sure I can handle it. I need to have him inside me. Now.

  “I want you to fuck me, Logan. I want your fingers inside me. I want your mouth all over me. And then I want your cock.”

  “Fuuuuck,” he moans, and his mouth goes to my neck again. He widens my legs and sweeps his fingers over my clit. A jolt of pleasure goes through me, and I grip him tighter to keep from falling. He’s taking his time, teasing me, knowing he’s driving me absolutely wild.

  Finally, he slips a finger inside of me, giving me a taste of what’s to come. Then he pulls his hand back, yanks my panties down, and drops to his knees. My mouth falls open, and I press myself against the wall, looking down at him.

  He’s balling my dress back up in one hand and brings the other to the back of my thigh. My eyes close and he puts his mouth to me, kissing my inner thigh before turning his head up, warm breath against my pussy.

  He kisses his way up my stomach, stopping only so he can undo the zipper of my dress. He gets back to his feet and pulls the zipper all the way down. Stepping back, he watches the dress fall to the floor and I’m left standing there, completely naked, in front of Logan.

  And now he’s looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world, like if he doesn’t put his body against mine, he won’t live to see another day. He runs his eyes over me, admiring every single inch of my body.

  I’ve struggled with my body image my whole life. Some days I’m okay with how I look. And some days all I see are my flaws when I look in the mirror. My stomach isn’t flat. I have cellulite on my thighs. One of my breasts sits a little higher up than the other.

  “You are so fucking hot,” he growls as if my flaws don’t exist at all. I drop my eyes to his cock again, straining against his pants. Logan steps in close, hands landing on the curve of my hips. He brings them down over my ass, giving it a squeeze before picking me up and carrying me to the bed.

  We fall onto the mattress together, and I scramble to get Logan’s pants undone. I pop the button, and his big cock forces the zipper down. The tip is sticking out past the elastic of his boxers, and I swirl my fingers over the wet tip. Logan groans, melting against me as I stroke him. But right as I push my hand inside and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand out.

  “Don’t you want me to—”

  He shuts me up with a kiss, pinning my arms up above me. My body hums with anticipation, and he starts to kiss his way down. He looks up at me right before he takes my breast in his mouth, and the half-second glance is all I need.

  Because in that half-second, I see the same look in Logan’s eyes than I did the first time we ever met. The longing for something he didn’t know he wanted…for the one thing that fills his heart.

  It’s me.

  His tongue flicks over my nipple, and I shut my eyes, bringing one hand up and tangling my fingers in his hair. Logan trails kisses down over my stomach. He parts my legs, and I suck in a breath, body shaking. He puts his lips to my thigh, gently kissing my skin. He’s moving closer and closer, getting me so wound up by his slow teasing. I push myself up on my elbow, gripping the tangle of hair tighter in my hand. If I have to guide his head to my pussy, I will.

  Because I need him so fucking bad right now.

  Logan turns his head, and his nose brushes over my clit. Opening his mouth, he kisses my other thigh, but he’s not as gentle this time. He sucks hard, nipping my skin with his teeth. The change in sensation makes me gasp, and it’s taking all the self-control in the world right now not to lie back and put my own hand between my legs right now, stroking my clit until I come hard against my own hand.

  It wouldn’t take me long. Logan has already gotten me so worked up I could come in under a minute.

  “I…I need you,” I pant, hands shaking as I try to urge him to my core. Logan slips his hands under my ass, lifting my hips off the mattress. One leg goes over his shoulder, and he looks right into my eyes before diving back down. The stubble on his cheeks rubs against me, and he puts his open mouth on me, tongue lashing my clit.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  His mouth is warm. Wet. Skilled. No one has ever done to me what he’s doing with that tongue right now, and my eyes roll back in my head as the orgasm builds. I was close to coming before he even started, and now I know it’s not going to take long.

  He holds my tender core against him as he eats me out, and my breath starts to come out in ragged huffs. My muscles contract as my body prepares for the climax. I’m right there, teetering on the edge.

  And then Logan stops.

  He turns his head to my thigh again, leaving me reeling. My mouth falls open, and my pussy contracts, but the orgasm never comes.

  “Please,” I beg, feeling like I’m going to implode. Heat is building up inside me. “Oh, God, Logan, please!”

  He reaches down, taking a hold of his cock, and he looks at me, knowing he’s got me right where he wants me. Stroking himself, he licks his lips.

  “If you won’t, I will,” I threaten but can hardly bring my hand up because everything inside of me is jittering with need.

  “I do like to watch,” he says, and I don’t know how his voice is coming out so level and even right now. Wide-eyed, I look at him, and my heart hammers even faster. “But I do love the way you taste.” Then he dives back down, mouth going to my core. He licks, sucks, and kisses me, moving his tongue in a fast circle around my clit.

  My legs go over his shoulders, and he lifts my hips off the mattress again. His head is buried between my legs, holding me as close to him as possible. His tongue lashes out once more, and the orgasm that was building erupts like a storm. My pussy spasms and I try to move away as I’m overcome and so fucking sensitive right now.

  He doesn’t relent and keeps his mouth against me, working that magic tongue. He lowers me back onto the mattress and slips a finger inside me, going right to my G-spot. My pussy is still spasming wildly from the first orgasm, and a second hits me, catching me off guard.

  Wetness spills from me, soaking his face and hand. Logan groans, turned on by feeling me come like this. No one has made me come this hard before. I’ve done it myself a time or two with my vibrator, and I was certain no man could get me off this much.

  But, fuck, I was wrong.

  My entire body is aliv
e, and I’m squirming against Logan, ears ringing and stars dotting my vision. Logan lays me down and wipes his face with the back of his hand.

  “Should I be sorry?” I pant, feeling the aftershock of the orgasm pulse through me.

  “Hell no. Seeing you come that hard is so hot,” he says, moving next to me. He’s still fully clothed, and while my body is still riding high, not yet able to come down, I know we’re far from being done.

  Because Logan Dawson has yet to fuck me.

  “No one has made me do that before,” I admit, reaching for him. My hands are still shaking, and I don’t think I could get up and walk if I tried. Heart hammering, I turn toward Logan and look into his eyes.

  “Take your shirt off,” I tell him, and he flashes a cocky grin, sitting up on the mattress. Light from the balcony doors spills in, illuminating his muscular body as he pulls his shirt over his head. Then he falls back onto me, and I widen my legs. I taste myself on his lips as we kiss, and I feebly push his pants and boxers down, stripping him naked.

  Logan is trying to be patient, trying to give me a minute to recover. I bend my legs up and the glistening tip of his cock rubs over me. He lets out a groan, burying his face against my neck.

  “Danielle,” he growls, and then it’s like he can’t wait any longer. I’m getting worked up all over again, and while we’re moving fast, both desperate for a release, there’s something tender in his touch, something that’s so magnetic and feels so right. It’s more than just two people meeting a physical need.

  It’s like we were made for this. Like we were meant to be together.

  Logan brings his face back to mine, kissing me as he lines his cock up to my entrance. I widen my legs and angle my hips up, heart in my throat. He kisses me hard and pushes that big dick inside of me, filling every single inch.

  I cry out in pleasure, body going into overdrive. I’m still so hot and worked up from before. My clit is sensitive, and just having his thick cock inside of me rubs my G-spot in the perfect way.

  I know I’ll be coming again, which is another thing no one has ever made me do.

  Logan starts off slow, drilling his cock in and pulling it out until only the tip remains. It hits me in the sweet spot, and I shudder, muscles tensing as another orgasm builds inside. He pushes in and pulls back again, breath coming out in a huff.

  Then he gives in, unable to hold out anymore, and starts fucking me hard and fast. My mouth falls open, and I grip him tight, digging my nails into the skin on his back. He lowers himself against me and slips one arm under my body. His movements slow, but then he flips us over, pulling me on top

  Gasping, I reposition us and plant my hands on his chest, riding him hard. He holds my hips, grinding me against him. I come again, leaning forward with my breasts in Logan’s face. His fingers press into my skin as he comes, bucking his hips up. I feel his cock pulsing, filling me.

  I collapse onto Logan, hands trembling as I gulp in air. Gently, Logan moves us, pulling out and spooning his body around mine.

  “No one has ever made me come that way before either,” I confess as Logan pulls the sheet over us.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” He pulls me close.

  I smile, snuggling a little close to Logan.

  He is good.

  We are good.

  Good friends…and even better lovers.

  Chapter 22

  Danielle

  I roll over, stretching my arms out. In his sleep, Logan reaches for me, and I move back into his embrace, nuzzling against his chest. Muted sunlight streams through the open balcony doors. My hair is a tangled mess around my face. I’m thirsty and have to pee, but I’ve never been more comfortable than I am right now, lying under twisted sheets with Logan.

  It’s like our bodies were meant to be together.

  My heart is so full, and for the first time in my life, things feel like they’re going exactly the way they’re supposed to. That all the things I thought were mistakes were actually mile markers. The road was twisted, uphill, and slippery most of the way, but it led to me being exactly where I’m supposed to be.

  Right here with Logan.

  My best friend.

  And the man I love.

  Grumbling to myself, I tear away from Logan’s arms and get up, stumbling to the bathroom to pee and get a drink. Then I fall back onto the mattress, and Logan spoons his body around mine. I’d only slept maybe an hour before waking up, and I roll over, pushing Logan down onto the mattress.

  I’m so fucking tired, but I can’t help the desire that’s taking me over. The warmth starts between my legs, wetting my pussy. It spreads upward through my stomach, filling me with the need to have Logan’s tongue…fingers…cock…preferably all three, on me.

  In me.

  “Are you awake?” I whisper, hooking my leg over Logan’s.

  “Yeah,” he mumbles. “You…you okay?”

  “I want you.” That gets his attention. “But if you’re too tired for a quickie, I understand.”

  “I will never be too tired for you, Danielle.” He pulls me onto him and runs his hands up the back of my thighs, squeezing my butt cheeks. It’s like now that we started, we can’t stop even though we both know we should sleep.

  But I’m hot and wet and need this.

  So does Logan.

  He flips me over, and puts his hand between my thighs, slowly raking his fingers over my skin. I groan and widen my legs.

  “You’re not very patient, are you?” Logan growls and sweeps his fingers up over my clit. I open my mouth to tell him I’ve been patient, that I’ve wanted this since pretty much the first time I saw him. But all that comes out is a moan, and he pushes one of his long fingers inside me.

  I’m lying on my back with Logan at my side. I’m not really at a good angle to reach out and stroke him at the same time, and knowing how good he’s going to give it to me is making me a selfish lover already.

  My body revs up with anticipation, and he goes back and forth from rubbing my G-spot to my clit, getting me worked up hard and fast. The orgasm is building up in me, and my breath hitches in my chest. I bring one hand up, digging my fingers into Logan’s arm as I come, pussy spasming around his fingers.

  Ears ringing, I feebly pull him to me, spreading my legs and welcoming him in between. He kisses my neck, having already figured out what being kissed in that spot does to me. I wrap my arms around his muscular torso right as he pushes inside, driving his cock in and out of me slowly at first before he picks up the pace. He’s at the perfect angle, and I’m already so fucking turned on. Another orgasm rolls through me, and feeling my pussy tighten around his cock sends Logan over the edge.

  He pushes in balls deep as he comes, letting his head drop and rest against mine. We’re both panting, and my heart is racing. Butterflies are still flapping around in my stomach, and I don’t want this feeling to ever go away.

  “I came inside you,” Logan breathes, slowly pulling out. “A few times now. I, uh, didn’t even think about it.”

  “I make you get carried away, I know. I would say it’s a curse if it didn’t benefit me just as much.”

  “That sounds like a good problem to have,” Logan laughs and reaches over for the box of tissues on the nightstand, pulling a few out and handing them to me.

  “I know, right? But yeah…about that. I’m on the pill. I have been since I was like fourteen. Painful periods.”

  “Oh, right. I remember you mentioning that now. In detail.”

  “You’re my best friend. You get the nitty gritty of my life.” Smiling, I get out of bed as gracefully as I can for someone who’s trying to discretely wipe themselves clean. I clean myself up and get back into bed, falling right into Logan’s arms. A warm breeze blows through the open door, and Logan’s strong arms wrap tight around me.

  Life is perfect.

  * * *

  “Danielle.”

  “Hmmm,” I grumble. It’s physically impossible for me to open my eyes right now. I can feel sunligh
t streaming through the windows and door. If I weren’t half asleep, I’d get up and close the blinds.

  “Dani.” Logan’s lips brush over my ear as he speaks. It’s not fair for him to turn me on this much while I’m exhausted. “Your alarm has been going off. I hit snooze twice for you already.”

  His words should shock me, but I’m way too tired to care right now. I’m just too comfy in his arms, snuggled under soft sheets. If I thought the waterfalls were paradise, I was sadly mistaken. This is paradise, right here, naked and half asleep, in Logan’s arms.

  “Danielle,” he repeats, gently tucking my hair out of my face. “Today is your sister’s wedding. It’s nine-thirty already.”

  This time his words do shock me. “Fuck.” I sit up, eyes flying open.

  “I take it I shouldn’t have hit snooze?”

  “It’s not your fault.” I rub my forehead, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep in Logan’s embrace. “I have a salon appointment at ten.”

  “You have time still.” He snakes an arm around me. “And we both know I don’t need much time to make you come so hard you leave a puddle on the sheets.”

  “Dammit, Logan,” I groan and flop back onto the mattress. My stomach gets all fluttery and my core quivers, begging me to lie back and let him pleasure me. “I have to shower and shave and then try to dry my hair before getting to the salon.”

  He’s already moved over the top of me. And his cock is hard. The tip gleaming with pre-cum. Fuck. Biting my lip, I close my eyes and reach down, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. I bring the tip against my clit and slowly circle my hips.

  We’re making up for lost time, that’s for sure. I’ve never had this much sex in this short a time in my entire life.

  “You are so fucking hot,” Logan groans, burying his face in my neck. He kisses my skin, and my own eyes flutter shut. I arch my hips and slowly start moving them in small circles.

  My breath comes out in a huff, and Logan moves to the side, reaching down and finishing what I started. I come against his fingers, writhing in pleasure on the mattress. My pussy is still spasming when he climbs back on top and pushes that big dick inside of me.