Chapter 11
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
Logan
Something came over me.
Maybe it was the way my angel looked at me from across the room.
It was a mixture of trepidation and a little confusion.
I don’t miss the fact that I seem to know a lot of her damn facial expressions, as well as her mood.
She didn’t look impressed, looking away first while saying something to the girls.
I’ve been an ass, but I also never professed to be a saint.
But seeing her disappear down the hallway on her own and have some of the single guys watching her sparked something inside me.
I want them to know she’s off limits. That she is mine.
Well, maybe not in the regular sense, but I’ve been going over this in my head for far too long already. It was time to take action.
I drag her into the office behind us and kick the door shut. She doesn’t struggle.
“Have you missed me?”
She makes a sound like one would when they’re about to say something smart. “Am I talking to the same Logan Dawson from this morning in the cafe?”
“Yeah, I’m not a mornin’ person.” I push up against her body, my dick pressing against the top of her ass. If I’m not mistaken, a small moan leaves her lips. “You look so fuckin’ sexy in that damn skirt.”
She pushes her ass back against me. “You’re an ass.”
“I deserve that.”
“I know we’re not a thing, but what a way to keep a girl on the edge.”
“Oh, I plan on keepin’ you on the edge alright,” I mutter.
“Here I was thinking I was losing my magic touch.” She barely gets the words out when I shift back. Her body follows and I only do that so I can cup her tits. “Fuck, Logan.”
“You wanna be fucked here, baby doll? Against the door.”
“Shit.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“The girls will be expecting me?—”
I squeeze her tits and she pushes back against me. “Don’t worry about them. You seem a little stressed.”
“I had a bad day.”
I pull her blouse out from the front of her skirt and yank her bra down. My need for her is only growing that much stronger by the second. “So take it out on my body if you want, or do you want me to take it out on yours?”
“Fuck me,” she pleads. “Right here, like this.”
I lean closer to her ear. “Such a dirty girl.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, I just need dick.”
“Not just any dick, my dick,” I correct.
“Yes, yours.”
I pluck her nipples and she squirms. Man, she feels fucking fantastic. I leave my ministrations to yank her skirt up, and her pantyhose and underwear down.
“That reminds me,” she whispers. “I’m missing my panties from the other night.”
Ah, yes. The panties I’ve been using to jerk myself off since we slept together. I am fucking unbelievable.
“Maybe you should be more careful with where you leave your underwear,” I mutter.
“Ass.”
I undo my belt, unzip my jeans, and yank them and my underwear down. Payden has helpfully undone her blouse, so while one hand sheaths my dick, the other cups one breast. I rub my tip through her soaking pussy and groan. “Someone’s needy.”
“Fuck you.”
“Beg me for my cock and you might just get it.”
“I don’t beg.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
I nudge her clit with my tip and she leans back against my shoulder. “Even now?”
“Fuck you, Logan.”
I grin against her neck, sucking on the bare flesh. I want her marked. I want people to ask who gave her it, and I want this needy little pussy.
I line up, then jut my hips forward and I’m seated all the way inside her. She jolts forward with a strangled sound and I go place my hands over her tits as she braces herself against the door.
I pull out, then slam back in. “Such a tight cunt,” I growl. “You keepin’ this from me?”
“N-no, but it’s considered rude to leave it two whole days before you make a move.”
“What if I wanted you beggin’ for it?”
“I told you, I don’t beg… Oh, fuck.”
I work my dick in and out, not letting up as I pinch her nipples and she moans like my own goddamn personal whore. She’s so much more than that, but I’m not gonna tell her. I want her coming on my dick over and over until I’m finally ready to release inside her again.
“I’ve missed this sweet pussy,” I grunt. “Need you back at mine so we can fuck on my bar.”
“Your own private little fantasy?” she teases.
“Somethin’ like that.”
“Logan…” she moans, and I bite down on her neck. She comes, ramming her hips back onto my cock as I try not to lose control. Payden is making that extremely difficult because it feels so damn good.
“Thought you didn’t beg,” I tease, giving it to her as her groans go on, and on, and on.
“I don-don’t…”
I slow the pace, slamming in as she jolts, that perfect little ass pressing back against me.
“You feel so good.”
“Harder,” she tells me. “Harder, Logan.”
I comply. After all, I aim to please. “I’ll give you what you want if you come home with me.”
“Isn’t one fuck against the door enough for you?”
I grunt a laugh. “I think you know the answer to that, Angel.”
“F-fine, just, please, I need it…”
I grin. She begged, and I can’t get enough of it.
I pick up the pace, slamming in and out as heat rises up my body, pulling my balls tight, and then she’s coming again. Her tight, wet cunt clenches my dick like a vice and I can’t hold on anymore. I still, spilling into her as she drains every last drop in long, hearty pants.
My name on her lips has me seeing stars. I’ve never come as hard as I do when I’m with her.
“You’re comin’ home with me,” I tell her.
“W-what about Dozer?”
“He’s home, waitin’.”
I kiss where I bit her on the neck. “Make an excuse to the girls, then meet me out front.”
“But I have a drink waiting.”
“Fine. I’ll drag you out of the clubhouse if you prefer?”
“Five minutes,” she says, still catching her breath. “I have to put myself back together.”
I grin again like the sick bastard I am. “I wouldn’t go to too much effort, princess. We’re about to get really fuckin’ messy.”
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Payden on the back of my motorcycle. I also never imagined I’d really get to fuck her on my bar, but that’s exactly where we’ve found ourselves. Leaving her car at the clubhouse, she was more than willing to climb aboard.
She dropped to her knees behind the bar and sucked me off, and now we’re going for it against the beer taps. I like her like this: dishevelled with her hair unkempt, lipstick wiped off, her eyes hooded and her lips pouty. I want to kiss her so bad, but that would be breaking all my rules.
I’d love her completely naked, but time didn’t permit.
The second we got inside, we were all hands, pulling some of our clothes off, but not all.
I hoisted her up onto the bar after I pulled her off her knees, and sucked her nipples, fucking her with my fingers until she was screaming my name to the entire city of New Orleans. This is how I fucking like my girl.
Needy.
Panting.
On fucking fire for my dick.
Her tits jiggling on every thrust has me gritting my teeth.
The way she holds her body upright with her hands splayed against the bar beneath her has my mouth lowering to suck her nipple as she throws her head back.
Payden is just as needy as me, it seems, and I’m glad.
I didn’t mean to be a dick, but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure she even wanted me again, and that whole chicks being needy thing had me acting like a jerk.
What I need is her. This might just be sex, but it feels so damn good.
“Right there, oh, don’t stop,” she cries as I ram her in and out, rolling my hips as she juts that chest out even farther toward me. I cup her tit, squeezing it as she gasps.
“These perfect titties are mine, you got me?”
“Y-yes.”
She’ll fucking agree to anything when I’m inside her.
“So fuckin’ perfect.” I slap the other, then replace the sting with my mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” she groans.
“You like these needy tits bein’ played with, Angel?”
“Fuck yes.”
She tightens her legs around my waist and I suck harder. I feel it when her pussy contracts, sending her into another spiral as she shouts out my name.
This woman is gonna give me a goddamn heart attack. But what I need is her riding me while I lay down. That is my fucking fantasy.
I pull out and chuckle when she groans her annoyance. I hop up next to her, then pull her over my lap. “Ride me, baby, ride this big dick.”
Her eyes widen in slight surprise, but she complies, unclipping her bra as she drops it on the floor.
Her skirt is still rucked up around her waist, but that’s all she has on.
I manage to kick my boots off, then tug my jeans down, and my shirt vanishes over my head.
I love it when Payden forcefully undresses me.
And then she’s sinking down as I hold her hips. We’re both watching where we’re joined, both have hooded eyes because this pleasure feels so good it’s gotta be sinful.
“Ever think you’d be ridin’ me like this?” I mutter when I lift her hips, then she slams back down on me.
“Never,” she admits. “But I like it.”
With my back on the hardwood, I ignore the pain. The theory was hot, but the reality ain’t all that comfy. However, I’m distracted by my girl as she rides me with a ferocity that matches mine.
Up and down. Up and down. Fuck yeah.
Her hands press against my chest as she bounces down, every single movement has my balls tightening and it’s as if I can’t get enough of this woman.
“Logan,” she moans.
“You can take it.”
“So good,” she murmurs, and I love how uneven her breath is. How she can’t make sense of her own words, and how her body moves in the dull light. She is perfect. I could watch her forever.
“Seems a pity to replace this bar now,” I say. “Might have to snag it as a keepsake.”
She grinds down, ignoring me, chasing her orgasm, and I love it. I love how she takes what’s rightfully hers, and my body is more than willing to give it.
“Logan, I’m coming,” she cries. “Oh, god…”
I ram up, pistoning my hips with newfound energy. This woman has me spent, but my orgasm is also calling.
“Payden,” I moan, and we’re both climaxing at the same time as her head falls back, and I still.
We’re both a panting, frantic, sticky mess, and it’s perfect.
“Holy shit,” she mumbles, falling down against my chest. She’s panting just as much as me.
“You keep me young.”
“You know the entire club knows what we’re doing,” she says out of nowhere.
“Who cares?”
“Your brothers are gonna be asking.”
“So let them ask. They can fuck off. I don’t discuss my private life with them.”
She moves up to look at me. “Had many women to explain?”
I shift my hips, making her jolt. “Hilarious. They’re not my keepers.”
“I know, but this isn’t a thing.”
“I don’t know, it could be a thing.”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Us,” I say. “Sex. We’re both attracted to one another.”
“No strings?”
I shake my head. “Only one stipulation, though.”
She sighs. “Of course there is.”
I lean up, close to her lips, but not touching. “It’s just me.”
“Whoa, big guy, you’re moving into exclusive territory. Let’s not get crazy, unless you mean both of us.”
Now it’s my turn to frown. “Both of us?”
“Yes. If we’re fucking, it’s just me and you. Nobody else in between.”
“Well, duh.”
“I know how you bikers like to have your cake and eat it, too.”
“Not me. I like one cupcake at a time.”
“Funny.”
“I love that we can have a serious conversation while I’m still inside you and you have my cum drippin’ out of you.”
“That’s another thing: no sleepovers.”
“Huh?”
“Too intimate. You might go getting the wrong idea.”
I bump her with my hips. “Well, I ain’t the love ’em and leave ’em type.”
“Really?” she purses her lips for a second. “Could’ve fooled me.”
A slow smile creeps on my face. “At least come upstairs to see Dozer and shower.”
Her face instantly softens at hearing Dozer. “Fine, but no funny business.” Even she can’t keep a straight face.
I hold two fingers up to my temple. “Scout’s honor.”
She narrows her pretty eyes again. “Were you ever a scout?”
“Nah. I don’t like rules.”
She swats me with one hand and I hope this isn’t the last time I’m inside her tonight.