Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Logan hadn’t planned to kiss her. That was his first thought the second his mouth pressed against hers. Her silence on the ride home had bothered him because Lacy was never quiet.
She’d been flirting on the dance floor. At first he’d assumed she was tipsy and feeling playful. So he’d given her a dose of her own medicine, teasing her back.
Then he realized she was relatively sober, and her touches took on a much different meaning.
It had been no secret that Lacy’d always had a crush on him. That idea had been cute when they were younger. He was eight years older than her and she’d only been a kid. Her doe-eyed devotion had fed his teenage pride, but that was all it had done.
Once she had grown up, she’d started looking in a different direction.
She’d had a couple of serious boyfriends and she didn’t seem to lack for dates.
Whenever they ran into each other, they were cordial, friendly, and Logan had worked damn hard to make sure it was nothing else.
He hadn’t always succeeded, but for the most part, he’d kept his thoughts pure.
Sort of.
Somewhat.
He assumed Lacy had given up the crush after he’d gotten into a serious relationship and she’d lost interest. She had begun to simply view him as Evan’s best friend, another brother figure, which was fine by him. It had helped him keep his hands off her this past year.
Because she was definitely off-limits.
For one thing, his needs would probably scare sweet Lacy Sparks spitless if he ever revealed them.
And secondly, Evan would cut off his cock and feed it to him for breakfast if he touched her, because his best friend knew perfectly well all the things Logan liked to do with—and to—women in the bedroom.
And they weren’t things you did with your best friend’s kid sister.
Hell, he’d spent the first couple hours of tonight drinking a beer in his workshop with Tyson, Evan, Jack, and Walt, telling the men why he was finished with sweet, nice women, why he would never be happy in another vanilla relationship like the passionless existence he’d escaped with Jane.
He had probably gone into too much detail, talking about all the things he’d do to the next lover he took to bed.
The thing was…all four men were likeminded guys—dominant lovers with a penchant for kink.
However, none of them held a candle to Logan.
Which was why they’d all been so surprised when he had eschewed that lifestyle and remained with Jane.
So when Lacy had opened her mouth to say goodbye, Logan should have let her. Instead, he reacted without thinking. Because he didn’t want to let her go. Not yet.
He expected her to shove him away, to give him shit for the kiss, but she did neither. Instead, her arms tightened around his neck and her hands found his hair again. Lacy touched him like he mattered, like she wanted him. It was a heady, horny experience.
He twisted her body toward him while keeping his lips on hers.
Lacy followed the direction, lifting and parting her legs as he tugged her onto his lap.
Thank God he’d kept his old truck rather that opting for the new one with the bucket seats.
The wide bench seat allowed him to drag her closer as she straddled his legs and press his dick against her.
He could feel the heat radiating from her even through the thick denim of his jeans. His cock was so hard it hurt. Logan raced through his memories, searching for a time when he’d wanted a woman this much.
The truth hit him like a two-by-four between the eyes. He’d never wanted anyone—not even Jane—as badly as he wanted Lacy right now.
“Want you,” he said when she turned her face slightly, seeking air. He couldn’t stop kissing her, so he ran his lips along her neck.
“Yes,” she whispered.
The windows of the truck had fogged up, shielding them from the outside world, but that didn’t change the fact they were still parked on the city street.
Of course, this was Maris and it was three a.m. Most of Lacy’s neighbors had no doubt turned in hours ago.
He considered inviting himself up to her place, but realized he’d never make it that far.
So it was happening here.
Decision made, he rucked the miniskirt that had been riding high around her thighs to her waist.
Then he reached down and bit back a groan as he tugged her panties to one side and ran his fingers over her slit.
She was hot and wet. She jerked when he ventured lower and thrust two fingers inside her pussy.
Her body clenched around them tightly. Jesus.
She was already close to coming. He wanted to see that. Wanted to watch her face.
But he needed to slow this party down or it would be over before it ever started.
Logan put a few inches between them, pulling his fingers out.
Lacy frowned and shook her head. “Don’t—”
“Shh. Lift your shirt, Lace.”
With clumsy, shaking fingers, she managed to tug the hem above her breasts. He’d had a hard time keeping his eyes above her neck all night. Somehow he had found a way. It probably helped that her overprotective brother and Tyson had been at the table.
Now, he took time to enjoy the feast. Logan had known Lacy her entire life, so he knew down to the day when she’d gotten boobs.
However, back then, she’d been a kid while he had been a man, and the only thing he’d done with the knowledge that she was filling out was tease the fuck out of Evan with it, claiming he’d have to beat the boys away with a stick.
Logan shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be staring at Lacy’s tits like a starving man eyeing a steak.
But he couldn’t look away. He reached out and tugged her silky bra down, cupping the bottom of her breasts to push them out and over the material.
The second her pink nipples appeared, all bets were off.
He lowered his head, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. Lacy’s hands found his hair once more, and she used her grip to hold him in place. The effort was wasted. He wasn’t going anywhere. He increased the suction, taking it to that place right on the borderline between pleasure and pain.
He was just about to ease off when Lacy groaned. “Harder.”
Logan struggled with the request. He didn’t want to hurt her, scare her. Rather than give in, he cupped her other breast with his hand, squeezing the generous flesh. She fidgeted on his lap, seeking relief as she tried to press her crotch against his.
He lifted his head, forced himself to look at her. This was Lacy. She didn’t deserve for him to give her false hope or the impression that this would lead somewhere. Nothing could come from this because he couldn’t be the kind of man she wanted, that she deserved.
What the fuck was he doing?
She didn’t appear to notice his hesitance. Instead, she covered his hand on her breast and peered at him with sultry fuck-me eyes. “Pinch my nipple,” she whispered.
His thumb and forefinger were there before his brain could engage. He applied pressure as he studied her face. Lacy never looked away as her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, not with embarrassment, but with longing.
Once again, he held back. It went against everything in his nature to stop, but he had to.
He had sworn he wouldn’t settle for another vanilla relationship.
Wouldn’t hide his dominant urges, his need for control.
Lacy wasn’t the woman he needed. She was sweet and loving.
The kind of girl a man married. Not the kind you tied to your bed and fucked like a two-bit hooker.
“Please.” Lacy bit her lip, her tone rife with frustration. “I need…I need…”
A light went on inside his brain. He increased the pressure and pinched her nipple hard.
He was rewarded by her loud moan as Lacy threw her head back in absolute bliss. She was responding to the pain.
Logan’s cock thickened even more and he found it difficult to suck in a deep breath.
Fuck him.
This was bad. Really bad.
He needed to call a halt, to get out of here before he lost the battle.
Unfortunately, Lacy’s actions sealed her fate. And his.
She reached down to stroke her clit, two of her fingers sliding into her own body. The damn woman intended to give herself an orgasm.
Hell no.
The Dom inside came roaring to the forefront. His women were not responsible for finding their own pleasure. Not unless he told them to so he could watch.
He gripped her wrist firmly, stopping her actions.
Lacy tried to shrug him off. She was too close and out of her mind with need to understand what she was doing.
“Stop, Lacy. Now!”
Her entire body froze as his deep-voiced command came out too forcefully, too loud.
“Logan—”
“Hush. I know what you need.”
He leaned back slightly to watch her as he shoved three fingers between her legs.
She blinked rapidly, gasping loudly. Her hips thrust in time to the rhythm of his fingers. Lacy wasn’t shy about taking what she needed. He liked that.
The last year they were together, Jane had become passive in bed, non-responsive. Half the time, he never had a clue if she loved what he was doing or hated it.
He pushed the thought of his ex out of his mind. Fuck that. There was no place for Jane here.
Lacy continued to gyrate, moving faster. “God, yes,” she groaned. “Harder. Do it harder.”
Logan had been worried about hurting her, but her request set that concern to rest. He moved his fingers deeper. She was so fucking tight. He couldn’t wait to get his cock inside her.
But first…
He rubbed her clit with his thumb and Lacy started to scream.
Logan gripped the back of her head and covered her mouth with his, capturing the sound.
The last thing he needed was for someone to call the cops.
He could see it now. Evan roaring down the street in his patrol car with the lights flashing and siren blasting only to discover his best friend with his fingers buried deep inside his little sister.