Logan (For The Love Of A Good Woman Book 3) Page 4

  I called up Sean to see if he wanted to come with me to the club tonight. I knew he was off and now that his sister’s kidnapper was gone, he wasn’t buried in case files in his free time. It was time he got out and enjoyed life a little. He agreed to meet me there around nine o’clock, so I grabbed dinner and finished some stuff up around the house. I was anxious to get going and I felt like a girl waiting around for a date. I didn’t have a whole lot to do with my night, so I turned on a movie, but honestly, I wasn’t paying attention.

  Finally around eight-thirty, I went to the club and scoped out the place for my mystery girl. I headed to the bar and ordered a beer while I scanned the dance floor. Sean made his way over to me when he walked through the doors. He looked a little out of place here. He listened to country music and I didn’t think disco was his thing, but the point of tonight was to find Sugar and he agreed to be my wingman.

  “Any sign of her yet?”

  “Nope, but it’s still early.”

  “So, what were you doing here last weekend? This isn’t really your kind of hangout?”

  “I know, but I had a client that likes this shit, so I brought her here to have a good time. She found someone halfway through our night, so I decided I should at least find a hookup while I was out.”

  “So what has you coming back looking for this girl?”

  “If you had seen her, you would understand. She had a friend with her that was pretty hot. Maybe they’ll both be here tonight.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. He just rolled his eyes, but I had a feeling he was interested.

  We stood around for another half hour shootin’ the shit while I scanned the club. The moment I saw her, I swear my heart stopped. She stepped into the club in a skin tight red dress and red come-fuck-me shoes. Her hair was down again and when she turned to talk to her friend, her hair brushed over her breasts. Damn, she was even hotter than I remembered. I felt something poking me in the arm and realized that Sean was trying to get my attention.

  “Hello? Are you even listening to me?”

  “She’s here. Just walked through the door. Red dress.”

  “Holy shit. Who’s her friend?”

  “Didn’t catch her name.”

  Her friend was in a matching skin tight black dress and matching shoes. She looked good also, but I only had eyes for my lady in red. They were glancing around the club and when she saw me, she stopped and a big grin spread across her beautiful face. She stalked over to me like a predator going after her prey. I would gladly let her eat me up any time she liked. Her friend was eyeing Sean and I glanced over to see him practically eye fucking her.

  Sugar walked straight up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, then crushed her lips to mine. I was so stunned, it took me a few seconds to respond. My arms wrapped around her back and I kissed her like it was my dying breath. My hand fisted her hair as I devoured her mouth. She tasted sweet and my tongue swiped hers to get every last flavor. She pulled back and her teeth latched onto my lower lip, pulling it out as she broke the kiss. Her hand was skimming up and down the back of my neck as she stared into my eyes. Now that I could see her again up close, I swore I was looking at the ocean. She had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.

  She pulled away from me and dragged me out to the dance floor. I didn’t bother to look back at Sean. He could handle himself and I was pretty sure he would have no problem with the friend. We spent the next hour dancing to disco music. She was quite the dancer, but I already knew that from last weekend. During the fast songs, she shook her ass on the dance floor and a smile was permanently plastered on her face. I could tell that she was really enjoying herself. Not like, yeah this is a good time, but like, this is my music and I love dancing to it. She was a natural. During some of the slower songs, she clung to me and rubbed her body against mine. It felt like we were having sex on the dance floor. She was amazing.

  We headed back to the bar for a drink where Sean and the friend were already getting one. We ordered a few beers and she introduced me to her friend.

  “Logan, this is my friend Vira. Vira, you remember Logan.” She smirked at her friend when she said my name and I had a feeling she had told Vira all about the fun we had last weekend. Vira wrapped her arms through Sean’s as she made introductions.

  “This is Sean. He’s a cop.” She popped the p as she said it and I saw Sugar’s smirk grow. Was she interested in cops? There was a glint in her eyes, but then she wrapped her arm around my waist and my jealousy was replaced with lust. She reached her right hand out to shake Sean’s.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Sean. I’m Cece.”

  Finally a name. I hadn’t even thought to ask her because she had me under her spell the moment she walked in the door. Something niggled at the back of my mind, but I couldn’t figure it out. My brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what it was, but then Cece leaned over and ran her tongue along the shell of my ear and all was forgotten when she whispered in my ear.

  “You wanna get outta here?”

  I could feel her warm breath on my skin and my pants got a little tighter as lust swept through me. I wanted this woman so bad, but I didn’t just want a one night stand with her. If I could get her back to my place and get her to stay the night, I could get a date out of her. She was throwing off all the vibes that she wasn’t interested in more than tonight, but I was determined to change her mind. I looked over at Sean to let him know I was leaving, but he already had Vira wrapped up in his arms.

  “Tell your friend you’re leaving.”

  She smiled at me and walked over to whisper in her friend’s ear. They exchanged a few words and I gave a chin lift to Sean as we turned and walked out of the club. I walked her out to my 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429 in black jade. It was a car that I restored with my father in my early twenties. It was my baby and I took extra special care with her.

  “Nice car.”

  “Thanks.”

  “A 429 Boss. You could get a lot of money for this car. It’s quite rare. Why would you drive it where it could be stolen?”

  “You know your cars.” She raised one eyebrow, like it was a stupid comment. “My dad and I restored it together. He wanted me to have it when we were done, but he told me that what made this car special was that we had worked on it together. He said a car like this was meant to be driven and if I kept it in a garage and never drove it, I wasn’t worthy of owning it.”

  I laughed to myself as I remembered the day Dad and I talked about it. I readily agreed because the car was awesome, but when all was said and done, I didn’t want to drive it. She was a beauty, but eventually I got over it and started taking her out more and more.

  “Well, she’s beautiful. You did a good job restoring her. How did your dad get his hands on it to begin with?”

  “A friend of his worked for Ford and had it sitting in storage. He was going to sell it and my dad talked him into selling it to him.”

  We pulled into my driveway and I got out and opened the door for her. When she stepped out, she didn’t go for modesty. She put one sexy leg out the door and gave me a nice view of her shapely legs. My dick swelled as I thought about those legs wrapped around my waist. I yanked her up against my chest and crushed my mouth to hers. I couldn’t stop kissing this woman. She was so desirable and her kisses ignited a fire inside me.

  I pulled back and grabbed her hand, taking her inside my house. We didn’t even make it to the stairs before she was ripping my shirt off me. I kicked my shoes off and undid my pants, but she was right there with me, yanking them down the moment the zipper was undone. She was down on her knees in front of me, stroking me through my boxers.

  “Shit. Cece, you gotta stop or I’m gonna blow my load right now.”

  She pulled my boxers down and my cock jumped to attention as soon as it was free. She looked up at me through her lashes as she wrapped her lips around my cock. See? Every man’s wet dream. I got harder with every lick of her tongue. It was the sexiest thing in the world to see a woman
down on her knees pleasing me. The feel of her wet mouth around my cock was enough to make me want to come right then and I wanted to savor every inch of her. I hauled her up and kissed her like it was our last time. I spun her around and moved her hair over one shoulder as I slowly lowered the zipper of her dress. Her creamy, soft skin begged to be touched as I lowered the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. I felt her shiver under my touch as I guided the material down her body where it pooled at her feet. She was facing away from me in nothing but a thong and I couldn’t wait to see her in nothing at all.

  I ran my fingers under the thin material of her panties. She pushed her ass back and I felt her cheeks brush against my cock. In one swift move, I yanked the panties from her body, the material shredding in half. I picked her up and started to carry her up the stairs, but her pussy was brushing against me and I had to be inside her. I set her down on the stairs and ran my fingers through her wet folds. She was more than ready for me. I could take my time with her later, but right now, I needed to be inside her.

  “Get inside me. I need you.”

  I swallowed her pleas as my mouth descended on hers. As I slid inside her, I swear stars exploded behind my eyelids. Her warmth wrapped around me and I had to stop so that I didn’t come on the spot. She was amazing. I started thrusting inside her, her nails scratching my back as I pounded into her. There was no being gentle right now. I needed her hard and fast, and luckily that’s what she wanted.

  “Harder. Fuck me harder, Logan.”

  I felt her fingers work into my hair and then she was pulling my hair so hard, it felt like I would have a bald spot. The pain shot straight down to my groin and I found I really liked the sensation. I fucked her harder every time she yanked on my hair. Her other hand raked down my back and I felt her nails scratch my skin.

  “Goddamn, woman. Put away the tiger claws.”

  I picked her up and threw her up against the wall, pounding into that sweet pussy. I felt her back hitting the wall with every thrust. I wrapped my hands around her hair and yanked her head to the side, sucking the delectable skin of her neck into my mouth. She would have my mark all over her by the time I was done with her. Her legs were wrapped tight around me and I felt her squeezing my cock almost to the point of pain. It spurred me on faster and faster. I nibbled along her jaw until I got to those sweet lips. Electricity buzzed through me as I my mouth met hers. Her breaths panting into my mouth as I kissed her. She grabbed my lip with her teeth and bit down hard, drawing blood. I pulled my damaged skin from her mouth and glared at her.

  “What the fuck, woman?”

  I stepped down to carpeted floor and threw her down to her knees. I bent her over and slammed into her pussy from behind with so much intensity I thought my dick might fall off. I brought my hand back and smacked her ass, leaving a handprint behind. I grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked her head back. Leaning over her, I sucked on her neck and whispered in her ear.

  “You want me to fuck you hard and smack your ass?”

  She moaned as her eyes closed. I pulled back and slammed into her again.

  “Answer me. You want me to spank you?”

  “Please…”

  That was all I heard as I reared back and laid another hard smack on her ass. She moaned and my cock twitched inside her. I pulled out of her and spread her legs even wider. I fingered her wet folds and then drew my hand back, spanking her clit as hard as I could.

  “Oh, fuck yes!” I pulled back and spanked her again. She obviously wanted it rough and I was more than happy to oblige. Her right leg swung back and she twisted her body, knocking me to my back on the floor, where she now straddled me reverse cowgirl. She lowered herself on me and started rocking on top of me. Her hands grabbed my balls almost painfully.

  “Careful with the goods, sweetheart.”

  She rode me hard and I felt my balls start to tighten as she played with them. I reached around her and thumbed her clit. She gave my balls an extra hard squeeze, so I grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard. Her pussy squeezed my cock as she came all over me and moments later I followed. She was breathing hard, so I pulled her back against me on the floor. She laid with her back on my chest, her hair splaying all over my face. I ran my hands over her breasts and gave them one final hard smack for good measure. Fuck, this woman was a wildcat.

  I held her to me as my breathing started to return to normal. I ran my hand up and down her stomach, relishing in the feeling of a woman spread out on me. I usually left not too long after sex, so this was really nice. She crawled off me and started gathering her clothes. No way was this woman leaving yet. I was thoroughly exhausted, but a short nap and I would be ready to fuck her again. She was staying the night, even if I had to chain her to the bed.

  I got up and grabbed the clothes from her hand, throwing them to the floor. I bent down and threw her over my shoulder as she yelped.

  “You aren’t leaving yet. I’m not through with you.”

  I climbed the stairs, not surprised at all when I felt her lay a hard slap on my ass. Yep. This girl was definitely made for me.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Cecelia

  Holy shit. Who knew Logan was so amazing in bed. What I experienced downstairs with him was just a preview to what we did upstairs. I liked it rough in bed, but I never would have guessed Logan would also. Based on our first time in the club, I knew he was good, but tonight brought my opinion of him up a few notches.

  We had laid down for a few minutes to recover from our previous sexcapades and Logan had said something about a nap, but my libido took over and soon we were having wild monkey sex again. I have to admit, part of the rough play came from my anger towards him. He was great in bed, but my ‘claws’, as he called them, came out when I allowed myself to think of how different it was this time around with him. I didn’t want to think of how we used to be, so I started clawing and biting to get rid of those images. Funnily enough, he was into it and gave just as good as he got.

  When I started up with him again, he contorted my body in ways that I would be feeling for days. At one point, he restrained my hands and wouldn’t allow me to touch him. I was writhing on the bed while he fucked me mercilessly. I wouldn’t stand for it, though. I was able to get on top of him and I yanked the cord from the lamp out of the wall and tied his wrists to the headboard. That’s where he still is now, asleep.

  I purposely left him tied up. He assumed it was so I could wake him in some kinky fashion, but actually I needed this time to search his house. I needed some information on him if my plan to screw with him would work. I crept downstairs and started in his study. I went through all his drawers, but there was nothing of interest in those. He had filing cabinets, but they were all locked. On his desk, he had a file folder marked VAS. I scanned through it and it looked to be reports, plans, and projections for a new project of his. Vira had told me that he owned a construction company with a friend, so I was assuming this was a new build.

  When I found nothing else of use in his study, I looked through the drawers in the kitchen, but found nothing of use there. I went to the backdoor where the mudroom was and saw he had cabinets above the washer and dryer and inside were small containers. One was labeled spare keys. I snatched it off the shelf and rummaged through the keys. I found a spare key to his house and quickly grabbed it and put the box back. When everything was back in place, I went over to my purse and stashed the key inside.

  I went through his refrigerator and saw that he had a lot of beer, but also mostly health food. I could appreciate that, as I also liked to eat healthy. He had a protein powder for shakes and some granola bars in one cabinet. The others had canned goods and other pantry staples.

  His house was clean and modern and he didn’t have a lot of personal items around. His dvd cabinet was filled with historical movies and action flicks. He had every Fast and Furious movie and I had never seen one. I had no interest in cars and the only reason I knew his was a 429 Boss was because I remembered him telling m
e a long time ago that his dad was looking at it for them to rehab. At the time, I wanted to learn everything about it so I could talk cars with him. Turns out, we broke up before his dad bought it. So now I had a lot of information on one type of car and really didn’t know much else.

  My next stop was his bathroom upstairs. The master bath was attached to his bedroom, so I took my time snooping in there. He used Dove Men’s Care shampoo and body wash. I loved the smell of it and found myself lifting the cap for another sniff. His bathroom was pretty standard for a man. He didn’t have a lot of stuff, just a few extras for when he ran out of what was already open. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. I was about to go back out to the bedroom when I heard the sound of shattering glass. I opened the bedroom door and saw Logan on the bed, struggling with the cord from the lamp that was now on the ground in pieces.

  I sauntered out of the bathroom, pulling his t-shirt over my head and throwing it to the ground. His eyes narrowed in on my breasts and he stopped struggling.

  “I never said it was time to get up. I’m ready for round three.”

  I climbed on top of him and soon we were both moaning with pleasure. I rode him hard and made sure he enjoyed every minute that he was inside me because when I was done, I would be leaving him in a bit of a predicament. While he was catching his breath, I leaned forward and distracted him with my boobs hanging in his face. He thought I was undoing the cord from his wrists, but I was really making sure it was tight enough. When I got up and started pulling my clothes on, he finally realized what was going on.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Untie me now.”

  “I like you all tied up like this. I’m sure you’ll find a way out.”

  “Cece, this isn’t funny. Get your ass over here and untie me.”

  I waved my fingers at him and headed downstairs. I wasn’t actually that mean. I went to the kitchen and then headed back upstairs. I saw a look of relief cross over his face as I approached him. I took the coffee filter and opened it up to make a teepee and then stuck it over his cock.