“I may not be able to keep your stomach full, but I can keep your balls empty.” Her lips turn up in a catlike smile. “So, what are you waiting for?”
“Fuck it.” I rise from the table and take two steps to reach her side before lifting her off her chair.
I don’t need directions to a bedroom in this house, so I head up the stairs with Banner’s legs wrapped around my hips and her lips on my jaw.
When I get to the room Holly used as a kid, I lower Banner to her feet. She wastes no time going for my belt and pulling out my dick, only pausing when I pull her shirt up and over her head.
“Fuck, I missed your tits.”
“I missed your cock.”
A thought strikes me. “You better not be doing this because you’re drunk.”
“Shut up, Logan. It was one screwdriver. At this point, you have to know I’d fuck you sober.”
I wrap a hand around the back of her head and force her gaze to mine. “Goddamned right you will.”
Chapter 24
Banner
Logan crushes his mouth to mine as I palm his cock, and his groan vibrates against my lips. When I’m done with him, he’s never going to forget tonight. And every time he thinks about one of those women making him dinner, he’s going to remember how he got off after cooking for me.
I hate the jealousy that leaches into me like acid, but I can’t help it. I’ve got something to prove. Maybe I’m only the good-time girl, but at least I know I’m fucking great at it.
I pull my lips away from his, and he tugs the shirt over his head. Trailing my tongue down his defined pecs and abs, I jack his cock the entire time. Logan’s hand finally covers mine when I hit my knees.
Together, we stroke him to the edge of orgasm as I tease the head with my tongue and lips. I cup his balls in my free hand, and his growl of pleasure fills the room right before his balls pulse, and I swallow every single drop.
Logan’s eyes open and he stares down at me on my knees. “Jesus Christ, woman. You’re fucking dangerous.”
“We’re not even close to done.”
If sex is all we’re going to have between us, then I’m going to make sure it’s the best he’s ever had.
“Give me a minute, and you’re right—we’re not done.”
Before I realize what’s happening, Logan has me on my knees on the bed, gripping the headboard behind me as I ride his face. His tongue lashes against my clit until I’m screaming his name and pressing hard against his lips.
He doesn’t wait for my orgasm to subside before repositioning me on my hands and knees. I hear the tear of a wrapper before he pushes into me from behind.
I’ll never admit it to him, but I love how he doesn’t ask me what I want, and instead just gives me what I need.
“You’re not done yet,” he says. “You’re gonna keep coming for me. You think I only want to hear you scream my name once? No fucking way. I want it again and again.”
Logan’s hand slides around my hip to cover my clit as he thrusts into me over and over. When he hits my G-spot perfectly and increases the pressure, I lose it. I’m a puddle on the bed by the time Logan yells out his own climax and collapses beside me.
Sleep pulls me under before I can even roll over.
Chapter 25
Banner
Bright, blinding sunlight pierces my eyes and drags me out of sleep. I groan and try to roll over, but I’m pinned in the smallest bed I’ve ever slept in.
What the hell?
Last night comes back in a rush. I’m in Gold Haven, Kentucky, in Holly’s gran’s house, and Logan Brantley’s cock is pressed against my ass.