“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.
He wouldn’t have to worry about being arrested. Evan would simply pull out his gun and shoot him.
Lacy was the one to break the kiss as her orgasm began to wane. She panted, her eyes resting on his face unseeingly. He wasn’t sure where her climax had taken her, but she wasn’t back yet.
It gave him some time to consider what had just happened. He’d just finger-fucked Lacy to an orgasm. And he hadn’t been gentle about it.
This was Evan’s little sister. Not only did the promise they’d made to each other all those years ago hover in the air like a swarm of killer bees, but so did the fact that Evan knew him, knew what he liked in the bedroom too well. He’d never approve of this.
He shouldn’t do this.
No. He couldn’t do this.
He slowly dragged his fingers out of her, her pussy walls fluttering against them. She would feel like heaven on his dick. They sat in silence for a few moments as he gave her time to recover. And himself time to figure out how to end this without hurting her feelings.
“Lacy—”
She shook her head and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “No. Don’t say it. We both know the reasons we shouldn’t do this. There’s no need to list them.”
“I shouldn’t have started it. Shouldn’t have kissed you like that.”
Lacy grinned and gave him a friendly shrug. “You don’t really expect me to complain, do you? I’m still sort of flying high from that orgasm.”
He chuckled. Leave it to Lacy to take what should have been a damn awkward situation and make it funny.
“My relationship with Jane…it ended badly.”
“Okay.” The word belied the tone. Lacy didn’t understand. “So…the timing is bad?”
He shook his head. He was over Jane before she’d pulled away from the curb. Maybe he should feel guilty about that, but she hadn’t shed any tears either. As far as breakups went, theirs had been as lackluster as the last year of the relationship. If anything, she’d fucked up his head more than his heart.
“No. Not really. After she left, I took some time to reevaluate my life, my priorities. To decide what I want and need.”
Jane was everything he’d always thought he wanted in a woman. Sophisticated, stylish, elegant, educated. She wasn’t from Maris. She was big city. Prep school. And a far cry from every woman in town.
Evan claimed Logan had been attracted to her because she reminded him of Yvette. Yvette had been the first woman to expose his penchant for BDSM. While their affections hadn’t been engaged, their sexual attraction had been off the charts. Yvette and Jane had many similar attributes and, looking back, Logan figured his friend had probably been right. He probably had homed in on Jane and thought she was the complete package. Sexual attraction and love. He thought he’d found both in her.
Jane was an artist, a sculptor, and they’d spent hours together following their creative endeavors and sharing their love for the work. She had been attentive, intellectual, interesting. He’d fallen for her hard.
However, the chemistry they shared initially had morphed into something much less chemical—although it was certainly toxic—over the years. He had believed her the perfect submissive to his dominant tendencies because in the beginning, she had let him believe that she shared the same interests.
As more time passed, Jane began to balk at his sexual requests until finally, at the end, she acted as if he were a monster anytime he suggested bondage or a sensual spanking or wax play. That was when he’d discovered she had started a long-distance, online flirtation with an old boyfriend. Apparently, the guy convinced her BDSM was something enjoyed by sociopaths, so she packed her bags.