“To get you laid?” Max frowned.
“To get us all laid,” Steve said.
“Max does get the ladies hot and bothered,” Dare said.
“You all get the ladies hot and bothered,” Reagan said. “Frankly, I don’t see the appeal.”
Knowing she was teasing, Logan grabbed her thigh just above her knee and squeezed repeatedly until she was thrashing about in the booth and laughing. “Reagan lies,” he said. “She’s totally boy crazy.”
“I totally see the appeal,” Toni said.
“Are you hot and bothered, Toni?” Max said near her ear.
She stared at Logan as she said, “You have no idea.”
Seven
Toni tried not to geek-out in the limo, but it wasn’t easy to play it cool. Especially since Logan had taken the seat next to her and she could feel his body heat from knee to shoulder. Every time he moved, his scent engulfed her and it was all she could do to keep herself from burying her nose in that tight blue T-shirt and inhaling his subtle cologne like a cocaine addict.
She’d gotten lots of great material for her book at breakfast. She hoped she’d be able to share some of Exodus End’s earliest songs as part of the introduction. She was already thinking of ways to connect the MP3s to the stories of the band’s inception. Maybe different songs could play in the background as a reader made their way through the book. She wasn’t sure if using their recorded music was possible. Their record label probably held the rights to all the band’s songs tightly within its grip.
“Toni?” Logan’s voice caressed the back of her neck. The sensation snaked down her spine and made her nipples tingle. That morning she had purposely chosen to wear a thick button-down blouse that didn’t hug her breasts. Not because she didn’t want to attract the man’s attention, but because her nipples were like beacons every time he was near and it was embarrassing.
“Yeah?” she asked, looking up into his blue eyes.
“Nothing,” he whispered. “I just wanted to say your name.”
Her breath caught.
Okay, she needed this man in a bad way. She didn’t care if he was playing her. Didn’t care if he had only one thing on his mind. Didn’t care if he never wanted a relationship. She could deal with all of that when the time came. What she couldn’t deal with was the thought of never again feeling his warmth against her naked skin or his thick cock driving into her body.
“Logan?” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
She glanced around to make sure no one was listening. The rest of the band members were talking about football, a subject that had never appealed to Toni, but was apparently something that got Reagan amped up. An avid Chargers’ fan, she looked ready to throttle Steve, who claimed to be a Raiders’ fan. Or maybe he was just pretending to get her all riled and animated. They seemed to like her that way.
While everyone’s attention was elsewhere, Toni slid her hand over Logan’s knee to press against the inside of his thigh.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said about my lack of . . . physical education.” She moved her mouth closer to his ear so no one would overhear what she was about to say. “Do you think you could teach me things?”
The muscles beneath her fingertips clenched. “What kind of things?”
“Um, I don’t know. Maybe we could start with . . .” She searched her brain for something that he would probably like if she had any idea what she was doing. “. . . how to suck . . . uh . . . give you a blow job?”
Logan choked and then went into a coughing fit that drew everyone’s attention.
“Are you okay, dude?” Steve asked.
Logan nodded vigorously. “I’m fine,” he sputtered between wheezing breaths. “Choked on my own spit.”
“Smooth,” Steve said with a laugh.
When Logan finally settled, he squeezed Toni’s hand. “Damn, woman,” he said under his breath, “are you trying to kill me?”
She closed her eyes to keep the threatening tears from spilling. “I understand,” she whispered.
“You understand what?”
“That you don’t want anything to do with me.”
He knocked on her skull with his knuckles. “I thought you were supposed to be smart up here.”
She opened her eyes to find him grinning at her. “What do you mean?”
He leaned close and whispered, “I’ll teach you anything you want to know. When would you like to start?”
Now, her body demanded. Unfortunately, her brain didn’t agree with that degree of spontaneity and inhibition. “As soon as we can be alone,” she whispered.
“Do you want to skip the radio interview?”
Yes, her body demanded. Unfortunately her brain realized they both had a job to do and that job didn’t include her learning how to give oral pleasure.
She sighed. “We can’t.”
He echoed her sigh. “You’re right. After the interview we have to travel to the venue for tonight’s performance. Once we get there, there’ll be sound check, then a meet and greet, dinner, and then the show followed by the after-party. Maybe I can call in sick. The band doesn’t really need a bassist. We’re highly overrated.”
She chuckled at his willingness to teach her. She was starting to believe she’d had an excellent idea. After he taught her how to please him with her mouth, she could request additional tutorials. Then maybe when they parted, she could find a boyfriend. Though she’d really like to be Logan’s girl, she knew he’d lose interest in her pretty quickly. And that was understandable. They were from completely different worlds. And she wasn’t exactly the kind of woman who rock stars dated. Or judging from past experience, the kind of girl who anyone dated.
“Are you laughing at me?” he asked.
She tried to stop grinning like a fool, but couldn’t help it. “Nope. I’m just glad you agreed to this.”
Now he was the one laughing. “Yeah, teaching you to suck my dick is such a hardship.” He stroked her hair from her face with one hand and kissed her temple. She smiled in bliss until she noticed everyone was now staring at them. Dare in particular looked pissed.
Reluctantly she tugged away from Logan and sat with her hands in her lap. Her behavior obviously disturbed them all. She wouldn’t want to do something to get herself booted from their entourage. She was here to work, after all, not get involved with their bass player.
“How do you guys do all this day after day?” Toni asked. “You must be exhausted.”
“We run on pure adrenaline,” Dare said. “That’s why we crash so hard at night.”
“The guys get every fourth day off,” Butch said, as if that was pampering them.
“And I will not be moving from my hotel bed for a full twenty-four hours,” Logan said. He leaned closer to Toni and whispered, “I hope you’ll join me.”
She flushed. She couldn’t help it. She would very much like to spend twenty-four hours in bed with him but couldn’t fathom what they could possibly do to entertain themselves for that long. Watch TV? Maybe he had some ideas.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“That I wouldn’t know what to do with you for twenty-four hours.”
He grinned devilishly. “I need far more than twenty-four hours to do all the things I want to do with you.”
His lips brushed the side of her neck, and she sucked in a shaky breath.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “There are so many things I want to show you, Toni. Teach you.”
“Yes,” was the only word she could manage.
“Logan,” Reagan said, “will you give the woman some breathing room? She looks a little overwhelmed.”
Toni wanted to hide under the seat. She hadn’t realized all the limo occupants were staring at them. And here she’d been contemplating ripping off her shirt and clinging to Logan’s thick hair as he sucked her throbbing breasts. She forced her body to move so that there were several inches between them.
Logan scowled at Reagan. “Seriously?
If Trey was here, you’d be all over him.”
“Well, he isn’t, so it’s a nonissue.”
“You’d better get that stiffy under control before we get to the radio station,” Steve advised, shaking his head at Logan’s disgrace.
“I was working on that before Reagan interrupted.”
Toni’s gaze dropped to Logan’s crotch. Oh my, he was hard. She had no idea what possessed her to grab it right there in front of everyone. Logan produced a sound, half groan, half whimper. He covered her bold hand with his and squeezed.
The limo pulled to a halt. The rest of the band scrambled out as if the car was on fire. Had she embarrassed them? She’d certainly embarrassed herself.
Logan was still holding her hand against the hard, thick ridge in his pants when he headed for the door. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he called, yanked the door shut, and locked it.
Turning to Toni, the sole occupant in the limo, he said, “You’re in trouble, lamb.”
Toni swallowed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I just . . . wanted it.”
She ran her hand up and down the length of his penis beneath the denim. She still wanted it.
“You can’t grab it like that and not expect me to fuck you immediately.”
Her mouth went dry and she forced her gaze to his, seeking the daring she hadn’t realized dwelled within her. “Maybe that’s why I grabbed it. So you’d f-fuck me.” She couldn’t believe those words had escaped her mouth. Saying them caused moisture to surge from her suddenly throbbing pussy. The tender soreness there had been distracting her most of the morning, but now something entirely more distracting was building between her thighs.
“Take your panties off.”
She glanced around. The limo was empty and the windows were tinted black. Still . . . “Here?”
“Give them to me.”
She hesitated and then reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her thighs. She handed them to Logan and stared at him with wide eyes.
“Are you wet?”
“I don’t know.”
His hand slid up the inside of her thigh. She tensed.
“Let me,” he said, his voice low and completely in control. She got lost in his gaze and opened her thighs as far as she could in her knee-length skirt.
His hand moved higher. Higher. His fingers brushed her slick folds, and she gasped.
“Yes,” he said. “You are. Tell me that you’re wet.”
“I’m wet, Logan. For you.”
“Damn, what that does to me,” he groaned under his breath. He teased her opening with one fingertip until she was rocking her hips against his hand.
“Oh.” Her pussy clenched, begging to be filled. “Deeper, Logan. Inside.”
His finger slipped inside her a mere inch. He caught her gasp in his mouth as he kissed her deeply. That was the only thing he was doing deeply. She rocked her hips against his hand, urging him to plunge his finger into her.
He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her throat. “You deserve better than this,” he murmured. “You deserve better.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. Please don’t reject me, Logan. Not now. I couldn’t bear it.
“Forgive me, lamb,” he whispered.
Her heart panged unpleasantly. Breath strangled in her throat. Then don’t hurt my feelings. I’ll have nothing to forgive.
He rubbed his lips over her cheek. “Forgive me for not being strong enough to wait. All I can think about is how much I want to bury myself inside this sweet, wet pussy.”
He slipped his finger deep, and she shuddered with bliss. He wanted her. Maybe as much as she wanted him.
“You deserve to be treated with gentleness. And patience.”
“No,” she sputtered. “That’s not what I want.”
He lifted his head to look at her. “It’s not?”
She shook her head. “I like that I turn you on. That you’ve talked me out of my panties and have your finger inside me in the back of a limo. I even like that everyone knows what we’re probably doing in here.”
He stared at her wide-eyed. “You do?”
“Yeah. There’s only one thing I’d prefer over this.”
“What’s that?”
“That you had more than your finger inside me. Please tell me you have a condom with you.”
He grinned crookedly. He reached into his back pocket and produced a condom. He held it between two fingers to display it for her.
“I was hoping I’d need this today.”
“Show me how to put it on you,” she said, shifting on the seat so she could see what she was doing.
He knelt on the floorboard between her feet and reached for his fly.
“Let me,” she said. She really did want to learn how to turn him on. “Is it better if I unbutton these slowly and tease you, or just yank it open and plunge my hand in there as if I can’t wait to hold your hard penis in my hand?”
“Don’t call it that,” he said.
“What?”
“Penis. It sounds too . . . fifth-grade sex-ed.”
“What should I call it?”
“Dick.”
She shook her head. She didn’t like that word much.
“How about cock?”
“Okay,” she said. “Can I grab your hard cock now?” It felt strange to say the word. Strange and liberating. “I want your cock in my hand. In my . . . vagina.”
“Pussy. You want my hard cock deep in your pussy.”
She stepped it up a notch. “In my cunt.” Her face was flaming. Every inch of her on fire with excitement. Who knew being bad could feel so damned good?
He groaned. It was the only encouragement she needed.
Toni unfastened the button at his waist and then jerked the rest of his buttons open and reached in his open fly to free his cock. She held it loosely in both hands and stroked its length reverently.
“Oh. You’re so hard.” She tightened her grip and stroked him again.
He sucked a breath through his teeth.
She looked up at his face. He had one eye closed and his mouth open. She couldn’t tell if she was hurting him or annoying him or if he liked it.
“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked. “Show me.”
“You’re doing it perfectly,” he said. “I need you to stop, though, because I’m about to come. I’m not sure what it is about you that gets me so worked up so quickly. But just hearing you say the word cunt has me ready to nut all over your pretty face.”
She smiled. Her ability to excite him so thoroughly gave her an odd sense of empowerment. “Will you show me how to put the condom on you? I want you inside me now.” She paused and looked up at him uncertainly. “If that’s okay.”
“It’s definitely okay.”
He showed her how to tear open the package, slip the condom over his cockhead, pinch a reservoir at the tip, and unroll it down his shaft. When she had it in place, she looked up at him for approval.
“How was that?”
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