“He was a good teacher, because you’re kicking my ass,” I confessed. I was glad she was able to tell me something about Ethan without sadness, even if my male pride was slightly wounded. It meant that she was healing, and that gave me hope.
“Well, I haven’t given you much of a chance,” she admitted.
We agreed to start over. This time at least I knew what I was up against. We played a few games and she still kicked my ass, but I did manage to win one. Just as we were finishing up, I saw Declan and Leah headed for our table.
“Hey guys, I think we’re gonna head out.”
“We?” I asked. That was a surprise. Well, not on Declan’s part I guess. He had eyes for Leah all night.
“Yeah. Leah said there’s this old cemetery around here that dates back to the Civil War. I want to sneak in and see it. It might be a great location for us to do a night shoot.”
“That’s the weirdest and creepiest thing I’ve ever heard,” I told him.
I really didn’t know what to say. Should I say no, and try and defend Leah’s honor for Clare? Would she get mad if she found out they slept together? I knew Declan. If she left with him, they’d end up in bed together.
I looked over at Clare, and she was just shaking her head, grinning, looking completely unsurprised. Apparently, I had nothing to worry about.
“Hey Logan, I’m assuming you can get Clare home?” Leah asked, her face full of humor and mischief.
“I can absolutely do that,” I answered quickly, glancing over at Clare as she smiled and bit into her lip.
She looked sexy as hell.
Shit, she still looked drunk.
A smiling Leah gave Clare a little wave and walked off with Declan, who gave me the male equivalent – the head nod. Pulling his baseball cap tight, he lowered his head, wrapped an arm around Leah’s waist, and disappeared into the crowd.
As my eyes returned to Clare, I saw her walk over to the back wall and put away our pool cues. She circled back around to me, slowly and seductively, her eyes filled with desire.
Oh God, hadn’t I been tempted enough in the last month? Now I had to fend off my drunken girlfriend, all in the name of honor. Being a gentleman sucked ass.
“Maddie’s at my Mom’s,” she said, pausing to run a finger down my chest, as her eyes bored into mine.
“All. Night,” she punctuated each word, making her wicked intentions clear.
Yes.
All gentlemanly thoughts rushed out of my head and were replaced by two words.
Fuck yes.
My entire body screamed yes as it came to full attention. I pulled her by the arm, dragging us out of the bar as fast as humanly possible. Once outside, I quickly walked us to my car in the parking lot, grateful I had a space toward the back in a low lit area. Bad for thievery. Good for what I have planned.
“Get in the back,” I demanded.
“We’re not going to your place?” she asked, opening the back door and slipping inside.
Joining her, I closed the door, “If I take you home with me Clare, I’m going to f**k you. Repeatedly,” I said, taking a deep breath, “But you’re drunk.”
Clare’s confusion quickly turned to shock, letting out a small gasp hearing my bold words, but it was quickly replaced with something else entirely. Desire. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me. I know what I’m doing,” she assured me with a shy smile.
“Oh, I’m not worried about that. I know you want it,” I replied with a wolfish grin, as I ran my hand up her lush thigh.
“I just want you to remember it. All of it. In vivid, technicolor clarity. And that can only be achieved if you’re sober. When you and I come together for the first time, I want you to remember every touch,” I ran my hand up her arm and down her back, causing her to shiver. “Every moan.”
She did just that as I leaned into her body, slowly kissing her neck and tugging on her earlobe with my teeth.
“Every wave of pleasure,” I ran my thumb over her nipple through her shirt, and gently tugged, causing her to gasp.
“So what are we doing in the back of the car?” she whispered breathlessly.
“Making the best of the situation.”
~Clare~
And with those words, he pulled me to his body, capturing my mouth in a soul-searing kiss.
“Straddle me,” he demanded.
I didn’t hesitate, placing my knees on either side of his firm body. Raking my hand through his hair, I pulled and weaved my fingers through the thick strands, eliciting a low growl to rumble from his throat.
His hands were everywhere, roaming up my thighs, on my ass, and under my shirt. Finding my br**sts, he gently rubbed my ni**les through the fabric of my lace bra, causing a friction that put my body on edge. With one hand, he undid the tie at my neck holding my shirt, letting it slide down to my waist. Logan’s eyes were on fire as they looked me over.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
Without warning, Logan pulled the lace cups of my strapless bra down, and his mouth was on me, sucking on my nipple, causing me to scream out.
“Oh God!” I cried, as he rolled my nipple with his tongue, letting it graze across his teeth, gently biting down, which caused me to nearly explode. With his other hand, he kept my body still and pinned to him, so he could start the torture all over again.
Snaking around to the front of my body, and under my skirt, his hand left my breast to cup my core.
“Do you want me to make you come, Clare?” he growled.
“Yes, God, yes,” I begged.
Answering my plea, he slid my thong aside, spreading me wide with his long fingers.
“Shit, you’re dripping wet,” he said as he ran a finger lazily over my drenched clit before finally sinking it deep inside me.
A deep sensual moan erupted from me as he added one more, slowly moving them in and out of my body, making me ache.
“God, you’re so f**king tight. Ride me, Clare.”
Following his orders, I placed my hands on his shoulders, rising up and sliding back down again on his stationary hand.
That’s it,” he said, “fuck my fingers.”
He added one more, thumbing my clit at the same time.
“Faster,” he commanded, his voice growing rougher by the second.
That tightness deep in my belly began to build and I could feel my body soaring higher. With his thumb, he flicked my clit, and that was all it took. I come unglued, crying out in pleasure.
“Oh God!” I screamed, the orgasm claiming me until I was unable to hold myself up and I collapsed into Logan’s arms.