Logan: New Crusaders MC (9 page)

Nicole nodded, her hand fisting around his kutte.

“I didn’t know my mom,” Logan said.  “She walked out on my dad about two months after I was born.  At least you had some good times, right?”

Nicole looked up at him, a little makeup smudged around her eyes.

“Logan, I’m so sorry,” she said.  “I shouldn’t have run my mouth off like that.  Can I blame the booze?”

Logan laughed.  “It’s okay, darling.  I’m not still hurting over that shit.”

She sighed and put her feet up on the couch so she could lie down in his lap.

“You like being in an MC?” she asked.

Logan was surprised by the question.  No one had ever asked him that before.

“I guess so,” he said.  “My dad was a Crusader before me.  Everyone knew I’d go the same route.  It’s nice to have so many brothers, you know?  It’s really like a family.  I know that sounds lame.”

She smiled up at him.  “Not as lame as you might think.  Do you mind if I ask what happened to your dad?  I think I saw him a couple times.  Years ago, at the diner.”

Logan shook his head.  “A gun deal went south.  My dad’s best buddy, Cork, was pinned down, about to get his head blown off.  My dad drew their fire, took three slugs to the chest.  Dead before he hit the ground.”

“But Cork made it,” Nicole said.  “I’ve seen him around.  He’s a sweet guy.  Always tries to be on his best behavior around me.”

“Cork’s like a second father.  He kinda took me under his wing.”

“How’d he get the nickname?  I’m always curious about nicknames, where they came from.”

Logan chuckled.  “He’d hate me if I told you.”

“He doesn’t have to know.  Trust me, I’m not my dad.  I can keep a secret.”

“It’s his name,” Logan said, smiling down at her.  “His mom insisted on naming him Corky.”

Nicole laughed out loud, revealing that single dimple that Logan loved so much.  He lifted her up and adjusted her so she was sitting in his lap.  He kissed that dimple on her cheek, then moved downward, nipping at her jaw before burying in his face at the crook of her neck.  Nicole made little sounds of pleasure as he licked and nipped there.

“Logan,” she breathed.  “Why do I feel so safe with you?”

He wrapped an arm around her waist possessively, realizing that he never wanted to let her go.  Nicole tried to stifle a yawn, but he caught it.  She was tired and half drunk.

“Time to get you home,” he told her, not daring to answer her question. 

He didn’t want to think about it.  Didn’t want to acknowledge that he wanted more from her than sex, or that when she kissed him it made his heart stop.  Didn’t want to tell her that whenever he had her, he never stopped wanting more, that she was all he thought about when they were apart.

Logan left ten bucks on the table and took Nicole back out through the club.  He stopped at the bar to hand Bells a twenty, which she hastily shoved into her back pocket.  She waved a quick goodbye, then got back to work.  Even this late, she was mobbed with customers.

Outside, the cold night air felt wonderful on Logan’s sweaty skin.  It wasn’t until Nicole stiffened against him that he realized anything was wrong.  He followed her gaze and saw Clay standing outside a pharmacy on the corner.  He wasn’t alone.  Standing with him, keeping their heads down and their voices low, were two men wearing Devil King kuttes.

This was like a nightmare.  Nicole had been having the best time of her life, and now Clay was back to ruin things again.  Had they seen her standing there with Logan?  She didn’t think so.  He was still talking with the two Devil Kings, and neither of them were looking in her and Logan’s direction.

“This way,” Logan whispered, pulling her into the alley next to the strip club.

He pressed her against the wall, and Nicole immediately felt a familiar safe feeling wash over her.  With him this close, she couldn’t bring herself to be afraid.

“What is that asshole doing with the Kings?” Logan asked, peering carefully out of the alley.  “They’ve got a lot of nerve conducting this meeting on my territory.”

“Maybe my father knows something about it,” Nicole offered.

She was starting to shake, despite her best efforts.  It was a cold night, and she hadn’t brought a jacket.

“They’re leaving,” Logan told her.  “Tomorrow I’m going to get to the bottom of this, but for now, let’s get you home.”

“Home sounds good,” she agreed.

“I’m just going to text Bells,” Logan told her.  “She’ll help spread the word that the Kings were on our territory, and that the piece of shit from the diner can’t be trusted.”

He typed as he spoke.

“Don’t mention what Clay did to me,” Nicole whispered.  “Please.  I don’t want anyone looking at me different or trying to make things right for me.”

“No one’s gonna make things right for you but you, apparently,” he said.  “I won’t tell anyone.”

She smiled up at him, feeling grateful that he understood her, that he actually listened.  When they got back on his bike, she happily wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against his back.  She never wanted this ride to end.  She loved the feel of the wind in her face, Logan’s tight muscles under her hands.  It was all too perfect.  Even after seeing Clay conspiring with the Devil Kings.  If anything, she was happy she’d seen that.  It gave her a lead, and it confirmed her suspicions that Clay was up to something.

They got back to her apartment too quickly.  Before Nicole knew what was happening, they were at her door.  She fiddled with her keys, staring at the doorknob.  Finally she got the key into the lock, turned it, but didn’t move to open the door.

“What’s the matter?” Logan asked.

“You’re going to leave,” she said, staring at the closed door.  “As soon as I go inside, you’re going to get back on your bike, and I’ll be alone again.”

“Nicole,” he whispered, and she couldn’t help loving the way her name sounded when he said it.  “I’m here.”  He gently took hold of her chin and turned her head up so she was looking at him.  “Ask me to stay, and I will.”

“Logan,” she breathed, taking a moment to swallow.  Her mouth was suddenly dry.  “I want you to sta–”

His lips fell on hers, swallowing up the end of her sentence.  Nicole reached blindly for the doorknob, turned it, and they tumbled together into her apartment.  Logan took the keys out of the lock and kicked the door closed, never once breaking the kiss.

Nicole stepped back, pulling him with her, guiding him to her little bedroom.  It was nothing special.  The furniture was old, and the room was somewhat plain, without a lot of decoration.  She kept a few pictures of her family on the dresser.  It had always felt like home to her, but now with Logan in the room it felt tiny and insufficient.

He didn’t seem to care.

“I need you so bad,” he told her, drawing her hand down to the stiff bulge in his jeans.

Nicole understood.  She felt the same about him.  Her whole body was aching, calling out for his.  She wanted to feel him inside her again, but she also wanted to take her time, make this moment last.  Her hands found the hem of his shirt, and she knelt down to place a trail of kisses from his bellybutton to his sternum as she lifted it up.  He shrugged out of his kutte and helped her take the shirt off with it, revealing all of his scars to her gaze.  Nicole touched a particularly nasty looking one and glanced up at him.

“Guy pulled a knife on me when I tried to bounce him out of the strip club,” he explained in a husky voice.  “Took me by surprise.”

Nicole pressed her lips against the scar and he caught his breath.  She kissed her way over more scars, her tongue flicking out to tease his nipple as she passed it.  He hissed in pleasure and held her head there for a moment.  She obliged him, teasing his nipple with her tongue as she rubbed her hands over his arms, tracing the contours of his muscles.  When she took a moment to look, she saw there were more names than she could count inked over his right arm in that looping design.

“My fallen brothers,” he explained.

“Is your dad on here?” she asked, touching the base of his wrist where the tattoo started.

“No, he’s back here.”

He turned so she could see his back.  Along with the expected New Crusaders tattoo that matched the patches on his kutte he had a name inked at the base of his neck.  Joel Kirkwood.

Nicole reached up and undid the top of her dress so that it fell down, exposing her breasts.  She pressed herself against Logan’s back and kissed his shoulder, reaching around to undo the button and fly of his jeans.  He groaned in pleasure as she released him into her hands and began to caress him.  Then she slipped her fingers into his waistband and undressed him the rest of the way.  He obediently stepped out of his jeans and turned around when she urged him to do so.  From the floor, she was in the perfect position to suck him, but all she did was draw her tongue from base to tip before pushing him back onto the bed.

She was going to give him as much pleasure as she could, to thank him for being with her, and for making her feel happy again.

Nicole’s mouth was heaven on earth.  Every instinct in Logan’s body urged him to grab her and take control, to fuck her from behind, make her scream his name.  Fast and impersonal.  But he resisted those instincts.  This wasn’t a quick lay, and for the first time in his life, that was how he wanted it. 

Nicole was leaning over him, her dress gathered around her waist, placing kisses on his hips.  When she wrapped her hand around him and guided him into her lips, he held his breath in sweet anticipation.  Then she took him inside her mouth, all of him, and he moaned loudly.  He was so hard, he didn’t think he’d be able to last longer than two minutes at this rate.  Nicole sucked on him hungrily, then drew back to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock.  He ran his hands through her wild hair, caressing her while she gave him pleasure.

She seemed to understand just how far to push him.  She alternated between quick movements, and long, slow caresses.  His grunts and moans told her exactly what he liked.  After a few minutes of building him up, she took that sweet mouth away.  He opened his eyes in time to see her crawling up his body, her legs straddling his hips.  From this position, a suspicion he’d had earlier was confirmed – she wasn’t wearing underwear.

Nicole lifted herself and reached down to guide him into her.  When she began moving, she kept everything slow.  Once again, Logan’s instincts urged him to take over, to pin her down and take her until she was screaming.  But he resisted, because he enjoyed seeing the lust in her hooded eyes.  She took his hands in hers and guided them to her breasts.  He obliged her, kneading and caressing them, plucking at her nipples just enough to make her squirm a little.  All the while, she continued to ride him, lifting and lowering herself slowly.  Carefully.

Logan was surprised by how much he enjoyed this.  Despite what his instincts were screaming at him, he wanted to feel every inch of her, wanted her to continue taking her time.  More than that, he wanted to show her he could make love to her, like she was doing to him.

Wrapping his arms around her, he easily flipped over, so she was lying underneath him on her back.  His control was tested again when he saw her like that, lying under him, hair splayed around her head, breasts exposed.  She looked a little self-conscious, like maybe she was worried he hadn’t particularly liked how this had been going.  He didn’t want her thinking that at all.

“I wanted you to keep doing that forever, but I also wanted a turn,” he explained.

She smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss those perfect lips.  He kept up the kiss as he quickly got rid of the dress that still clung to her hips.  He didn’t want anything blocking her from him. 

With the dress gone, he drew his hands up her thighs.  She was all smooth, soft skin.  When his fingers found her entrance, she nearly purred in pleasure.  She was soaking wet for him, her juices coating his fingertips.  When he dipped a finger inside, she mewled happily and spread her legs further in invitation.  He didn’t need any other prompting.

Breaking away from her lips, Logan closed his mouth around one of her breasts.  While he suckled her, he pressed another finger inside her, using his thumb to stimulate her clit.  Nicole began to pant and squirm under him, and he picked up the pace, switching to the other breast.  He swiped his tongue over her erect nipple, then blew cool air over it, raising goosebumps on her sensitive flesh.

“Logan,” Nicole gasped, saying his name like a plea.

“That’s it, baby.  Come for me.  I’m just getting started.”

“I’m getting close,” she breathed.  “Please, baby.”

His thumb flicked over her clit again, and he felt her shudder, her cries getting louder.  She began to plead more with him until he gave her what she wanted.  Leaning down, he sucked hungrily on her breast as he pumped his hand in and out of her, faster and faster.  She came hard, clutching at the sheets beneath her, calling his name.

When she came down from it, she looked up at him with glassy eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“You ready for the main course?” he asked.

“More than ready,” she breathed.

He placed a quick kiss on her lips as he pulled his fingers away.  She sighed and lifted her hips a little to help him.  Logan settled himself between her thighs and took a moment to just look at her, those beautiful eyes that gave away her emotions even when she tried to hide them.  The single dimple that danced on her cheek when she laughed.  She was already lifting herself to him, rubbing herself against him.  He saw the shadow of the bruise on her cheek, showing through her makeup, and his whole body tensed with fresh anger.  As gently as possible, he placed a kiss on that bruise.  She gazed up at him with such trust that it floored him.  If she didn’t manage to take care of the Clay problem, he sure as hell would.

For now, he would satisfy the demands his body had been making.  He would take her, long and slow.  She would be his, and no other man would touch her without incurring his wrath.  Keeping his eyes on hers, he sought her entrance, pushed inside her.  He watched as her eyelids fluttered closed, and she sucked in a long breath, making her breasts rise toward him.  Her nipples teased his chest, making him groan.

He wrapped his arms around her and thrust against her, hoping she could feel how much this meant to him, how much he wanted her.  Not just now, but forever.

Nicole’s head was spinning.  Logan was making love to her so slowly, so carefully, like he was afraid she would break.  He held her like a lifeline, his strong arms enveloping her, his thrusts sending spikes of pleasure through her.

“I never want to let you go,” he whispered into her ear.  “Tell me this won’t be the last time.  Tell me I can have you.”

She wriggled beneath him until he relaxed his hold, lifted himself up to look at her.  That was what she wanted.  She wanted him to see her face when she spoke, so he’d know she was sincere.

“You already have me,” she breathed.  “I’m yours, baby.”

She turned her head to kiss the inside of his wrist.  Something in the action must have broken him, because he gathered her back into his arms and thrust harder against her, his hips connecting with her in a steady rhythm. 

Nicole felt full and complete with him inside her.  Before she knew it, another orgasm began building inside her.  She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, seeking that release.  Then it was there, that perfect explosion of pleasure.  She came again and he kissed her, swallowing up her moans of pleasure, quickening his pace so he could join her.  With one final thrust, he buried himself inside her and growled in release.  Nicole ran her hands up and down his back as he came, loving the warm feeling inside.