Sassy Road (9 page)

Devon cocked his weapon. Realizing a shot would be fired immediately, Logan leapt toward him, tackling him in time to save him. Guns fired around them. Bullets ricocheted off metal and gravel.

Minutes later after the commotion settled, Devon was yanked to his feet by two officers. Secured in handcuffs, Devon was led away to another police car.

Tailed by Damsel’s old lady, Devon turned before he slid into the cruiser’s backseat. The policeman’s hand was already atop his head, but he jerked away from him and addressed Victory. “He was screwing Addison. Did you know that?”

“I knew,” she assured him. “He was the club’s president. You know how that is. You take what’s yours and everyone else’s.”

Devon glanced over at Damsel. He was puffing on a cigarette, apparently already chummy with an officer or else he wouldn’t have been given a smoke.

“Yeah, baby, I know how that is,” Devon said. His heart wasn’t in the proposition he’d soon deliver, the one Logan saw coming from a mile away, but he’d still torment Damsel the best way he probably knew how. Taking a seat in the back of the car, Devon looked up at Victory. “When I get out, what do you say you come see me?”

“I might,” Victory muttered, acting uninterested until her eyes met Damsel’s heated gaze. “On second thought, I think I’ll do just that. You watch for me. I’ll be around.”

Chapter Eleven

“Did you plan to tell me how the Heroes and Rogues celebrate when one of their own is released from jail earlier than expected?” Sassy asked upon entering his bedroom later that evening.

“I figured Cara would explain,” he grumbled, standing in front of the mirror adjusting his belt.

“So this is something you do all the time?”

“Those with old ladies participate,” Logan replied. “You don’t have to pretend you’re mine, if your heart’s not in it.”

Her
heart
sank. She couldn’t help how she responded to his statement. In so many ways, she’d hoped he’d wrap his arms around her and, in that guttural voice of his, demand that she submit to him in front of an audience.

Logan was familiar and comfortable. When they’d made love, she’d felt safe and secure, happy and complete. Sure, she’d panicked when he’d gotten on top of her, but part of the reason was because she didn’t know what to expect, didn’t like being with him alone when he became the aggressor. After talking to Cara about the upcoming party, she’d thought of a way to overcome her fears.

“Sassy, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

“I know I’m not your old lady.”

“I don’t have one then.” He marched across the room.

“Now I feel like
I’ve
said the wrong thing.”

He paused, picked up his jacket from a nearby chair and slung it over his arm. When he faced her, his expression was priceless. He looked like could eat her up. She shivered as if a cool breeze licked at her nape. Her nipples spiked under the scrutiny.

Logan Marcs was a handsome rebel, one hell of a man. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of and so much more. That was the problem. She knew things about Logan that he’d yet to admit.

Logan was a cop. A truth she was quite certain the MC wasn’t aware of because if they were, he wouldn’t be standing there.

“So do you keep handcuffs on hand or are they back at your dad’s place?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You might need them tonight. From what I understand, the homecoming includes cuffing your woman to a chair and having your way with her.”

His lips twitched. “And what do you think about that?”

“I think if I’m going to act like I belong here, maybe I should play the part.”

“You’ll have your body exposed to everyone,” he said, looping his arm around her waist. “This place is transformed into a sex fest in about a minute flat.”

“Then I guess we’d better join the others before the party starts without us.”

* * * *

“You’re sure about this?” Logan asked, gripping her hand as they entered the bar area.

“Are you?”

As if it were the most natural occurrence in the world, he pressed her against the wall, flattening his palm on the right side of her head. “I’ll fuck you right here if you want everyone to know how whipped I am.”

“Whipped,” she purred, rolling her tongue. “There’s an idea.”

“Sassy, I don’t need this sort of thing. You know that, right?”

“What if I do?” She tilted her chin upward. “What if I told you I’m more comfortable having sex when I know others are nearby, maybe even watching?”

“What are you saying?” Given her history, he just might believe exhibitionism suited her.

“Maybe I want to be on display. Maybe I want you to treat me like I’m your old lady.”

“And what if I want that to be true?”

“I guess I’ll just have to see how well you use that tongue of yours. Then I’ll let you know.”

“Damn you know how to make a man hard.”

“Let me feel,” she said, shoving her hand forward. She stroked him through his jeans and watched as his black eyes shimmered like coal. “Hmm…yeah, you’re right. I do.”

He assaulted her mouth then, taking a kiss he’d meant to steal the moment they were alone, but enjoying the way she felt, how her body melded to his as they made out in front of the MC, the club full of men who had become more like his brothers than his enemies. He grabbed her legs and hoisted her into his arms, grinding between her thighs and wishing he could strip away the clothing barriers and fuck her right there.

She arched her neck and moaned, climbing him as he dry humped her against that very public wall. “Now, Logan. Take me right here.”

“Not yet,” he muttered, stroking her lips with his tongue.

“When?” She clutched his shirt and squeezed him with her thighs. “Oh God, Logan, when?”

He thrust against her, rubbing his dick over her mound as he rolled his hips forward and back, doing his dead-level best to arouse her.

The crowd was loud. The music was blaring. Conversation had muted when they’d first entered the room, but now, the chatter was alive and frantic, everyone returning to their own forms of celebration.

Devon was coming home and a party was in motion. The Heroes and Rogues viewed Devon’s release and Damsel’s confinement a win for the club, a first place ribbon pinned to their door.

Logan fed her his tongue. The lust brewed between them as he tangled his fingers in her hair and held her close, dreading the moment when she’d back away or ask him to stop. “God, woman, you make me crazy.”

“Show me,” she encouraged him, locking her ankles behind his lower back.

She dropped her hand between their bodies, unhooked his belt, jerked down his zipper, and freed his cock, giving him a hand job worth remembering. “Ah, baby,” he crooned.

She tugged him forward, pulled him back. “Feels nice, right?”

“You have no idea,” he whispered at her lobe. He was dying to tuck his cock inside her, fuck her crazy, and screw her until the first hint of morning light.

Sassy Road was his woman, his old lady. All others be damned if they touched her.

Hiking up her short leather skirt, he clutched her hips and drew her forward, gently puncturing her with the head of his penis. “You don’t want to take a walk and finish this in my bedroom?”

“It’s too late now,” she purred, throwing her head back.

He bit his bottom lip and slipped right inside her folds, refusing to stretch her all at once. She flattened her palms against the wall behind her and spread her hips wider. “Now, Logan, now.”

Keeping his lips away from hers, he stared down the bridge of his nose. “You are one greedy little vixen tonight, aren’t ‘cha baby?”

“Yes,” she snapped, grabbing hold of his collar and towing him forward. “Now don’t make me beg.”

“Hmm, you’re sassy, too,” he teased, lowering his forehead to hers. “Come on, baby, grovel for me.”

Her lips skimmed across his. “You’d really love to see me plead for cock, wouldn’t you?”

“For mine? You’re damned straight.” He nudged her with his penis and grinned into their kiss. “So you want me to love you right here in front of all these people?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me, Logan. Now.”

“In a minute, sweets,” he teased. Then, in one fluid motion, he grabbed a chair from a nearby table and took a seat, eye level to her damp pussy, the glistening moisture of her excitement only tantalizing his palate.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a ragged breath.

“You wanted to put on a show,” he reminded her. “And I need to hear you scream.”

She didn’t just yell. She cried.

Logan ate her pussy as others pretended not to gawk. She was on display and every woman’s envy, but she only noticed that much at the start.

Losing her inhibitions, she rested her foot on the chair beside Logan’s bottom and let him tease her with his lips.

He licked her center, nibbled at her clit, and sipped at her folds. Then, he buried his tongue deep inside the heart of her pussy and made her hum with joy.

Gripping her ass, Logan drew her forward, eating her out in front of the others like sipping her snatch was the most natural happening in the world. Many of them watched as he made her into his midnight snack, rubbing his barely-there beard against her mound until she begged for more.

He dragged his fingers through her intimate lips. His tongue followed right behind the wet digits. “How you doing up there?” he asked, pausing for only a second.

“Never better,” she replied, slapping her hand atop his head. “Finish what you started. Don’t dally long.”

Logan immediately returned to the art of loving a woman. He gave her the kind of attention a woman appreciated. Lapping at her center with strong strokes, he wasted little time and quickly brought her to the brink of an orgasm.

“Logan,” she breathed, her head rolling to the side.

“Just let go, Sassy,” he whispered, fingering her as he ate her. “Just enjoy.”

And that’s precisely what she did.

Epilogue

“You look freshly fucked this morning,” Cara said, entering the kitchen.

Sassy placed her spoon on the napkin next to her oatmeal. “You don’t like me.”

“I don’t like or dislike you. I don’t know you.”

“That’s true,” Sassy said thoughtfully. “So what would you like to know?”

“Why don’t you tell me how long you plan on staying around?”

“I guess for as long as Logan will have me.”

“I wouldn’t unpack your bags and go shopping for draperies if I were you,” Cara said. “So he didn’t give you a timeframe. That right there should tell you what you need to know.”

“She can stay for as long as she can put up with me,” Logan said, interrupting them. He strolled across the room, leaned over and kissed Sassy’s forehead. “Good morning, baby.”

Cara stormed out of the kitchen, the door slamming behind her.

“You can clear a room.”

“I try,” he said, pouring a cup of coffee. He sat next to her and said. “Any regrets?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Making sure.”

Sassy propped her hands under her chin. “Logan, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“How long
will
we be here?”

He opened his mouth and rubbed his jaw with a splayed hand, acting as if he were suddenly struck with a yawning disorder. “I spoke to Dad this morning. Why didn’t you tell me you went looking for me after college?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your…other life?”

“Careful,” he said, peering over her shoulder. “I was going to last night, but it was pretty obvious you were well informed.”

“Am I?”

“Yes,” he replied, brushing his lips across hers.

“You don’t plan on keeping me after you leave here.”

A peculiar expression zipped across his face, and he leaned toward her, held her head in his hands, and said, “Where on earth did you get such a crazy idea?”

“Don’t play games with me, Logan.”

“I have no reason to.”

“So you want me to stay?”

“Yes,” he said simply

“And how long will we be here?” she asked.

“That’s hard to say.”

“It’s dangerous for you, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “More so now than ever before because I’ll worry about you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“So I’ve heard.”

He kissed her then, in an obvious effort to shut her up. The attempt worked. She latched onto him and returned the heated smooch, placing her hand upon his leg.