The Inheritance: Anything He Craves (3 page)

She quit
struggling. "I'll
never
sleep with you Logan if that is what
this is about."

He might have
been insulted if he hadn't felt how her body melted against his, or
he didn't see the desire in those blue eyes that she was fighting
to suppress. He touched the side of her face and she inhaled
sharply, her lips parting slightly averting her gaze. He slid his
thumb along her lower lip and her body trembled against him.

"Logan don't,"
she whispered, avoiding his gaze at all costs, but he could see her
faint blush.

"Never say
never Angel," he whispered softly into her ear before releasing
her.

****

By the time
she had gotten to the club, Angelica had worked herself into a
frenzy of anger and frustration. "Never say never Angel," she
mimicked him as she leaned against the back wall and watched as a
few of her friends danced. She was too pissed to dance. And
frustrated. Bringing her cocktail to her lips she swallowed down
the remainder of the drink and set the empty glass on the ledge
behind her.

"Care to
dance?"

She was so
wrapped up in her anger that she hadn't even realized that the
music had shifted to a soft ballad and couples were pairing off on
the dance floor. She was about to say no without even looking at
the person asking, but at the last second she turned and gave the
blonde-haired man a smile and nodded. He was almost as tall as
Logan, but not nearly as solidly built or good looking. But it
didn't matter, going out was suppose to take her mind off of her
worries and her new roommate. So the man leading her to the dance
floor would do.

They reached
the center of the dance floor and he pulled her into his arms. She
slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him
and was about to lay her head on his shoulder when her eyes caught
sight of Logan. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Ummm.
What?"

She ignored
her dance partner and actually growled when Logan's eyes caught
hers and he gave her a wave and a wide smile. "Is he for real?"

"Who? Excuse
me?" Her partner loosened his grip on her and took a step back just
as Logan reached them.

"What are you
doing here Logan?" She stepped away from her partner fully and
planted her hands on her hips, tapping her silver heeled shoe on
the hardwood dance floor.

Logan
shrugged. "Checking out this amazing club. So who's your date?"

"Ummm. He..."
Damn, I don't even know his name
. She groaned inwardly.

Logan frowned
and made a tisking sound. She rolled her eyes at him.

He focused his
attention on the bewildered blonde-haired man and extended his hand
to the other man. "Logan Sinclair."

With
hesitation the man accepted his hand and gave it a shake. "Bruce
Van Der Comp."

"Well there
you go Angelica. His name is Bruce Van Der.... Well, Van Der
something."

He leaned into
her and whispered. "You know I really don't give a fuck, but
thought you should know his name."

Oh-my-God,
this is humiliating
. She prayed the floor would open up and
swallow her whole. "What do you want?"

Pulling his
wallet out of the inside pocket of the black leather jacket he was
wearing he pulled out a bill and passed it to Bruce. "I need to
speak with her a moment
privately
. Go get a drink, on me,
and we'll be done by the time you get back."

The look of
confusion rose on Bruce's expression, but he accepted the bill and
with one last look at Angelica he left in the direction of the
bar.

"Why are you
doing this?" Angelica groaned as Logan pulled her into his arms,
slipping his hands around her waist and pulling her tight. She
hated that she loved the feel of his body so much, almost as much
as she hated the way his aftershave smelled so amazing and drew her
into him.

"I have a
present for you."

A present?

His lips were
close to her ear and she actually sighed, slipping her arms around
his neck and holding tight to him. Why did she have to want him? He
was such a pompous, arrogant jackass, but she wanted him. Damn,
damn, damn.

"Reach into
the left hand pocket of my jacket and pull out what's inside."

Slipping her
hand into his jacket pocket, she grabbed onto something long and
round.
What in the hell?
Pulling it out she brought it to
eye level. "What is it?" She had a sinking suspicion she knew, but
needed confirmation.

He pulled
back, so he could look her in the eye, but still kept his arms
around her. "Anal plug, and I have the controls to activate the
vibration function."

"Are you
crazy? You want me to put this in? Now?" She looked at the plug and
then back at him, disbelief evident in her features. "No way."
Outraged, she attempted to pull away from him, but he pulled her
back into him.

"If you want
that inheritance, I think you will do it."

Grinding her
teeth she looked up and their eyes locked. For whatever reason he
had it in his mind to make her month a living hell... Well to hell
with him, she could take whatever he threw at her! "Fine. She
looked down at the plug and then back up at him. You want to join
me in the ladies room to help put this in?"

Giving her a
slap on the ass, he gave her a wink. "Nah, I'll trust you.
Besides-" he pulled the little control box from him other pocket.
"-I'll know if it's in or not."

Logan really
didn't think she'd do it, but she'd come out of the ladies room
plug in place and resumed dancing with the jackass he'd found her
with. She'd look over at him from time to time and there was no
doubt in his mind she was being
extra
affectionate with Mr
Van-Der-don't-give-a-fuck-his-name, just to make him jealous. So
each time, she'd get a little too chummy with good ol' Bruce, Logan
would hit the button and she'd cringe as he assumed the vibrations
jolted her arousal.

There was a
big problem in his plan though. He was getting hard watching her
and it was driving him mad with jealousy watching her with that
guy. She was getting horny, and Bruce was reaping the rewards.

Yeah, his plan
wasn't working out quite as well as he'd hoped. She was supposed to
be embarrassed or refuse to wear it at all, not getting horned up
and nearly dry humping Van-Der-Chump on the floor. Deciding that
this arrangement was just not working out to his satisfaction Logan
made his way back through the crowd towards the couple.

"Ummm. Yeah
buddy. I think it's time you found a new dance partner," Logan
stated, tapping Bruce on the shoulder and hooking his thumb over
his shoulder motioning for Bruce to get lost.

"But, we're
having a good time pal. What's your deal anyhow?"

Logan's jaw
clenched. "My
deal
is that I think it's time you two broke
it up and you found yourself someone else to dance with. That's my
deal
."

Angelica gave
him a sexy little smirk, as if silently pronouncing her victory
over him. Bruce hesitated, as if deciding whether or not Angelica
was worth a confrontation or not. With a disgusted shake of the
head he turned without saying so much as good-bye to Angelica and
strode off, disappearing into the sea of dancing couples and
groups.

"Not having a
good time Logan? The Boston nightlife, just not what it is in New
York?"

"Having a
peachy time." He growled at the look of self-satisfaction in her
eyes. Grabbing her hand he pulled her into his arms. The sweet
smelling scent of peaches drifted up to him. To his surprise she
didn't protest, instead she melted into him, her body pressing up
against his. Her stomach pressed against his semi-hard and growing
cock, fuelling his desire
and
his annoyance.

Her smile had
faded, but as she looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkled with
amusement. "Were you getting jealous Logan Sinclair?" She ran her
index finger along the side of his neck and his body tensed. "Did
you keep thinking about how turned on you were making me? And you
were wishing it was you I was pressed up against?" She lowered her
mouth to his neck and lightly grazed her lips along it. She teased
just enough to make him want to usher her off to a secluded corner
and have his way with her.

Two could
play at her little game!
He reached into his jacket pocket and
pressed the button to activating the vibrating butt plug. She
tensed and moaned softly fisting the lapels of his leather jacket.
She pressed her body up against him, her breasts, crushing up
against his chest.

"I like it so
much more than I had thought I would," she purred.

He pulled back
slightly and caught her gaze. "It would appear so."

She slipped
her hands under his jacket and caressed his chest over his shirt,
while keeping her eyes locked to his. "I might even re-consider
that little no sex comment I made earlier."

****

Angelica liked
seeing the discomfort and slight confusion in Logan's expression
and chalked up her first victory. She had to admit she'd been
apprehensive about wearing the plug, she'd never had anal let alone
a toy rammed up her ass, but after some awkward positioning in the
ladies room she'd managed it. It felt foreign and intrusive - at
first - but now she was becoming accustomed to and even welcoming
the sudden jolts of arousal it spurred within her each time he
pressed that little button of his.

His uneasy
expression suddenly changed and he gave her a sexy smile that
caused her pussy to clench and a shot of excitement to rush through
her. What was he planning?

He lowered his
hands to her backside and pulled her groin tight against his rock
solid erection. "That's a dangerous thing to say to a man you've
been trying to make jealous all night Angel."

Would it be so
bad to have one night with him? A fast, hard fuck and then be done
with it. The tension she felt with him would be gone, her thirst
quenched and they could go about their remaining few weeks. But the
problem was that she knew he had an agenda. She was some pawn to
him to settle an old score with her father. He'd never said it in
those words, but she wasn't stupid. She knew.

To hell
with it!
She was in the mood to play with a little fire
tonight. She'd deal with the consequences in the morning.
And
for the next month
, a voice in the back of her head reminded
her. She ignored the voice.

Taking a quick
peek around them to see if anyone was watching, and as suspected
not a soul was interested in the two of them. Slipping a hand down
the length of his muscular torso she rubbed the ridge of his cock
outside of his jeans. "
Did
I make you jealous Logan?"

He breathed in
sharply, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he visibly attempted
to control himself. A low growl like sound came from him as he
slipped his hand behind her head and his lips lowered to hers,
claiming them with a passion that had her moaning against his
lips.

With a soft
sigh, her lips parted and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She
fisted his jacket once more as her body became engulfed in her need
for him. The hardness and power of his body against hers, his scent
- so masculine, so Logan - and the feel of his hands exploring her
body as his tongue explored her mouth, it was all too much. All
thoughts of whether or not it was a wise decision to give herself
to him faded away and all that remained was her need - strong and
primal.

"Come with
me," he said, pulling back from her, grabbing her hand possessively
into his and half-leading and half-pulling her towards the back of
the club. They disappeared into the shadows behind one of the
massive floor speakers. Before she had time to even consider what
was going on, Logan had her pinned back against the wall and the
toy in her ass began to vibrate, low and steady. She moaned softly,
clutching to the front of his shirt to keep herself steady on her
feet.

Then he was
kissing her again, his mouth on hers, his tongue demanding her
surrender as he hiked up her skirt around her waist and pulled down
her thong. It fell to the floor at her feet. His hand cupped her
bare mound, and then he slid a finger between her wet folds.

"Logan," she
gasped when he tore his mouth from hers and began placing a string
of kisses along her jaw.

He thrust a
finger into her roughly and she cried out at the sudden intrusion.
Feeling an urgent need to stroke his hard as granite cock, she
undid his jeans and tugged them down, exposing his impressively
sized member.

"Damn you're
wet Angel," he growled into her ear, sending another shiver through
her. He was right, she was drenched and her pussy throbbing,
demanding to be satisfied. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her
onto his hips as he pressed her tight against the wall. She wrapped
her legs around his waist, holding tightly unto him as his thick
shaft pressed at her entrance.

My God, am
I going to do this? Now? Here?
A slight rush of panic overrode
her desire as she considered what she was about to do. But his
mouth was on hers again, his tongue thrusting its way past her
parted lips. She needed him. She needed his body, his strength and
the pleasure he was about to give her.

"Tell me you
want this," he demanded, pulling his lips from hers and looking
down at her, fire flaring up in his green eyes.

"Yes. Oh God,
I want it Logan!" She moaned.

She had barely
gotten the words out when he slammed himself into her hard and
deep. The head of his cock rubbed against her inner wall and she
cried out both from surprise and the overwhelming pleasure which
rocked through her.