Insider (Exodus End #1)(27)
Author: Olivia Cunning

Logan pulled back again and then buried himself to the hilt with one hard thrust.

“Oh!” she gasped. No pain at all, just a delightful sense of fullness.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes!”

“Then you like it rough.” He dropped his head to her shoulder and began to thrust his hips. Within seconds she was lost in a sea of pleasure. She strained against him, her fingers clinging to his hard chest, her legs tangling around his hips. Her back arched in complete surrender and she couldn’t stop herself from chanting his name.

“You feel so good,” he murmured into her neck. “So good, Toni. I need more time with you. More time. I want to fuck you slowly for hours.”

He grabbed one breast with his hand, pinching at her nipple with the same cadence as his thrusts. She only wished she was naked, so she could experience the full sensation.

“Later,” she promised. “We’ll take our time later.” Right now she liked the urgency and the passion that ignited quickly between them and threatened to explode.

Logan shifted and slid his free hand between her legs to stroke her clit while he thrust into her. Her fingers gripped the edge of the seat as her pleasure intensified.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back. Come for me.”

She didn’t know how to hold back. Or how to come for him. Everything her body was experiencing seemed completely involuntary to her. The throb between her thighs built into an intolerable ache. She writhed against his hand, until the building pleasure burst. Her body went taut and she cried out, shaking with bliss. Logan thrust deep and held himself buried within her, stroking her clit so fast as he came inside her that she couldn’t stop shaking. She forced her eyes open so she could watch his face as he found release. His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth dropped open as his entire body shuddered in ecstasy. She would love to see that pleasure-contorted face on a regular basis.

Logan’s hand went still and he collapsed. She held his weight against her, enjoying the solid feel of his body on hers. After he caught his breath, he pulled away to look down at her.

“I needed that,” he said. “Next time it will be all for your pleasure. I won’t let myself get so carried away.”

As if she was going to argue with that.

“And then the next time, you’ll teach me to suck your cock, right?” she said.

He groaned and wrapped both arms around her to give her an enthusiastic hug. “Woman, you’re going to get me hard again if you aren’t careful.”

Was that supposed to be some kind of warning? She took it as more of a challenge.

Eight

In the radio station’s sound booth, Logan tried to pay attention to the interview, but his gaze kept falling on Toni, who was concentrating on recording the interview for her book and jotting notes. She obviously wasn’t nearly as distracted by him as he was by her. Didn’t seem fair.

An elbow to his ribs turned his attention to the host, who was gazing at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. “I’m sorry, what was the question?” Logan asked.

“Are you still participating in freestyle motocross?”

“When I have time,” he said. He almost left it at that, but saw that Toni now had her undivided attention on him and looked interested in what he had to say. “I’ve been jumping and racing bikes since my teen years,” he said. “I still love that adrenaline rush. If the music career hadn’t worked out, I’d probably have had the opportunity to go pro.”

“Much as I’d like to see you do tricks on a dirt bike, I’m not the only one glad the music career did work out,” the host said.

Logan chuckled. “Oh, I’m glad too, but a guy needs something to fall back on.”

“He’s always been the daredevil of the group,” Dare said. “Last time he won a bet, he made us all go skydiving. Not my idea of a good time.”

“You had fun,” Logan said. “Don’t lie.”

“You had fun,” Dare insisted. “I dry humped the ground when the horror ended.”

“I thought skydiving was great,” Steve said.

“You don’t have a lick of sense either,” Dare said. “Logan jumps out of planes, Steve scales mountains.”

“What do you do with your free time?” the host asked.

“Relax.”

“Dare likes the water,” Max said. “If he’s not on the beach, he’s in a pool or a hot tub.”

Logan watched Toni scribbling notes like a woman struck by sudden inspiration. She had a huge smile on her face. Logan wondered what was going on in that head of hers.

“Reagan, what do you do in your free time?”

Up until this point, no questions had been directed toward her. She hesitated, probably under the assumption that she wasn’t going to have to participate in the interview. “Uh. My boyfriend?” she blurted.

The guys laughed and she grinned.

“There’s a rumor going around that you’re dating one of the guitarists of Sinners, Trey Mills.”

Reagan chuckled warily. “Ha, yeah, rumors,” she said noncommittally.

When it was obvious that he wasn’t going to get a more concrete answer from Reagan, the host asked, “And what does Max like to do?”

Steve pounded Max on the back. “You’d have to censor his reply.” All the members of the band shared a knowing chuckle, except Max, who glowered at Steve.

Toni stopped writing to stare at Max with her head tilted to one side. Logan waved at her to get her attention back on himself. She wasn’t quite ready for the kinky stuff Max enjoyed. Maybe in a few weeks they’d move on to more adventurous acts, but she was still fairly innocent. He wouldn’t want to push her too fast. Toni lifted a hand of recognition in Logan’s direction, blushing furiously under his obvious interest. She ducked her head, licked her upper lip, and tucked her long hair behind her ears.

Damn, she pushed every one of his lust buttons. And she wasn’t even trying to. Twenty minutes ago, that demure sweetheart had fucked him in the back of a limo on a busy street. He needed to get his act together and treat her better, or she was going to find someone else to teach her things. The very idea of another man touching her had him clinging to his thighs to keep his hands from balling into fists.

Another elbow in his ribs, allowed Logan to catch the tail end of the radio host’s question.

“. . . concert tonight?”