Page 13 of Cowboy's Way

“Um, what? No,” I murmur, trying to figure out how to stop him from doingthat.

“Yes,” he responds, shifting my panties out of the way with his thumb. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Without another word, I feel his tongue lick down one side of my pussy, then up the other before it plunges into me.

“Oh, fuck,” I bite out the word, barely noticing how it sounds more like a prayer than anything I’ve uttered in a while.

I’ve never experienced oral sex before, but I know that even if Tore had attempted it, that what Logan is doing would be still be extraordinary. His tongue dips in and out of my core, twisting and turning while deep inside of me. Taking his time, it’s as though he’s a man dying of thirst as he devours me, and I nearly want to weep when he pulls his tongue back.

At least until it sweeps in circles around my clit, when his lips close around my swollen button, I realize how tightly I’m holding onto his head—horrified at my need but too far gone to ever want him to stop.

My loud moan seems to bounce around the riverbanks when he gently pushes a finger into me, and I hear him curse against my clit. As he slowly works his digit in and out of my slit, his tongue works faster and harder until my hips buck upward without any warning, my orgasm overtaking my entire body.

Once my pulse slows down, I crack open an eye to see him grinning up at me. My knees start to snap together, but with him kneeling between them, they don’t get far; then my eyes follow his down to where two of his fingers are still pushed deep inside of me.

“You aren’t a virgin, but you might as well be.” This time his voice is gentle, tinged with an odd mix of surprise and annoyance. “About time a man did right by you.”

As I fumble for something to say, he pulls his fingers out of me and sticks them into his mouth, obviously sucking my juices off of them as he studies my reaction.

My mind has gone blank, so I just sit back as he finishes removing my booties and gives me space to fix my jeans as he starts up the boat.

“How far is it?” I ask, coming to stand behind his captain’s chair.

“Just a few minutes,” he answers, and as it’s my first time on the river, I wish there was more daylight left so I could see more of the homes on either side of the river. “It’s safer coming home this way, so we all pretty much boat to parties.”

“Where’s Bruno?” I ask, not used to seeing him without his sidekick.

“I dropped him and some of my brothers off first, then doubled back for you,” he replies with a shrug.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“My pleasure,” he drawls out, and I smack his shoulder. He purposefully turns the wheel so I have to grab him for purchase. “Come here.”

He snakes an arm round me and pulls me in front of him. “You ever pilot a boat before?”

“No. What’s the deal here anyway? Do I have to take classes or something?”

“Nah, I’ll teach you that, too. You only need to have a driver’s license,” he says, leaning forward to nibble on my neck. “I can help you find a solid used one, if you decide you want one.”

“I’d like to learn,” I reply and just as I’m getting comfortable in his arms, the level of noise on the river changes—letting me know we’re getting close to the party. “That was a quick ride!”

“Oh, we haven’t been for a ride yet,” he teases me. “And it sure as hell won’t be quick when we do.”

My blush spreads from my face down my chest and I brace myself, aware that anyone who sees us will know what we’ve been up to. Just then Bruno’s distinctivewoof!reaches my ears, and once we reach an outcropping of branches, I see him standing on the end of the dock.

“Oh, poor boy!”

“Poor boy, my ass. I’m sure my brothers have been tossing him scraps since I left.”

“How many brothers do you have?” I ask as he pulls alongside the front of the dock, and he chuckles as he tosses a rope to a guy who looks like he’s in high school.

“The Saints, we’re all brothers,” he tells me, holding his hand out to help me get onto the dock as he looks over at the kid. “Billy, you scratch up my boat like you did Critter’s and we’re going to have a problem.”

“I won’t, I swear it,” the kid mumbles, nodding his head.

With my boots in one hand, I make my way to a bench to put them on while fending off Bruno’s attempt at a greeting. From what I can tell, there’s some sort of valet system in place so that the partygoers’ boats aren’t all crowded around this dock.

“All set?” Logan asks, as he turns back to me just as I’m standing up and he guides me toward the crowd with Bruno on our heels. “Just out of curiosity, what do you like to drink?”

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