Page 10 of Unmistakably Us

The only vocalization she was capable of was a needy moan. A condition they shared. Logan thrust a finger inside her. They each uttered a breathless, “Fuck.”

With shocking speed, Logan had her spun around, cheek pressed against the abrasive brick wall and the metal door. The texture of the brick added dimension to the other sensations assaulting her. The contrast sent a shiver coursing down her spine. The heat of the abrasion juxtaposed the coolness of the door’s surface coated in the salt tang scent of the nearby gulf.

Logan gathered her arms behind her, encouraging her to fold them at the elbow. “Grab your forearms and don’t let go,” he rasped in her ear before clamping down on it with his teeth. She was compelled to comply, not because he was forcing her to, but because something deep inside her desired to.

Logan’s grip on her interlocked arms was borderline painful, but not quite. Enough so, she understood he demanded compliance, but gentle enough that she was confident he wouldn’t force her to stay longer than she was comfortable.

One hand returned to the front of her leggings, and he released her ear only to clamp down on her neck, then soothe it with kisses. His thumb circled her clit at a maddening pace, too slow to come, but too fast to focus on anything else. The two fingers inside her pumped in and out…exploring.

Logan caressed her pussy in a way no man had ever bothered before. He was on the hunt, and he didn’t seem like the type to go home empty-handed. He would find what he was looking for. She could bank on it.

The slow grind against her ass coupled with his wicked fingers was a magical combination. The spell shattered when everything stopped. Logan froze…she whimpered. The only sounds to follow were the distant crash of the waves and the neon buzz coming from the front of the building until he brought his lips against her cheek and spoke.

“Answer the question. Does it matter?”

Ugh, you infuriating man. Why does it matter to you if it matters to me? I’m the one who should be put off by it, not you. As she was fuming to herself, she realized it didn’t matter. She wanted him. He wanted her. They were adults. End of discussion.

“No, it doesn’t matter. Now…please…move.” January needed to come. She would’ve said anything to get him to continue, however, what she said was the truth. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like they were building a life together; they were fucking, plain and simple. Or they would be, if he would just move…something.

“Good girl,” he praised and licked the side of her face. It was a surprisingly hot thing to do…strange but sexy. He tracked tiny kisses over her ear, eye, and cheek, even the side of her nose.

His face pulled back with a wicked grin. “For the record, I haven’t slept with anyone since coming here, so Rabbit, get ready for a long,” he ground his erection into her ass and brought his face back to the side of hers, “hard.” This time, it was a thrust from behind and his tongue entered her ear. “Night.”

January damn near came in her pants. Something about this man was unreal. The manly lumberjackesque scent of him, like woods, hard work, and testosterone was a sensory aphrodisiac. Ramping up her libido yet another notch was the smell and sounds of the ocean and…Wait, ocean? January’s open eyes finally focused, and her brain started processing the sights and sounds, other than Logan.

Oh, God, what am I doing? Anyone can happen by and see us. As much as that kind of turned her on, which was disturbing, it also turned her off. Okay, not off, but it was definitely putting a damper on the whole vibe.

Logan must’ve sensed her hesitation. “Where did you go, baby girl?”

“Logan, we can’t…not here…someone might see.”

“Stop worrying. Ruger won’t come out until last call, which by my estimate, is still twenty minutes. I heard the jukebox fire up just a bit ago. He thinks you’re still changing, and I gave him a nod when I exited in front so he has no idea we’re back here.”

“But…what about other people? Customers or—”

“Stop worrying.” Logan removed his hand from her pants and used the other at her arms to pull her back from the wall slightly, directing her attention with the hold at her arms. “There, dumpster. There, protected sea oats—no one dares trespass. There, private beach. There, wall.”

With that, he returned her to her previous position. “Now, do you want to come before we head back to my place or not? Because if you do, stop thinking, start feeling, and get ready to scream my name so loud, everyone between here and Destin will need to fire up a smoke.”

“Fuck.” She breathed and relaxed her cheek back against the building where the door met the wall.

Logan released her arms with a command not to move them and slid both hands down her hips, catching the waistband with his thumbs, and dragging them down as he followed. He tugged back on them. Knowing what he wanted by that action, January repositioned her body so she was slightly bent over. Arms folded and locked at her back, cheek still against the wall, legs spread as far as her leggings would allow from just above her knees, and ass kicked back far enough she felt the breeze against her exposed lady bits.

When he was face-to-face with her ass, he bit the right cheek, licked it, and then spoke, his breath creating a delayed sensation of hot and cool, pain and pleasure. “I have been wanting to do that since the first time I saw this juicy peach in that little school-girl skirt.”

Before she had a chance to react to his actions or his statement, his tongue slid across her wet lips. Front to back, repeat, lingering and devouring her clit. It finally registered that he was behind her but tonguing her like he had his face buried from the front. Her brain was slow to process how that was even possible with the amazing sensations flooding her body. When it finally hit her, her knees gave out, but Logan’s grip on her hips kept her upright.

“Holy shit, he must be related to Gene fucking Simmons.” The vibrations from his chuckle rippled up her body, sending torrents of pleasure coursing through her. She should have been embarrassed that he’d heard her, but she wasn’t. Instead, she laughed a bit to herself. Double digits and the tongue of a rock god. I’ve hit the ride and hide jackpot. The blow and go lotto. The sleeve and leave—

“Oh, God…fuck…shit…Logan.” January was screaming random words into the night as his tongue…his tongue, hit that spot inside that made her stupid. One hand slid around her hip and pressed against her clit and started to grind. She just had a toe over the peak, ready to come like she had never come before, and Logan did something that would make her orgasm epic.

His tongue left her grasping body, slithered backward and upward. He maintained the pressure and pace with his finger, allowing her to start rocketing with bliss, but when his hot tongue started circling her ass, she shot off like a cannon.

Logan didn’t let up either. He kept his hand and tongue working her from both sides until her orgasm finally subsided.

January was panting harder than if she’d just run a marathon in record time. As the ecstasy ebbed, a touch of embarrassment finally set in.

Oh, my God, I just had my ass eaten against the back of a strip club…and I loved every second of it.

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