Dreaming of You (8 page)

“Hmmm, kinda took out the curb there.”

“Yeah.” I laughed. “I’ve been told I’m not a very good driver, but I’ve never been in a wreck.”

I sped up, passing a huge Lincoln, and pulled over into the right-hand lane. The guy honked at me. I stuck my hand up and gave him the finger. “Fuck off!”

Logan looked over at me with wide eyes. I smiled at him as I closed in on the car in front of me. “Today, granny!” I threw a hand in the air. I swung over into the left lane and had to slam on the brakes as the light changed. “Jesus Christ, if that dumb-ass bitch hadn’t been driving so damn slow.” The lady’s car pulled up next to ours and I shot her a nasty look. Logan began slowly pulling his seat belt on as the lights changed, and I sped off down the street, pointing different things out to him. “Oh fuck, I need to turn here,” I said, coming up on an intersection. I glanced into my passenger-side mirror and sharply pulled the car over two lanes and began rounding the corner, listening to someone honk their horn at me. “Go to hell, you fucking whore!”

“Exactly how far away is your house?” Logan asked, cautiously.

“Not far,” I answered, grinning. “Why?”

“No reason.” He grabbed ahold of the “oh shit” bar on the dashboard as I switched lanes.

I passed the car in my way and switched back, shaking my head. “The people in this fucking town can’t drive for shit.”

“I-I can see that.”

“Get the hell outta my way, bitch. For the love of God.” I sailed through a yellow light, turning abruptly as my tires squealed. I was chattering away, pointing out antique stores, historic buildings, and restaurants.

“Jesus!”

“What…what?” I asked.

“You almost hit that guy on a bike.”

“Where?” I asked, looking around.

Logan reached over and put his hands on the wheel. “God, you almost sideswiped that car!”

“I saw it,” I said matter-of-factly. I turned off onto my street, went down a couple of blocks, and pulled into my driveway. “We’re here.”

“Thank fucking God!” Logan looked me over. “Road rage, anyone?”

“What?”

“You aren’t a bad driver.”

I smiled at him, crinkling up my nose.

“Bad doesn’t begin to cover it.” He unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door. “How the hell did you even get a license?”

I looked at him for a second and burst out laughing. “You’re so funny.” I popped the trunk and got out of the driver’s seat, then made my way to the back of the car. Logan followed suit and took one of the bags from me, shaking his head.

“I’m
still
trying to figure out how many points you racked up back there with that string of expletives flying out of your mouth.”

“Well…they can’t hear me.” I closed the trunk. “And karma points don’t count…when you’re in moving vehicles.”

“Now you’re just making shit up as you go along, aren’t you?”

I looked at him with my best wide-eyed innocent routine. “Ya-huh.”

He looked at me, shook his head, and shrugged.

As he followed me along the cobblestone path to my front door, I heard, “Mmm, mmm, mmm, damn, baby, but that is one fine ass. I’ve missed that ass.”

I smiled and turned around to look at him and tripped over a cobblestone. I stumbled forward but managed to keep myself from falling.

“And so graceful too,” he said, laughing.

“Fuck you.” I felt my face burn.

He pressed up against me as I fumbled for the keys. “If you insist.”

“Damn, boy.” I could feel his hard-on through his pants. “Somebody’s an eager beaver.”

I slid the key into the lock, and he began to nibble on my neck. “Um, this isn’t LA, Logan.” I looked around to see if any of my neighbors were watching.

“Then I suggest you get that door open,” he demanded.

I went to turn the key, and he reached down and ran his hand over my ass and squeezed, causing me to jump. I heard a little
ping
noise and looked down. “Shit! I broke the fucking key off in the door.”

He started to laugh as I struggled to find the amusement in the situation. “This is so not funny.”

He set down his bag and bent down. “Here, let me look at it.”

“I guess I could call Finn,” I pondered, flipping open my cell phone.

“Maybe not,” he said with a serious look. “There’s still a piece of the key sticking out.” He turned and unzipped his carry-on and pulled out what looked like a pocketknife.

“What are you gonna do, threaten the door?”

He looked up at me as he sort of flipped it around and it turned into a pair of pliers. My mouth fell open as he clamped it onto what was left of the key and carefully turned it, unlocking the door.

“Baby, that was so butch!”

“That turned you on, didn’t it?” he asked, looking at me with a cocky smile.

“In more ways than you could ever know,” I said, all too seriously.

He slowly pulled out what was left of the key and pushed open the door. We dragged his bags inside, dropped them on the floor, and went for one another. He reached out with his hand, swinging until he got ahold of the door, and pushed it shut.

“Don’t you want a tour?” I asked between kisses.

“Later.” He walked me backward toward the couch.

“Wait…not out here, Finn could walk in anytime.”

“Down the hall?” he asked, covering my mouth with his and untucking my shirt.

I managed a grunt and ran my hands over his chest as he turned us and waddled in that general direction. I kicked off my sandals as he ran us into the wall, the corner of which went right into my back.

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

“No prob…” I tried to get out before he covered my mouth again. Once again we were moving. I got his belt undone, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as he pulled my arms up to yank off my shirt, tossing it behind him to land where it may. His large hands seemed to be covering every inch of my body all at once. I shoved my hand down his pants and he moaned as he began fumbling with my belt. I reached out with my free hand and grabbed onto the molding around my bedroom door.

“Here,” I moaned.

He turned and pinned me up against the bedroom door, and I pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips. He started grinding up against me as I blindly fumbled for the door handle. I found it and turned the knob. The door popped open, and we fell back and landed roughly against the hardwood floor.

“Fuck, that hurt.” We both started laughing. He had a red mark on his forehead where he’d bumped it on the floor, and I could already feel a bruise forming on my elbow.

“I have a feeling I’m going to be extremely sore tomorrow.”

“I’d be personally offended if you weren’t.” He arched his eyebrows as he grabbed onto me and rolled us out of the doorway. Reaching out with his foot, he caught the edge of the door and pushed it closed.

I pulled myself off him and stood up. “Fancy moves.”

“Thanks.” He sat up and pulled my pants down, allowing me to step out of them. He put his hands on my legs and reached out with the tip of tongue and licked the glistening head of my dick. My body twitched as his hot mouth covered it, then slowly ran down over the shaft, licking and sucking. His full lips looked so good wrapped around my cock, and I let out a moan, weaving my fingers into his hair. He pulled his mouth away and I felt cool air running over my wet dick.

“Baby, you taste so sweet.” He licked his lips as I grabbed his hand and helped pull him up.

I ran my eyes over him, marveling over every inch of his hard, muscled body. His smooth, hairless chest, the perfectly formed abs that ran down to form the V-shaped pelvis. My mouth watered at the sight of him. I’d jerked off so many times over the past months thinking about his body and the exquisite things he could do with it. He sat on the bed and started untying his black army-looking boots.

“And why in the hell did you wear lace-up boots?” I asked, reaching down and working on the other one.

“’Cause they look cool,” he stated, smiling from ear to ear, causing me to go weak in the knees.

I pulled off his boot and yanked off his jeans and briefs. “My God, you’re sexy.”

He stopped and looked me in the eyes. He reached out with his hand and ran it down my cheek, cupping my chin with his hand. “I love you, Aden Ingle.”

“You do?” I asked, shocked by the words he just confessed to me.
Christ, I could live in those eyes
. “Well, I love you, Logan Price.”

He pulled me up onto the bed on top of him, and we slowly began kissing one another. My head was swimming from his declaration. I hadn’t expected to hear “I love you,” and I certainly hadn’t intended on saying it. Finding it difficult to breathe or concentrate with his warm, naked skin rubbing against mine, I let go of all my thoughts. His tongue slowly moved into my mouth as I ran my fingers through his soft hair. We were grinding our hard cocks into one another as his hands slowly made their way down my back and slid over my ass. He massaged the cheeks softly as his mouth pressed harder onto mine.

“Logan,” I screamed out as he pulled my ass open with his hands and ran a finger over my hole.

He rolled us over so he was on top, and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. His cock ground into mine and our precum began lubing us up with hot friction. He released my mouth as he kissed down my cheek and moved to my ear, lightly nibbling. I thought I would explode from the sensation of his warm breath in my ear. “I want you so bad it hurts,” he whispered in a deep, raspy voice.

I reached up under a pillow and pulled out condoms and lube. “Fuck me, now,” I demanded as I shoved the tube in his hand.

His hair was sticking to his moist forehead as he smiled, looking down at me. “Mmmm,” he moaned deeply, “we have lots of time.” He moved down and took one of my nipples into his hot mouth.

“Please, Logan”—I ripped open the condom—“I need you inside me…please.”

He raised his face to look me in the eyes. He kissed me gently, lightly licking and nipping my lower lip with his teeth. He lifted himself up onto his knees, and I sat up and slid the condom over his beautiful hard cock as he squeezed some lube into his hands. I fell back onto the bed and he began rubbing the lube over my hole. He started to slip in a finger, and I groaned. “No, Logan, you…I want you inside me.”

He slicked up my cock with lube and squeezed more into his hand before tossing the tube aside. I closed my eyes and could hear the wet noises as he ran his hand over his dick. He grabbed my legs and lifted me up slightly as he placed them over his shoulders, kissing and lightly licking my calves. I took in a sharp breath as I felt the large head push through the tight muscle. He let out a low grumbling moan as he slowly but continuously slid himself all the way inside me. I let out the air I’d been holding in my lungs when I felt his pelvis press against my ass. He let my legs fall off his shoulders as he leaned down and grabbed me behind the neck, pulling me up to press his wet mouth onto mine. He roughly shoved his tongue into my mouth as he gently pumped my ass, massaging my prostate.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders and let out a long groan, feeling my eyes roll back into my head. He pulled his mouth off mine and I slid a hand down over his hard chest to twist and pull his nipple with my fingers. He pushed me back down onto the bed and grabbed my legs behind the knees, forcing them down into my chest. He pumped steadily in and out, and I whispered, “Yes,” biting my lower lip as my face contorted in agony and ecstasy.

“Aww, Christ.” Logan pulled himself out of me and got up onto his knees.

“What’s wro…?” I started to ask as he grabbed me by the thighs and flipped me over as if I weighed nothing at all.

“I’m sorry”—he yanked me up on my hands and knees—“but if I keep glancing down at you with that look on your face, I’m gonna lose it completely.”

He shoved his knees between my legs, pushing them apart, and I let out a slightly evil laugh, realizing I drove him as crazy as he drove me. I gasped as I heard a smack and felt a warm tingling sensation rush over my left ass cheek.