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  The trip to her apartment seemed to take an eternity. As soon as the door was shut, they were wrapped in each other’s embrace. Walking backwards through the living room, Logan grabbed her t-shirt by the hem, and raised it over her head, tossing it on the couch as they made their way to the bedroom. He unhooked her bra, dropping it on the floor. Alana ran her hands up under his t-shirt feeling his tight muscles jerk beneath her touch. With his help, she managed to get his shirt off too, and tossed it in the trail of clothes leading to her room. By the time the back of Alana’s knees hit the bed, Logan was removing her shorts and panties.

  “Sit. Now. I can’t wait anymore,” he said, pushing her down on the edge of the bed. “I can’t wait to do obscene things to this hot little body of yours.” Leaning her back, he pulled the remainder of her clothes completely off, then stepped back to look at her. Devouring her with his eyes, he was utterly amazed at how hot Alana was. She laid back resting on her elbows, her long sun streaked hair flowing down her shoulders, her eyes glittering, hot with need. Bending her legs at the knees she propped her feet up on the edge of the bed, giving him a perfect view of her valley of sweetness. All he could think about was tasting that sweet nectar on his tongue.

  “Ohhh, yes, that’s what I’m talking about. I’ve been dying to taste you.” He ran his finger over her and down her slit. “And taste you I will.”

  Leaning over her, he kissed her lips, hard, so hard he knew they would swell. Alana didn’t seem to mind. She moaned as he left a trail of flames down her neck and collarbone with his lips and tongue before taking his sweet time circling around each sweet nipple. Her whole body was a buffet and he planned on tasting every morsel. She writhed beneath his touch, her breath nothing but short pants. Alana didn’t take her eyes off Logan and that’s just the way he wanted it.

  She couldn’t believe how sensual it was to watch him lick every inch of her body. Logan kept his eyes locked on hers, making little noises of appreciation. By the time he reached his destination, Alana was so wet she was dripping for him.

  He took a deep breath, inhaling her fragrance, “God, just your scent alone is an aphrodisiac. Look how hard my cock is, Alana.” He reached down and stroked himself, showing her his steel rod. Alana’s breath caught as a shiver ran down her spine. Logan was huge. She licked her lips, thinking how much she’d like to run her tongue up and down his shaft. He dipped his head between her legs, tracing his tongue ever so lightly from top to bottom.

  “Mm,” he hummed, dipping his tongue down deeper, tantalizing her clit with the tip of it.

  “OH MY GOD!” Alana cried.

  “You like that, baby? Me too,” he delved back in, raking his tongue back and forth. The sounds of him licking her wetness were intoxicating. “God, you taste so sweet. Like honey.”

  Clutching the sheets to keep from grabbing his head and plunging him deeper, her back arched off the bed. Logan continued his assault on her clit, adding two fingers inside her, pumping them knuckle deep. Unable to hold on any longer, the spasms began to hit her.

  He could feel Alana’s orgasm hit her. “That’s it baby, come for me, let me taste you coming!” Thrusting his tongue inside her, he felt her climax, and began circling her clit with his thumb.

  “Oh…God….Oh….God….LOGAN!” she screamed his name. Hearing his name made him feel victorious. He smiled and kissed her inner thigh, feeling her shiver while she tried to catch her breath.

  Logan rose up from between her legs licking her excess moisture from around his mouth. “My god, milk and honey never tasted so good.”

  Hungrily he made his way back up her body following the same path he took down. Alana’s stomach quivered at the touch of his lips, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath she took. As he made his way to her neck, she could feel his hard cock pressed into her thigh. Reaching for the condom he left on top of the nightstand, Logan ripped the package open. Rearing back on his haunches, he stroked himself again. “All for you, baby.” He grabbed one of her legs, propping it on his shoulder and rammed into her in one quick motion, filling Alana to the hilt. He looked down to see their bodies joined and it almost did him in.

  “Look at me, Alana,” he ground out, something primal in his voice. “Watch me take you. You’re all mine!”

  Those words were so possessive, she almost came just from hearing them. Logan pounded into her, and she met every thrust with a moan. Good lord, she never thought sex could be this good. She felt everything, every ridge on his cock, the mushroom head, everything was intensified. His hazel eyes had turned almost black with carnal desire as he hammered into her, sweat running from his face and pooling on her stomach. He nestled his sweaty face between her bouncing breasts mixing their sweat together, and it felt so erotic she lost it.

  “Harder, Logan, harder!” she panted.

  “God!” he roared. That’s all he needed. He had been afraid he would hurt her. She was so petite, he was holding back. Her request unleashed him, and he gave her everything he had. When he felt her walls trying to hold him in, he rubbed her clit with his fingers, just as hard as he was pounding into her. They both screamed as they climaxed and he slumped on top of her, barely able to keep his entire weight off her.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  “I cannot believe you’ve talked the girls into going to a titty bar!” Logan was not a happy camper.

  “It’s not a titty bar man, it’s a Gentleman’s Club.”

  “Gentleman’s Club my ass! Titties are titties, man. This just ain’t right. Is Becky okay with this?”

  “Okay with it? Man, this was her idea. You keep thinking the worst of me, buddy, keep thinking it.” Dusty looked almost hurt.

  “Why in the hell would Becky want to go to a strip club?”

  “She’s a sick, perverted woman, man, and that’s why I lo…uh…like her.” Dusty thought he was slick. Logan knew better. He’d known Dusty for a long time, never seeing him with the same woman twice.

  “Whatever. I have a bad feeling about this, down in my gut.”

  “Would you chill the fuck out. Dude, you used to have a sense of adventure, what the hell happened?”

  “Adulthood, jackass!” Logan smacked Dusty on the back of the head. “You should try it sometime.”

  Dusty rubbed the back of his head, “Not if it’s gonna turn me in to some tight ass, fun police, asshole like you. Damn son, put a lump of coal up your ass, you’d have a diamond in a week!”

  “Let’s go get this shit over with. Taking my girl to a damn titty bar. I must be out of my mind.” Logan just shook his head as they left the hotel room and headed to the parking lot to meet Alana and Becky.

  * * * * * * * *

  The parking lot was packed. Neon pictures of pin-up girls were on fifty foot signs. They could hear the music’s bass booming from the building.

  “This is gonna be good, sugar, real good.” Becky had a devil-made-me-do-it gleam in her eye.

  “That look scares the hell out me, sweetheart” Dusty pulled her closer under his arm.

  “What look?”

  “Uh huh, who you trying to fool?” he kissed the top of her head as they walked toward the door. Logan just couldn’t get used to this. Dusty? Showing true affection to a woman? One he had already gotten the goods from at that. Will wonders never cease?

  They walked in the club, music blaring, pink and blue lights flashing. Waitresses with black fish net stockings, hot pink short shorts and skin tight mid-drift tops were buzzing around everywhere with round black trays in their hands. Each cocktail tray had blue neon lights that circled the outer rim of the tray. It was a packed house.

  “Why the hell is this placed packed with women?” The look on Dusty’s face was priceless.

  “Well,” Becky grinned, “tonight is ladies night.”

  “Ladies night?” then they s
aw the sign. Ladies Night, Featuring the Male Revue: All drinks half off for the ladies.

  “What the hell? Honey, you ain’t seriously thinking I’m gonna go watch these jokers jump around with their johnsons in their hands, do ya?” His serious expression had them all doubled over in laughter.

  “Dusty, this is a Gentleman’s Club. I don’t think their johnsons will be on display.” Alana touched his arm, laughing.

  “Yeah, come on buddy, it’s not that bad,” Logan mocked, slapping him on the back with a grin and pushing him forward.

  “Dammit,” he dropped his head in defeat. “Should’ve listened to that gut of yours, buddy.”

  “Hey, this was not my idea, remember?” Logan held his hands up in surrender. They all laughed, except Dusty, looking like a little boy who had lost his favorite toy.

  They made their way through the crowd to a small round table by the stage with a reserved sign in the middle.

  “Uh, Becky, this one is reserved,” Alana said, pointing at the sign.

  “Yep, Harris, table for four, that’s us.” She smiled, amused at the group.

  “Girl, you are so bad.”

  “Hey, these jokers are supposed to put on a good show. I didn’t want us to miss a thing.”

  They sat down and motioned for a well-endowed blonde waitress. The waitress took their drink orders, and briskly walked away. Dusty tried to avoid looking at anything with boobs, which was obviously torture, but Becky didn’t seem to mind. He kept his hands on her.

  Logan looked miserable, like he might be in physical pain. Alana leaned close to his ear “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”

  “No, I’m feeling fine. I’m just not comfortable with this.” He really wasn’t feeling fine. He still had a bad feeling in his gut. They had already had one dispute today, and he wasn’t sure they could handle another. Pretty sure his green eyed monster was still fairly close to the surface, he had to be on good behavior tonight.

  She giggled, “Me neither, but loosen up and try to have fun, okay?” She kissed him, slowly and passionately until she saw desire building in his eyes.

  “Now the party’s picking up,” he teased, pulling her in for a deeper kiss.

  “No, no, no! No hanky panky,” she shook her forefinger at him.

  “That’s not what you were saying earlier, love,” he grinned.

  Hearing him call her love made her tummy do a flip flop, and that sexy as hell grin tore her up. Perfectly straight, white teeth, and only one dimple on his right cheek. It was the cutest damn dimple she had ever seen. She was definitely in trouble.

  “No, I wasn’t, and I won’t be tonight either.”

  “Okay, enough of that you two. It’s time! Let the fun begin!” Becky whirled her hands around like a magician, and two strippers came strutting up to their table. A redhead in purple satin boy shorts and a perky rack kicked Dusty’s legs apart and flipped her hair in his face, while a leggy brunette in a skimpy black and white French maid skirt bent over grabbed her ankles, looked over her shoulder at Logan, and shook her ass for all it was worth. Va Va Boom by Nicki Minaj, was playing while the girls were putting on a fantastic show.

  Logan kept his hands under his thighs and tried to keep his eyes on Alana. He tried to pretend he wasn’t enjoying himself, but she knew better. Dusty on the other hand was living it up.

  “That’s it, girl, shake that ass!!” he howled, while slipping a bill in the money band around her thigh close to the edge of her tight purple shorts.

  Becky and Alana were having a blast. Alana didn’t know what she would think of this escapade that Becky had conjured up, but she was enjoying seeing Logan squirm in his seat. Knowing there was no touching allowed, helped put her mind at ease as well, but seeing that he only had eyes for her made her moist with desire for him. She watched as the dancer grinded her hips, sucked on her fingers and dragged her hair down the front of Logan’s chest.

  When the dance was over, the girls blew the guys a kiss and sashayed back the way they had come in. “Damn, baby, you know how to make a man happy,” Dusty said, pulling Becky into is lap.

  “Is that all it takes?” she laughed, licking his lips and kissing him.

  “Hell naw, but it’s a start.”

  The male dancers put on a fabulous show. They did skits as officers, construction workers and even a hip hop skit. Alana and Becky screamed so much, they lost their voice. Logan and Dusty had a good time despite themselves. The highlight of the show was when Becky was pulled on stage for the cowboy skit, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy. Logan had never seen Dusty as fired up as he was at this moment. Dusty walked to the edge of the stage, crossed his arms over his chest and stood there shaking his head. Logan bent over laughing at his longtime friend.

  “Man, you got it bad, don’t you?” he slapped Dusty on the back and squeezed his shoulder. “I never thought I’d see the day Dusty Richards was bit by the love bug.” Logan thought it was hilarious.

  “Love bug? My ass!” he said looking repulsed. “Do you like people putting their hands on your food before you eat it?”

  “Come on my friend, let’s get you outta here.” Logan thought maybe it was the alcohol creating the green eyed monster. He had seen Dusty in action and knew once he was on a roll, there were no stopping him.

  He leaned over in Alana’s ear, “Hey sweetheart, we’re going to go on and head toward the car. You want to get Becky and meet us there?”

  “If I can tear her away from these cowboys,” she laughed. Becky was having a blast, Alana hadn’t seen her this happy in so long.

  “Hey, these cowpokes have invited us to an after party, what do you think?”

  “I think the guys are waiting for us by the car, and by the way Dusty was looking at those cowpokes, we probably better get him as far away as possible.”

  Alana could see the war going on in her friend’s eyes. Surprising, she had thought Becky only had eyes for Dusty? Maybe she was wrong.

  “Hey, if you want to stay, stay.” Becky just looked at Alana indecisively. “You’re not married to the guy, Becks, you’re just having fun, right?”

  Becky just whimpered and stomped her foot. “Dammit, I hate making decisions.” She took one last look at the cowpokes, waved goodbye, and pushed Alana toward the door, “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

  “Okay, but only if you’re sure,” Alana chuckled.

  “Just go!” Becky barked.

  They met the guys by the car. Dusty looked like he was ready to explode. He was leaning up against the car, his arms were crossed over his heaving chest, and his eyes were blood shot. He never took his eyes off Becky as she walked toward him. Logan stood there looking amused. His smile took Alana’s breath away.

  “What bug crawled up your ass?” Becky asked Dusty when they finally reached the car. She leaned back, mimicking his stance.

  “What the fuck, Beck?” he asked, lowering his arms to his sides with clenched fists.

  “What?” she asked innocently.

  “What the fuck ever, I’m outta here!!” he threw up his hands and started walking away.

  “Dusty, wait up!” Logan called after his friend. “Let me calm his dumb ass down, and I’ll meet you at your room, okay?” he said to Alana.

  “Okay,” she raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him quickly. Logan jogged off after Dusty leaving the girls standing there alone.

  “What is his problem?” Becky asked Alana.

  “Really?” Alana just rolled her eyes. “I just had to drag you away from a room full of male strippers. Maybe he’s a little hurt and pissed?”

  Becky just shook her head. “Unbelievable,” she said.

  “Yeah, unbelievable,” Alana said, looking at her friend judgingly.

  “What!” Becky said, rais
ing her arms and shrugging her shoulders. “Like you said, we’re not married! I was just having fun, I thought he was too.”

  “You provoked him and you know it,” Alana said, pointing her finger at her friend. Just then her phone rang.

  “Hold on, we’re not finished,” she said, fishing her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. “Hello.”

  It was Matt Gentry. “Hey gorgeous, you ready for some news?”

  “No way, she got a heart?”

  “Hell yes, she got a heart!” Matt sounded so happy. “Mom said you wanted to know and to call you.”

  “I’m on my way now. This is such great news Matt.”

  “I know,” he said, she could hear the smile on his face.

  “What was that about?” Becky asked.

  “Sheila’s heart came, they’re prepping her for surgery.

  “So lover boy called you?”

  “Sheila had him call. I told her to call me no matter what time it was. And he’s not lover boy!” she shook her head. “What is wrong with you?”

  “Hell, I don’t know. Dusty has me tore up. I know this isn’t supposed to mean anything, we’ve both made it clear that we’re just having fun, but hell, he can’t go getting tore up because I was having fun.” She dropped her head, digging for her keys. “I mean, hell, I paid to have some chick rub her ass all over him.” Clicking the fob on the remote, they climbed into the car.

  “Maybe it’s more than fun to him?” she rubbed Becky’s arm. “Maybe it’s more than fun for you too?”

  Becky looked suddenly startled “I don’t know about that my friend. But, damn can that man dance in the sheets. I’m not ready to give that up,” she chuckled.

  “Well, you need to stop pissing him off then! Come on, let’s get to the hospital.”

  They climbed into the car, and headed toward the hospital.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  On the way to the hospital, Alana sent Logan a text to the number he had entered in to her phone, just before the battery alarm sounded: