Page 73 of Logan
“That’s right, say it a few more times, it might start to sound believable.”
“That whole claiming thing is a tad misogynist, don’t you think?”
“It’s no different to a long-term relationship, or a marriage. The man is as much claimed to her as she is to him,” I say.
“It’s ridiculous.”
“Not so ridiculous when you were ridin’ my cock and submittin’ to me at every turn.”
Her lips part and I smile to myself. “I never submitted.”
“No?”
She shifts in her seat. We both know Payden is a spitfire in the bedroom, but I also know she likes me taking control. “No.”
“I beg to differ, sweetheart, and the next time you need to take your mind off things, all you gotta do is ask.”
I make a pact right now, as much as my blue balls scream at me, that I won’t do shit until she begs me for it.
She folds her arms over her chest. I notice she does that a lot when she’s getting ready for a showdown. A defense mechanism, I’m sure, but it’s hot all the same.
“Like you weren’t begging me for it,” she fires back as if reading my mind. “You couldn’t stop thinking about me.”
“Not gonna deny that, Angel. Once I had a taste of that sweet pussy, I knew I wanted more.”
“Jesus,” she mutters. “Subtle.”
I keep having flashbacks about us fucking on the bar. Goddamn that was hot. Now we’re forced together in this situation, I don’t mind putting my hand up for more of whatever she’s dishing out.
Angry sex can be good sex, too.
“Just don’t cause trouble.”
She coughs. “Seriously?”
“I mean it. When Star came down here, she gave the boys a mouthful, and while some of them thought it was hilarious, Bane didn’t appreciate the lip,” I say.
“Bane sounds like a whole boat load of fun,” she sighs. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
Jealousy snags at me because Bane is a ladies’ man. He gets all the chicks, they flock to him, not just because he’s an MC Prez, but he has a ‘baby face’ according to the women at the club. I don’t see it, but that’s just me.
“So, you gonna behave?”
“Oh, you don’t wanna see me when I misbehave, Loges.”
I grind my teeth at the nickname. “You know, I’m storin’ up spanks every time you use that word.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
I chuckle. “Clearly you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
Just thinking about her bending over my lap, like she didn’t want me to spank that perky little ass, has me rock hard.
“Clearly you’re delusional.”
“That’s how you thank your rescuer?”
She’s quiet for a second. “You’d just leave me there to fend for myself? I don’t think so.”
