He stared at her wide-eyed. “You do?”

“Yeah. There’s only one thing I’d prefer over this.”

“What’s that?”

“That you had more than your finger inside me. Please tell me you have a condom with you.”

He grinned crookedly. He reached into his back pocket and produced a condom. He held it between two fingers to display it for her.

“I was hoping I’d need this today.”

“Show me how to put it on you,” she said, shifting on the seat so she could see what she was doing.

He knelt on the floorboard between her feet and reached for his fly.

“Let me,” she said. She really did want to learn how to turn him on. “Is it better if I unbutton these slowly and tease you, or just yank it open and plunge my hand in there as if I can’t wait to hold your hard penis in my hand?”

“Don’t call it that,” he said.

“What?”

“Penis. It sounds too . . . fifth-grade sex-ed.”

“What should I call it?”

“Dick.”

She shook her head. She didn’t like that word much.

“How about cock?”

“Okay,” she said. “Can I grab your hard cock now?” It felt strange to say the word. Strange and liberating. “I want your cock in my hand. In my . . . vagina.”

“Pussy. You want my hard cock deep in your pussy.”

She stepped it up a notch. “In my cunt.” Her face was flaming. Every inch of her on fire with excitement. Who knew being bad could feel so damned good?

He groaned. It was the only encouragement she needed.

Toni unfastened the button at his waist and then jerked the rest of his buttons open and reached in his open fly to free his cock. She held it loosely in both hands and stroked its length reverently.

“Oh. You’re so hard.” She tightened her grip and stroked him again.

He sucked a breath through his teeth.

She looked up at his face. He had one eye closed and his mouth open. She couldn’t tell if she was hurting him or annoying him or if he liked it.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked. “Show me.”

“You’re doing it perfectly,” he said. “I need you to stop, though, because I’m about to come. I’m not sure what it is about you that gets me so worked up so quickly. But just hearing you say the word cunt has me ready to nut all over your pretty face.”

She smiled. Her ability to excite him so thoroughly gave her an odd sense of empowerment. “Will you show me how to put the condom on you? I want you inside me now.” She paused and looked up at him uncertainly. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s definitely okay.”

He showed her how to tear open the package, slip the condom over his cockhead, pinch a reservoir at the tip, and unroll it down his shaft. When she had it in place, she looked up at him for approval.

“How was that?”

“You got the job done,” he said.

“Next time,” she said, “I’ll do it sexier.”

He practically tackled her to the bench seat. She tensed when she felt his cock probe her opening. Would it hurt again? Mentally, she knew it wasn’t supposed to hurt after that first time, but physically, her body remembered what if felt like for her tender tissues to give way to his hard flesh. He slid into her slowly, backing off several times and claiming her deeper with each forward thrust.

“Why are you doing that?” she asked.

“Doing what?”

“In and out like that.”

“I’m using your lubrication to make this easier, honey. If I just ram it in, it’ll hurt you.” He stroked her hair gently. “I want it to feel good for you this time.”

“It felt pretty good the first time,” she said.

He kissed her gently. “I know you’re lying. I hurt you. I won’t ever hurt you again. Unless you want to get a little rough. Do you like it rough?”

Rough? She wasn’t sure if she’d like rough, but how would she know unless she tried it? “Maybe. I don’t know. We’ll have to try it and see.”

Logan pulled back again and then buried himself to the hilt with one hard thrust.

“Oh!” she gasped. No pain at all, just a delightful sense of fullness.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes!”

“Then you like it rough.” He dropped his head to her shoulder and began to thrust his hips. Within seconds she was lost in a sea of pleasure. She strained against him, her fingers clinging to his hard chest, her legs tangling around his hips. Her back arched in complete surrender and she couldn’t stop herself from chanting his name.

“You feel so good,” he murmured into her neck. “So good, Toni. I need more time with you. More time. I want to fuck you slowly for hours.”

He grabbed one breast with his hand, pinching at her nipple with the same cadence as his thrusts. She only wished she was naked, so she could experience the full sensation.

“Later,” she promised. “We’ll take our time later.” Right now she liked the urgency and the passion that ignited quickly between them and threatened to explode.

Logan shifted and slid his free hand between her legs to stroke her clit while he thrust into her. Her fingers gripped the edge of the seat as her pleasure intensified.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back. Come for me.”

She didn’t know how to hold back. Or how to come for him. Everything her body was experiencing seemed completely involuntary to her. The throb between her thighs built into an intolerable ache. She writhed against his hand, until the building pleasure burst. Her body went taut and she cried out, shaking with bliss. Logan thrust deep and held himself buried within her, stroking her clit so fast as he came inside her that she couldn’t stop shaking. She forced her eyes open so she could watch his face as he found release. His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth dropped open as his entire body shuddered in ecstasy. She would love to see that pleasure-contorted face on a regular basis.

Logan’s hand went still and he collapsed. She held his weight against her, enjoying the solid feel of his body on hers. After he caught his breath, he pulled away to look down at her.

“I needed that,” he said. “Next time it will be all for your pleasure. I won’t let myself get so carried away.”

As if she was going to argue with that.

“And then the next time, you’ll teach me to suck your cock, right?” she said.

He groaned and wrapped both arms around her to give her an enthusiastic hug. “Woman, you’re going to get me hard again if you aren’t careful.”

Was that supposed to be some kind of warning? She took it as more of a challenge.

Eight

In the radio station’s sound booth, Logan tried to pay attention to the interview, but his gaze kept falling on Toni, who was concentrating on recording the interview for her book and jotting notes. She obviously wasn’t nearly as distracted by him as he was by her. Didn’t seem fair.

An elbow to his ribs turned his attention to the host, who was gazing at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. “I’m sorry, what was the question?” Logan asked.

“Are you still participating in freestyle motocross?”

“When I have time,” he said. He almost left it at that, but saw that Toni now had her undivided attention on him and looked interested in what he had to say. “I’ve been jumping and racing bikes since my teen years,” he said. “I still love that adrenaline rush. If the music career hadn’t worked out, I’d probably have had the opportunity to go pro.”

“Much as I’d like to see you do tricks on a dirt bike, I’m not the only one glad the music career did work out,” the host said.

Logan chuckled. “Oh, I’m glad too, but a guy needs something to fall back on.”

“He’s always been the daredevil of the group,” Dare said. “Last time he won a bet, he made us all go skydiving. Not my idea of a good time.”

“You had fun,” Logan said. “Don’t lie.”