Page 24 of 21 Week Hiatus

My eyes shift to Logan briefly before I shake my head and answer airily. “Nope, I’m completely unattached.”

“How is that possible?” Leo asks, his voice full of wonder as he leans in closer, his hand reaching up to boldly comb through my hair with his fingers. I can't help but notice how soft and smooth his touch is, and how easily the strands glide through his grasp. His eyes widen in amazement as he studies the movement of my hair. “How has no one locked down a gorgeous woman like you?”

I shrug my shoulder nonchalantly, trailing my fingers lightly up my bare thigh as I cross my legs. “I'm just not the relationship type,” I say, my tongue playing with the straw in my drink. “I prefer the freedomand exhilaration that comes with being unattached. I can do what I want, with whoever I want, whenever I want.” My words are confident and self-assured as I meet Leo's gaze through lowered lashes.

The smirk on his face turns into a full-on grin, showing off his perfectly straight teeth. They're almost blinding in their perfection, and I find myself momentarily envious. Over Leo’s shoulder I notice Logan and the floozy hanging off him walking over to the bar. Our eyes meet as he approaches, and I notice them darken when I playfully swirl my tongue around my straw. A rush of excitement thunders through me in response.

“I can totally relate. And I must admit that I do find a girl who is assertive undeniably attractive. And you're checking off all of my boxes, baby girl.”

My gaze shifts back to Logan behind him, watching as he tucks a strand of the woman’s hair—who is standing with her back to me—behind her ear. Logan has that wicked grin on his face, likely whispering something dirty in her ear while staring directly at me. I can't help but feel a surge of jealousy, knowing just how skilled he is at talking dirty. And from the way the woman’s legs are trembling in her bright red stilettos, I can guess that his words are having the desired effect. I can bet my life she's just as turned on as I am right now.

“Mm, I am pleased to hear that, but I should warn you I am a tough girl to please. I’ll make you work for it. Are you certain you’re up to the challenge?”

“Honey, I live for challenges. Why don’t I take you back to my place and I’ll demonstrate just how confident I am in my abilities to pleasure you. I’ll have you coming so hard your legs will be shaking.”

My legs? Not that promising when Logan has my goddamn soul shaking with every orgasm that he fucks out of me.

A primal desire surges through me as my body quivers in anticipation. My muscles ache for the touch of Logan’s skin against mine, and I could feel my arousal building with each passing second. But as much as I crave him, a seed of frustration was growing within me. I lean back from Leo, placing my drink on the bar with a determined thud. “Let mepowder my nose before we go,” I say sultrily, sliding off the bar stool. My eyes lock with Logan’s once more, the intensity between us practically igniting the air around us. With one last nod from Leo, I turn and make my way towards the bathroom, purposely brushing my body against his crotch as I passed by. I smirk when I hear him suck in a sharp breath.

I smirk as I pass by Logan who is watching me fixedly. I make sure my shoulder brushes his as I pass by him. Shit, the heat and electricity that sparks between us is almost unbearable, but I know it’s only a taste of what’s to come later tonight.

Once I reach the bathroom, I find it empty and quickly close myself in. My heart is pounding in my chest as I lean against the door, trying to catch my breath. The cool air causes a shiver to run up my body, and I can feel the dampness between my legs. My silk panties are soaked, and my core is throbbing for some much-needed attention.

With a heavy sigh, I make my way over to the elegant vanity mirror, my reflection staring back at me. My cheeks are flushed with a rosy hue; a hint of excitement and anticipation of what’s to come lingers in the air around me. The red lipstick I had carefully applied earlier leaves a vibrant stain on my lips, adding a touch of seduction to my overall appearance. I run my fingers through my hair, noticing the slight curl at the ends from where I’d been twirling it absentmindedly. A slight smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as my mind recalls the heated looks Logan and I shared.

I can’t remember a time I have ever felt like this. My entire being is thrumming. As though every single one of my nerves is sparking with exhilaration. Every breath I take feels charged and alive, and I am overcome with an intense sense of excitement that courses through my veins like wildfire.

The door opens behind me, and my gaze instinctively shifts to see who has walked in. My breath hitches in my throat as I lock eyes with a pair of striking silver orbs. My throat goes dry, and I swallow against the aridity while Logan stands by the door, emanating an intense and brooding aura that instantlyfills the room.

I turn towards him, pressing myself against the smooth black countertop as he moves closer. My eyes quickly roam over his seductive form, raising my eyebrow and moistening my lips before I speak. The fruity mocktail I've been sipping on leaves a lingering sweetness on my tongue. “Are you lost, Mr. Peirce?” I ask with a sultry tone, locking eyes with him and swaying my right leg back and forth.

Logan nibbles on his bottom lip, never breaking eye contact as he observes me carefully. “No, Wildfire,” he responds, closing the distance between us with each step. “I'm exactly where I want to be,” he asserts, his tone deep and saturated with unruly longing. “It’s so fucking arousing watching someone else want you.” My head tips back so I can gaze into his eyes as he looms over me with his brawny physique. “Knowing you’re all mine and only I get to be the one to fuck you.”

My lips curl in an impish grin as I gaze up at Logan. Lifting my left arm my fingers trace a slow path up his muscular chest, sending shivers through my body. And with my other hand, I reach for his hand and guide it between my legs, feeling the heat and desire building within me. A breathy moan escapes me as Logan's middle finger glides through my cleft, igniting the fire inside of me even more.

“This...” I gasp, unable to control the pleasure coursing through me, “is what watching you with that girl did to me.” The intensity between us grows as our bodies intertwine, fueled by the electric chemistry that has always drawn us together. “I should be beside myself with jealousy, but watching her…” I stop to moan when I rock my hips, grinding myself against his fingers, “desperately fawning all over you hoping to just get a taste of what’s mine and knowing it's my pussy you’re craving turned me on so fucking much.”

A fiery intensity ignites in Logan's gaze as he takes in my response. His eyes, the color of molten silver, blacken with unbridled lust and a low, primal growl rumbles from his chest. He runs his fingers through my wet folds, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from me. “In my mind,” I purr, leaning closer until my lips are grazing his, “I envisioned taking her back to our hotel just to have her watch while I ride and come all over your face.” A surge of heated desire radiates off of Logan as my wordshang between us. His eyes roll back, and I can taste the untamed want emanating from him like a tangible force.

“Jeezusfucking Christ, Savannah.” Logan rasps circling his fingers against my clit and drawing a breathy moan of pleasure from me. “You’re a savage little slut baby, and I’m fucking here for it,” he adds, nipping at my lower lip while his fingers continue to work my clit. I’m so turned on that each stroke is quickly pushing me closer to orgasm. “Fuck, just the thought of watching you with another girl makes me feral.” I smile against his lips, and press my hand against his throbbing erection, rubbing my palm over it and even with the thickness of his jeans I can feel how hard he is. Logan groans, his chest rises and falls heavily with every breath.

“Is that what you want, baby?” I respond with a moan of desire, playfully tracing the tip of my tongue along his perfect lips. Logan responds with a moan and opens his mouth, his own tongue meeting mine in a slow, sensual dance. “You want to watch us rub our wet pussies together?”

“Fuck.” Logan groans urgently, his hand moving to wrap around my neck, applying just enough pressure for me to take small breaths. “Yes, I want to watch you rub your clit against hers until both of you are screaming in pleasure and she's drenched in your delicious girl cum.”

Holy shit.

The ache and throbbing in my pussy is indescribable. I've never been with a girl before, never even considered it, but seeing how turned on Logan is at the idea of me being intimate with another woman is making me wetter and more aroused than ever before. It's tempting me to go through with it, just to satisfy this new desire within myself.

I mean, when in New York, right?

My head lulls back when Logan feeds two of his fingers inside me. “Uh, fuck, Logan.” I moan, biting down on my lip and rock my hips. “Do you think yourfriendwill go for it?”

“I’m not sureshewill. I got the vibe that she’s a little too prim to engage. Lucky for us, we’re in New York, baby.” Logan burrs as he drags histongue up my throat while pulling his fingers out and thrusting back in again, making me whimper audibly. “You say the word and if you want to get a little wet and wild, I know the perfect place to find an array of women that would love to fuck you.”

My mind and body are in a state of delirium, between Logan’s fingers and the fantasy of being with another woman I can feel my arousal seeping down my thighs. “Ah, yes, Daddy,” I cry out, gripping Logan’s broad shoulders as he drives his fingers into me faster and curling his fingers to stimulate my g-spot. “I want it.”

Logan draws his head back to look at me, “What do you want, Wildfire?” he rasps, brushing his nose over mine. “You want to come or do you want to be fucked by a woman?”

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