“Not an option.” There’s finality in his tone.
I debate for a moment, then tell Logan to hold on for a minute. I sneak into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall. Tearing off my shirt, I unhook my bra and snap a selfie, then I send it to Logan.
“Crap, hold on, someone texted me… fuck… you’re so damn sexy.” He comes back on the line and I hear some wrestling like he’s situated himself. “Don’t mind me beating off to you right now. Wanna talk dirty to me?”
“Tell me what you’re doing with your hand,” I say, putting my bra and T-shirt back on. I don’t have the freedom, in a public bathroom, to do what he is.
“I’m fisting myself right now, pumping slowly and staring at your delicious tits that I’m going to be motorboating next time I see you.”
“I look forward to it.” No man has ever made me feel more wanton than Logan.
“Shit, your skin looks so smooth and silky. I imagine my hands running around your waist and my fingers pinching your nipples, how your back arches as though you’re offering them to me. Now my mouth is on them. I’m nibbling on your nipples and your fingers are tugging on my hair because you want me to stay there.”
I close my eyes and lean back against the stall door, imagining the scene unfolding. “I take you into my palm, squeezing your hard cock and pumping you up and down. My thumb runs your precum around the tip and then I fall to my knees. You groan and turn my head so I’m looking at you while I open my mouth and push you inside. I swirl my tongue over your tip, and you buck into my mouth.”
“Fuck, Nikki, don’t stop,” he says like he’s on the edge.
“I bring you all the way to the back of my throat and you reach down, grabbing a hold of my tits, pushing them together, and pinching my nipples. God, it feels good, and soon I take my hands off you, putting them on your ass to drive you in and out of my hot, wet mouth. Oh fuck, Log.” I pant, my hand diving into my pants and sliding under my panties.
“Now I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re gonna black out.”
I close my eyes tighter, and my body goes rigid, waiting for the release.
“My dick slides between your folds and damn, you’re soaked from wanting me.”
“I’m so wet,” I say.
“Hmm… next time send a picture of that.” He doesn’t pause for long. “My dick slides into you and you sigh from the satisfaction.”
“Faster,” I say.
“I’m going faster. I shift onto my back and you take control, straddling me, and position the tip of my cock at your entrance. Then you’re riding me and I’m grabbing your tits. You’re screaming, I’m shouting, skin is smacking.”
“Don’t stop,” I tell him.
“I’m driving in and out so hard, then I put my finger on your clit and I run circles around it. Come on, baby, come for me,” he says, and I do.
“Nikki, you in here?” someone calls out.
My phone falls out of my hand—right into the toilet.
Damn it. I hope he finished before I dropped the phone. Fingers crossed that Mandi has some rice in her kitchen I can throw my phone in, otherwise I’ll have to make a run into Greywall tomorrow to get a new one.
I pull my phone out of the toilet and leave the stall to find Ethel standing there with her hands on her hips. “Your cheeks are flushed, dear, are you feeling okay?”
I nod, washing my hands. “I’m great. Just overwhelmed.”
Hopefully it’s been so long that Ethel forgets what a postorgasmic glow looks like.
Chapter Thirty
“You’re something else.”
Logan
It’s been two weeks since I saw Nikki face to face, and Craig says I’m becoming a real asshat. Nikki and I have tried it all. Phone sex, video sex, dirty texts, but none of it is as satisfying as when I have her in my arms and on my dick. With one week to go, I couldn’t be happier that I’ll be able to see her soon.
Since tonight I have a promo event, the night will probably suck more than usual. Lately, I’ve resorted to going to bed early just to pass the time.
Vince calls me from downstairs, so I exit the suite and take the elevator through the back entrance to hop into the black SUV. He’s on the phone and his leg is bouncing a mile a minute. Great. Something has him riled up.
Once he’s off the phone, I ask, “What’s up?”
“Nothing. It’s just people are asking what you’re going to do. Since you haven’t told me, I’m unsure how to answer.”
I narrow my eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“About your possible retirement. They want to know before the fight so they can really push it.”
“Who?”
“The casino, the organizers, your sponsors.”
“I told you I won’t go out without being the champion. There’s no way I’m announcing it beforehand.” I stare out the window as we drive down the Strip. Lately, I’ve felt as though Vince wants me to retire, but I don’t understand why. He has no one to fill my shoes and the man doesn’t understand the concept of saving money.
“Relax, I told them you have no plans of leaving the sport.”
“Good.”
We continue the ride in silence. I don’t think I’m imagining that I used to feel as though Vince was a friend and had my best interests at heart, that he was my protector. But something about him isn’t sitting well in my gut ever since Nikki entered my life. I’ve been trying to ignore it, but it keeps creeping back up. The coincidence of him showing up in Alaska, then the press a day later. His angry outburst at me for staying married to her. If he really cared for me, he’d be happy I found happiness with her, right?
I shake my head, not wanting to go down that rabbit hole right now. I want to focus on tonight. Other fighters will be there, so at least I can socialize with them.
When the SUV pulls up to the red carpet event my sponsor is hosting, I wait for the driver to open my door before I walk up to the roped area, signing autographs and taking pictures. Vince is nowhere in sight by the time I reach the lobby.
“Log!” a woman calling my name makes me turn around and I see Melanie.
I inwardly groan. The woman doesn’t have a clue. “Hey, Mel.”
She’s dressed in a short red sequin dress that hides none of her body. She sticks out her tits when I acknowledge her, though I’m not checking her out. Actually, all I was thinking about was what Nikki would wear at a thing like this. I know my woman would choose something sexy and classy at the same time.
Melanie leans forward and presses her tits up against my chest, her lips reaching my cheek. I step back.
“I heard you’re single now?”
“Don’t believe everything you read.” I hold up my left hand. “I’m very much a happily married man.”
“Logan,” someone says, and I look over to see a flash. After I blink and recover, I see Melanie’s pressed next to me, smiling.
I shake my head. “Stop.”
“What? They wanted a picture for old times’ sake.”