“I’m not done with you,” Logan growls. “Get overhere.”
His hand wraps around my ankle, and I squeal as he drags me across the mattress. He pins me down, and I giggle into the pillow when his fingers slide across myribs.
“Not fair!” Igasp.
“This is totally fair, baby.” His hot mouth latches to my shoulder, and he knocks my legs apart to make room for his big body. “This is what we call tickle torture. And this is what bad girls get aspunishment.”
I yell and kick and laugh so hard, I can barely breathe, but oh, my stars and stripes, am I turnedon.
Did I mention he’s not wearing a stitch of clothing either? And his hard muscles are pressed against me, from chest tothigh.
I’m so grateful Ethan told us to sleep in today. He texted late last night that he’d pick up Logan so I could keep the truck and run a few errands for Tori. But even with the extra rest and a more relaxed plan for the day, I couldn’t figure out why Logan looked so pensive thismorning.
I was afraid he wanted to talk about last night, and I’m so over my family’s drama. I just wanted to lighten the mood. So I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and told ajoke.
“What do you call a herd of cattlemasturbating?”
A laugh erupted fromhim.
“That’s not the funnypart.”
“You trying to tell a dirty joke isfunny.”
“I can work with this. Okay, so what do you call a herd of cattlemasturbating?”
“No idea.” He lookedamused.
“Beef strokingoff.”
He chuckled. “Speaking of, I got something you can stroke off.” He kicked off the blankets, and his giant member salutedme.
I gave him the hairy eyeball. “You can’t just whip it out likethat.”
“Ican’t?”
“No. I need aprelude.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “You need a prelude for my morning wood? That sounds awfully formal considering you’ve ridden myface.”
“Don’t be vulgar. I gently perched on your face.” I poked his penis and watched it wave like a pendulum. And thengiggled.
You’d think I’d committed acrime.
“Did you just laugh at my cock, woman?” He looked so darnserious.
Squinting at his flagpole, I turned my head sideways and decided to razz him a little more. “It’s cute. I kinda want to draw a smiley face on the end ofit.”
He gasped in horror, and Igrinned.
Except then he got a mischievous look in his eyes that made me scramble away seconds before he pounced on me like a junglecat.
Which is why he’s tickling me so hard, I might pee my nonexistent pants. He has no idea how lucky he is I already ran to the bathroom thismorning.
I howl as his fingers wiggle against my stomach. “You weigh a ton more than I do, you big lug! This isn’tfair!”
“Baby, you called my cock ‘cute.’” Said member slides between my thighs and through my wetness. “I’ll show you how cute he is when I fuck you through themattress.”
My laughter turns into a moan because it’s difficult to keep that quiet when he’s squeezing my breast and rubbing mymound.
