Insider (Exodus End 1)

It took every ounce of Logan’s will not to move as she jumped onto the bed with him and lowered her mouth to his throat. Her soft sucking kisses did all sorts of tingly things to the snake in his pants.

“I’m too late,” she said brokenly, sniffing theatrically.

“Keep trying,” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

Her soft kisses on his throat strengthened, drawing a shudder from him. He was now wishing the snake had bitten him a bit farther south.

“Oh God,” he said, lifting the sock in the air. “The snake is attacking again.”

Toni leaned away to watch him struggle with the sock once more.

“Not there!” he yelled as he aimed the sock for his crotch. “Anywhere but there!”

Toni grabbed the sock to help him fend off the attack. “I’ll save you.”

He expected her to pull the sock away, but she bumped it against the thickening ridge in his pants.

“Oh no,” she said. “He got you again. I’d better suck that poison out too.”

She jerked open his fly, and he laughed. “God, I love you,” he said. And then he sucked in a deep breath.

Toni went still, and her eyes lifted to meet his.

“U-u-ukuleles. I love ukuleles,” he said. “Highly underrated instrument.”

“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “Now, hush. It’s going to take a long time to get all this poison out.”

It didn’t take all that long really. Her technique was perfect. The way her mouth sucked, lips rubbed, throat vibrated—perfect. Her hand tugging gently at the base of his shaft, long hair tickling his belly as her head moved—perfect. The sounds she made, the way she looked, her scent, her remembered taste—perfect. His sweet, sweet Toni—perfect.

I’m in big trouble here.

Logan’s back arched as his pleasure intensified. He wasn’t ready for the building pleasure to end, but she’d fully conquered his resistance and he couldn’t help but let go.

“Toni?” he whispered hoarsely as he tapped the back of her head to let her know she was about to get a mouthful. His belly tautened as he found release, his bliss so intense he swore he saw stars behind his tightly clenched eyelids.

Toni tensed as he filled her mouth with cum, but she swallowed every drop and then slowly pulled away, releasing her suction with a soft pop.

Winded, she lay down beside him, rested her head on his chest, and traced the outlines of a tattoo here, an abdominal muscle there.

“That’s the second time you’ve tapped the back of my head when I’ve gone down on you,” she said, tilting her head so she could look up at him. “Am I missing something?”

He grinned at her. Was it weird that he was glad she didn’t know what it meant? “It’s the universal signal for I’m coming, in case you don’t want that stuff in your mouth.”

“Oh,” she said. “Am I supposed to swallow it? I meant to ask Reagan about proper protocol, but I forgot.”

“It’s up to you,” he said. “It won’t hurt my feelings if you pull off at the last minute or spit it out.”

“If I pull off, will I get to watch it come out?”

“Do you want to watch my cum spurt?”

She grinned deviously and nodded. Her hand slid down his belly, and she touched his softening cock. “Right now,” she said.

He laughed. “I’m not a teenager anymore, lamb. You’ll have to give it at least twenty minutes.” More like forty, but who was counting?

“Can I have some of that strawberry shortcake you ordered for me while we wait?”

“If you like.” It had to taste better than his cum.

She sat up and poked his nose. “I knew it!”

“You knew what?”

“You did all this romantic stuff for me. The balloons. The cake. The socks. These totally inappropriate clothes. The flowers and chocolate. All of it.”

Let’s not forget the sex toys. Wherever those were.

He scowled and shook his head. “Did not!”

“Oh,” she said, sliding from the bed. “Well, that’s too bad. I was going to allow the sweetie who went to all this trouble to do anything he wanted to my naked body.”

His cock twitched. “Anything?”

“Yep.” She crossed the room and stuck her finger in the whipped cream topping on the shortcake. She sucked it off with the same skill she’d just showed his very appreciative dick. “Anything.”

“Even anal?”

“Any thing. But since it wasn’t you, I guess it doesn’t matter.”

He was torn between owning up to his ridiculous gifts and getting to do anything he wanted to the beautiful woman biting into a juicy strawberry with a look of bliss on her face.

“It was me,” he said. “Well, I asked Butch to have this all brought to our room to surprise you. Apparently, I wasn’t clear that the socks should be unique and colorful.” And now that he knew that her sock collection was a product of many special moments between herself and her little sister, he was actually glad he’d botched that one.

“Thank you. This was all really thoughtful of you.”

He sat up on the bed and rubbed a hand over his face. He actually didn’t feel like a complete idiot for bringing a smile to her face. He actually felt happy that she was pleased.

“So now I can do anything I want to you?” he asked.

“Not anything,” she said.

“Aw, man.” He slapped his thigh.

“You have only yourself to blame. You should have told me the truth from the start.”

“I was embarrassed,” he admitted. “I don’t normally do this kind of thing.” And he wasn’t sure what had compelled him to do it this time.

“It was very sweet of you.”

“Exactly,” he grumbled. He hauled himself off the bed and kicked his jeans off before sitting at the table where she was still picking at her strawberry treat with her fingers.

“New friend?” she asked, nodding toward the sock he still held in his hand. He’d completely forgotten it was there.

“Attack snake!” he shouted and touched her boob with his sock. “Oh no, she’s been bitten. She’s too young to die!”

He wrestled her sweater off over her head and sent her bra flying across the room in his haste to suck out the poison and save her precious life. She was laughing so hard by the time he freed her of her constrictive clothing, she couldn’t catch her breath.

“This snakebite looks all swollen and red,” he said, dipping his fingers in whipped topping. “Better put some salve on it.”

He loved the way she shuddered as he drew his cream-dipped fingertips over her hardened nipple. Her giggles turned to sighs of pleasure as he lowered his head to lick and suckle the tip of her breast.

“Thank you for saving my life, sir,” she murmured, threading her fingers through his hair.

“My pleasure.” He tilted his head back to look up at her. There was a far juicier cream he wanted to sample at the moment. He slid a finger down her belly toward his preferred destination. “Will you shave for me?”

She rubbed her jaw, checking for beard growth. “I shaved just this morning.”

“I’ll even let you use my razor.” She probably had no idea what he was sacrificing by offering his favorite blade. “You’ll find it in the bathroom.” That was where the team that delivered the band’s day-off luggage and set up their hotel suites always put it for him.

“I’ll try it,” she said. “But I’ve never been good with sharp objects. Prepare a tourniquet.”

He chuckled, not sure how he’d apply a tourniquet to her lady parts.

She kissed his forehead and scooted out of the chair to head for the bathroom. “I’ll pretend I’m doing this for you, but I’m really doing it for me.”

He was definitely going to make the effort worth her while. “And will you wear one of the sexy outfits I bought you?”

She came to a halt just outside the bathroom door and turned to stare at the disheveled pieces of lingerie on

the bed. “Which one?”

“You choose.”

Would she go for the sweet white lace negligee or the more daring black leather corset? He planned to see what she looked like in each of the pieces by the end of their stay.

She scooped all five of the getups into both arms and carried them toward the bathroom. “I’ll try them on and see which one looks the least terrible on me.”

Least terrible? She was joking, right? “You’ll look hot as hell in all of them, I guarantee it.”

Her self-depreciating smile let him know she didn’t believe his words. Apparently he didn’t compliment her enough. He wondered how obnoxious he’d have to get in order for her to feel as attractive as he found her.

She entered the bathroom, and there was a series of thuds as a collection of somethings tipped over in succession.

“Logan! What in the world are all these things? There’s a rainbow of dicks in here!”

Ah. She’d found the sex toys.

Twenty-Three

Freshly shaven and surprisingly without massive blood loss, Toni slipped into the pink thong with a soft tuft of fur at the front. She’d just shaved her fur, so why would she want to wear synthetic pink fur on a pair of panties that disappeared up her ass crack? She slipped the matching babydoll over her head and pulled it over her breasts. She gaped at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were clearly visible through the gauzy material, and there was no hiding the size of her boobs.

A knock at the door made her jump.

“What’s taking you so long?” Logan asked. “I’m lonely out here.”

Her hands automatically flew upward to cover her breasts. “Just trying things on.”

“Can I see?”

Her gaze darted to the mirror. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to see.

“I’m not decent,” she said, lowering her hands, which were trembling uncontrollably.

“That’s the general idea,” he said and opened the door.

She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, so she slapped them over her eyes. Because if she couldn’t see herself, surely he couldn’t see her either.

Logan produced a guttural purr that made Toni’s tiny panties demonstrate their complete lack of absorbency. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said.

“Don’t tease,” she said, still covering her eyes with both hands.

“Oh, I plan to do plenty of teasing,” he said.

Toni heard him moving around the bathroom, but couldn’t figure out what he was doing. She slowly lowered her hands to find him scooping up dozens of sex toys. He left the room with overflowing arms only to return a moment later empty-handed.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered, her belly fluttering with a combination of nerves and anticipation.

He took her hand and tugged her toward the bedroom. “Lamb, the question you should be asking is what aren’t you going to do to me?”

The first thing she noticed was that except for the stark-white fitted sheet, he’d stripped all the bedding from the bed. The second thing she saw was the pile of sex toys on a club chair he’d maneuvered to the bedside. The third was the belt lying on the mattress. She didn’t understand the thrill of excitement that streaked through her at the sight of the simple strap of black leather.

“What’s that for?” she asked as he tugged her ever closer to the bed by her wrist.

“The belt?”

She flushed and nodded, unable to meet his eyes.

“What do you think it’s for?” he asked.

She could think of a number of purposes it could be used for, but only one she wanted it used for.

Her eyes flicked up to his before she lowered them again. “To tie me down?”

He hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him. “That’s exactly what it’s for.” His thumb slowly traced her lower lip.

She had no way of knowing if tying her down had been his original intention or if he’d had other ideas for the belt or had just left it there by mistake, but she was glad he was agreeable to her suggestion.

“Lie down and let me look at you first.”

She wasn’t sure she liked that idea—he was sure to find every flaw of her imperfect flesh—but she couldn’t deny him anything when he stared at her with that hopeful expression. She stepped back and turned to the bed, placing both hands and a knee on the mattress so she could crawl to the center.

“Stop right there,” he said.

One foot still on the floor, she paused and peered over her shoulder at him.

“Take those panties off before you crawl up there.”

She lowered her foot to the floor and reached for the thin straps on her hips. She started to pull the garment off as she normally would, but decided he probably wanted a little show. She spread her legs and leaned forward, slowly tugging the strings over her rounded ass, stopping just short of exposing her newly shaved pussy to his riveted gaze.

“Are you sure you want them off?” she asked, her voice low in her attempt to be seductive. “They’re necessary to complete my outfit.”

“I’m sure.”

When she tugged the fabric free and cool air bathed her hot pussy, Logan sucked in a deep breath through his nose.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

“It feels so different now that it’s shaved.” She slid a hand over her smooth mound, her fingers gliding into her slit. Her panties were caught at the top of her thighs, and something about them being there keeping her legs from spreading farther apart, made her feel sexy. She stroked her outer lips in slow circles and then spread them to give Logan a peek at what was hidden between.

He groaned his approval of her sudden brazenness. The feeling of empowerment she got from his attention made her bold.

She closed her thighs slightly and pushed the panties down her legs until they dropped to the floor and she kicked them aside. She inexplicably wished she wore a pair of pink stilettoes. She doubted she’d be able to walk in them, but was sure they’d make her legs and ass look fantastic. But from the way Logan was staring, she decided her ass must look pretty good even without the aid of perception-bending shoes.

Toni crawled up on the bed, taking her time to get to the center so he could take his time ogling her. By the time she lay on her back in the center of the mattress, Logan had his dick in his hand.

“God, what you do to me, woman.” He moved to the end of the bed, and her legs popped open as if the man were telekinetic and had willed them to spread for him. He crawled up between her legs, not stopping until he was suspended above her on his hands and knees. Her belly clenched when he lifted a hand to touch her nipple through the transparent material of her fur-trimmed babydoll.

“I think I get so caught up in your spectacular breasts that I underappreciate that gorgeous ass of yours,” he said.

“It in no way compares to that gorgeous ass of yours,” she said, giving his butt a playful swat.

He reached for the belt, and her belly quivered. He slid the leather through the buckle to form a loop and slipped it over her hand to encircle her wrist. When he jerked the strap tight against her skin, heat and moisture surged to her center and a gasp of excitement escaped her.

“This is turning you on,” he said.

It was that obvious, was it? What had given her away? The pounding of her heart? The quickening of her breath? The way her nipples and pussy had instantly swelled and now tingled with arousal? He obviously couldn’t feel what she was feeling, but he was absolutely correct—the feel of that tough leather against her delicate skin definitely turned her on.

He pulled her bound arm up above her head. Her heart thudded