Page 56 of Until Tomorrow (Love Doesn’t Cure All: The Ashwood Duet #1)

Logan

“ I’m happy !” Eva squealed, twirling in an unsteady circle as we entered our condo. I chuckled and caught her by the shoulders to keep her from falling. When she glanced up at me, I kissed her forehead gently. Her happy little sigh was my reward. “You’re so hot.”

“Thank you,” I said because I had no clue how to respond to her when she told me things like that.

“No, like… ridiculously hot,” she continued.

She whirled fast to look at me, and I grabbed her before she toppled.

Step one: get her out of those heels. As I knelt in front of her to do so, she gestured wildly to all of me.

“ This. All. Of. This. So hot. Those guys tonight have nothing on my husband. What would you say to becoming my personal stripper?”

“Sure, why not?” Thankfully, she wouldn’t remember this in the morning, or I’d have to follow through.

“Why is it so hot that you’re on your knees for me?”

“I’m just taking off your shoes, honey,” I reminded her. Of course, she was in those strappy heels I loved with all the damn buckles. It took some finesse to get her out of them.

“Would you kill a man for me?” Eva asked.

“Absolutely not,” I answered all too quickly.

“Would you do shady things for me?”

“It depends on what your definition of shady entails,” I said. I glanced up to see those deep blue eyes laser-focused on me. “I’d do anything for you, E va. Obviously, there are some exceptions, like outright murder. But I hope that’s a reasonable thing not to expect me to do.”

Standing, I kissed the tip of her nose.

“So hot,” Eva muttered one more time.

“You’re very good at stroking my ego when you’re drunk, honey.”

“Oh, I’ll stroke something, Mr. Lawyer.” She fluttered her lashes at me. “We could role-play. I’ll be your delinquent client, and you can show me your briefs.”

“Tequila makes you frisky,” I commented, slowly managing to steer her toward the bedroom.

“Tequila makes me horny as fuck, and then my hot husband makes my lady parts feral,” she informed me very matter-of-factly. I laughed harder.

I managed to fend my wife off while I got her undressed and into one of my t-shirts. She stretched out on the bed with a yawn, every curve tempting as hell.

“C’mere.” She beckoned me toward her with one finger. I braced on the bed and leaned over her. Grabbing a fistful of my shirt, she dragged me closer. “I want you.”

“Not tonight, honey,” I said and kissed her once. “You are very drunk, and you need to sleep. I’ll put a water bottle on the side table for you if you need it. And the trash can just in case.”

Both of those things were true, but I also didn’t feel comfortable doing so with her anyway. Not when my thoughts and my dick were currently stuck on Loren. It didn’t feel right to do anything with her when he was the whole reason I felt turned on.

She let out a long groan of frustration but flipped onto her side. I covered her with her blanket and set up her side table just in case. Before I ever made it to the door to leave, her quiet snores filled the room.

Despite the late hour, I was wide awake. I settled in my office, not sure what the hell I was going to do, but needing to be alone. Eva could sleep through anything when she passed out from drinking, so I didn’t have to worry about her.

Which left me sitting there thinking about Loren. While I had no regrets about how the night ended—the kind of oddball multi-date had been fun—my brain was on a loop of what-ifs. What would’ve happened if we got the chance to finish our date?

Instead of doing anything remotely productive, I texted him.

You two get home safe?

His response was surprisingly fast.

LOREN : Oh, yeah. We’re good. Katy’s already passed out. I barely got her shoes off her.

I managed to at least get Eva in comfortable clothes before she fell asleep.

LOREN : Good, good. Did I miss any gems of commentary from her? I’m going to write down all the crazy shit that woman says. It’s a gold mine of entertainment.

It thrilled me to no end that they adored Eva and her wild nature exactly as she was.

In light of everything we were figuring out for ourselves, I was becoming painfully aware of how people in my social circles perceived my wife.

It made me care a whole lot less about spending time with them.

She deserved a place to be loud and funny, creative and intense.

Lol. That’ll make her happy.

Let’s see… she asked if I’d kill a man for her, and there was a request for me to be her personal stripper.

LOREN : You should. You could practice on me.

I should’ve seen that coming. I liked his boldness—and so did my dick from the way it thickened rapidly. Granted, I was still turned on just from spendi ng time with him. This wasn’t exactly how I wanted the night to end.

That’s not helping.

LOREN : Who said I’m trying, baby? The thought of you stripping for me is hot.

My head tipped back against the chair with a frustrated sigh. Yeah, I was hard. There was no denying that.

That’s not helping either.

LOREN : And why is that?

I paused for a moment. Did I play it safe and play it off? Or did I take a chance?

Because I’ve been turned on since the café, and when you talk like that, it doesn’t help the situation.

There. I said it. Probably one of the boldest things I’ve ever told anyone.

I was all too aware of the fact that my sex life and sexual preferences were terribly vanilla compared to most. Just like everything else in our lives, Eva and I had grown comfortable with our sex life being simple and stayed there.

But lately? Lately, I wanted more.

My phone lit up with a call from him, sending my heart racing in my chest.

“ We can do this one of two ways, baby, ” Loren said when I answered the phone.

The gruffness of his voice shot straight to my aching dick.

I palmed myself through my pants, biting back a desperate moan.

“ You can stay on the line while I talk you through getting off, so I can hear you come, or we can meet a t my office trailer. I have my site set up not too far from your work. It’s up to you, Logan. ”

Loren’s construction site wasn’t far from my office as promised. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. Sometimes, I could still surprise myself. Secret rendezvous and sneaking around had never appealed to me, but they sure as hell did now. Especially with Loren.

Loren sat on the steps of his trailer with the door open behind him. His face lit up with a big smile when he saw me. It did things to me. I took the hand he offered and let him lead me inside the dark trailer. Before the door ever shut, I dragged him to me, desperate for a taste of him.

My fingers tangled in his hair, and my tongue drove through his lips. The combination of his rough kiss and the coarseness of his beard was something I’d come to crave. And enjoyed.

He yanked my shirt free, and his calloused hands skated over my sides. I moaned at how his touch heated my skin. My hands smoothed down his back, my fingers digging into his hips. The friction of his hard cock against mine ripped another strangled sound from me. Fuck, I was so riled up for the man.

When I touched the button on his jeans, he grabbed my wrist to stop me.

“You sure?” Loren asked gruffly against my mouth. I nipped at his bottom lip and kept going.

“I want to.” Big first step for me, but I didn’t hesitate either. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. Even as I continued, he hooked a finger through my belt and walked me across the room. His legs hit his chair, and he sank into it.

“On your knees, Logan,” he ordered. I did as he asked while he finished what I started, pulling his dick out. He was long and thick as he stroked himself, pre-cum beading on his slit. “Do you like what you see, baby?”

I nodded, words sticking in my throat. My charge-on-ahead attitude began to fade with the anxiety of what if I did this wrong?

“Hey,” his fingers touched my chin, “you can’t screw this up, Logan. Get out of your head, and let yourself enjoy it.”

“Just tell me if I do,” I said a little pathetically.

“ Take out your cock, baby,” Loren ordered instead.

I sat back on my heels, undoing my belt and pants as he asked.

The relief was damn near instant as I freed my aching dick.

His thumb traced my bottom lip as he said, “Stroke yourself for me, baby. Make yourself feel good while you suck me. Get close, but don’t come until I do, got it? ”

I nodded, a little stunned for words. There was something unbelievably arousing about taking directions from Loren while on my knees for him. It left me speechless.

I did my best to shut down the part of my brain that overthought things too much—to just give in to the feel of it all and let myself enjoy it. The slow and steady build-up of sensations as I fisted my dick like he wanted helped pull me out of my head.

My hand replaced his as I fisted him, stroking him in slow passes.

That moan he let out while his eyes slid shut was encouraging.

I ran my tongue over his slit, lapping up the pre-cum gathered there.

The salty taste of him wasn’t a turn-off.

If anything, it spurred me on. I wanted and needed more of him.

I traced the ridges of his head with my tongue and trailed it down his length.

“That’s it, baby,” he practically cooed. The smooth heat of his cock on my tongue was an aphrodisiac all on its own, but there was something about how he talked to me that threatened to obliterate me. The heat coiling my spine was intense as I continued to stroke myself.

When I dragged my tongue from root to tip and back around his head, he moaned and inched closer. I took him in my mouth and lowered down on his length. I was slow and meticulous while I explored him with my mouth and tongue. There was no real attempt to get him to come—not yet.

Instead, I paid attention to the noises he made when I ran the flat of my tongue over the sensitive spot on the underside of his crown.

I watched the way he held his breath when I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks.

When he hit the back of my throat, I breathed through my nose like I’d watched my wife do hundreds of times over again.

And the sound he made when I swallowed around his cock made me smile.

“Fuck, baby,” Loren hissed. His fingers weaved through my hair, fisting tight as if grounding himself to me. I slid off his dick and right back down, repeating the action. “ Fuck. Just like that, baby. You suck my cock so well.”

Words like that sparked something inside me.

My dick leaked in my hand, and I was desperate for my own release.

I picked up my pace, bobbing up and down his length.

Licking, sucking, swallowing. The sounds he made doubled in intensity, and his hold on my hair was damn near brutal with his restraint.

All the while, I stroked myself at the same speed.

“Make yourself come, baby,” Loren said, his voice strained. “I want you there with me.”

That was one problem we wouldn’t have.

“Keep going, baby. Keep going,” he practically chanted. The hand on my head took control to guide me up and down on his dick faster. His hips thrust upward, fucking my mouth. I was pliable in his hands, being whatever the hell he needed me to be. “Fuck, Logan, I’m going to… fuck .”

That was all the warning I got before he pushed me down onto his length, spurts of hot cum spilling into my throat.

I swallowed quickly to take everything he gave me.

The heat that held my spine in a vice grip destroyed me, and I came hard along with him.

Cum leaked through my fingers and dripped on the hardwood.

I sat back on my heels, licking a drop of him off my lips, while he sagged in the chair. Those dark eyes watched me while a satisfied smile curled the corners of his mouth.

“Would you do it again?” Loren asked quietly. A pivotal question. One I didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Absolutely.”