Real Good Man (Real Duet #1)

Pushing her legs apart, I settle my shoulders between them and skim my thumb along the soaked fabric covering her slit.

“You’re so f*cking wet. I can’t believe you came with just your nipples in my mouth. You’re gonna come harder this time. And then even harder when I’ve got my cock buried inside you. Understand?”

She nods again.

“Good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

I pause and look up at her. The hunger builds in her whiskey-colored eyes, and my cock responds. I tug her panties to the side and see nothing but smooth skin.

“Did you wax this sweet cunt for me?” When Banner’s eyebrows lift, I add, “Or does your p*ssy always look this perfect?”

I drag a finger along the edge, and she shivers against my touch. I know she wants more, but I want an answer first.

“You want me to make you come?” I ask.

Banner seems to have forgotten how to speak, because she nods for a third time.

“Then tell me.”

She bites down on her sexy lip before opening her mouth. “I waxed just in case.” Her answer comes out on a rush of breath.

“I like your just in case plan.”

I lower my lips and devour her—sucking, licking, teasing, and finally sliding a finger inside to pump in and out before finding her G-spot and making her scream. Banner holds nothing back as she bucks against my face and cries out with her orgasm. Her uninhibited responses have me completely addicted.

There’s very little that’s more satisfying than knowing you can make a woman come like that. I wanted to be sure she’ll remember me, but she’s making it so I’ll never forget her.

As I slide out from between her legs, someone pounds on the door with what sounds like a giant stick.

“What the hell?”

Banner slaps a hand over her eyes, and I swear I hear her count to ten under her breath.

The pounding continues.

“Pretend this didn’t happen. Especially if I have to hide her body.” She pushes off the bed and grabs her dress to slip it back on, doing up the buttons as she walks toward the door.

Given that comment, I get off my knees and pause at the bedroom doorway.

Banner opens the door. I can’t see who’s on the other side, but I stay put rather than moving to get a glimpse.

“The way you’re carrying on is disgraceful. Everyone in the building can probably hear you, you hussy.”

The voice carries into the apartment, and it sounds like Old Mrs. Rochester who lives down by the Four Corners in Gold Haven and routinely yells at children to get off her lawn.

“Can we not do this now? Or just pretend we’re already done so I can get back to the best orgasms of my life, Mrs. Frances? I have some noise-canceling headphones you can borrow, because I can promise that’s not going to be the last time I scream tonight.”

“Disgraceful.” The old woman huffs. “Apparently you didn’t take heed of the advice I gave Sofia to pass on to you.”

Banner leans against the doorway, and I catch a glimpse of fluffy white curls atop a very short old woman’s head. I back up a step to make sure I stay out of sight. With the venom she’s spewing, I’m sure my presence would only add fuel to the fire.

“If I’d kept my legs closed, I wouldn’t have had that killer O, so I’m going to set your advice to the side and get off while I can. When I’m your age, I’ll still have these memories. By the way, how’d you like the big black cock? Was it too much to handle?”

I choke down my laugh, wondering who the hell this old lady is for Banner to speak to her like that. It’s clear this isn’t a new style of conversation for them from their exchange.

“It’s in the incinerator, where it belongs. You’re never going to get any man to marry you if you insist on being such a tramp, you know.”

Banner tilts her head to the side. “And since that’s my only goal in life, I’ll go cry into my pillow.” Her voice drips sarcasm, but the tone changes dramatically when she continues. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Frau Frances, I have some very trampy activities to get back to. And I was serious about the noise-canceling headphones, because I’m pretty sure this guy will be able to go all night long.”

The old woman hisses something else, but Banner steps back and shuts the door. When she turns around, she’s trying not to laugh.

“Neighbor?” I ask.

“Yes. Mrs. Myrna Frances. It’s her way of showing she cares.”

I survey the gorgeous bombshell of a woman as she walks back toward me, her hips swaying just enough to have my dick pressing hard against my zipper.

“Sounds like you two have some history.”

Banner nods. “But I really don’t want to talk about my ancient neighbor right now. I’m much more interested in picking up where we left off.”

“Then get your ass over here, woman. Let’s see how many times we can get her to bang on the door because you can’t keep yourself from screaming.”





Chapter 14


Banner


Any lingering thoughts of Myrna Frances are banished as I walk toward Logan. I pause two feet away and unfasten my buttons again, letting the dress fall open a few inches.

“All the way off.”

“You’ve already seen what’s under it.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to see it again, and right f*cking now.”

“So you don’t think I should take my neighbor’s advice and keep my legs closed?”

A spark lights in Logan’s eyes. “Only if you want your p*ssy to be even tighter while I f*ck you.”

Hearing those dirty words come out of Logan’s mouth is my undoing. There’s nothing sexier than seeing this nice guy turn dominant in the bedroom. My whole body responds, and I drop the dress in a puddle of material on the floor.

I’m really glad I didn’t chicken out on meeting him. Really. Glad.

The last time a guy had the balls to order me around in the bedroom, he didn’t have the skills to back it up. I know Logan can deliver orgasms purely based on his oral abilities, and I’m hoping he’s just as talented with that bulge he’s packing.

I try to slip by him, but his hands lock around my waist and his deep voice rumbles in my ear.

“I want you bent over the bed so I can get my hands on that perfect ass.”

A shiver works through me as he releases his hold. “Is that right?”

“Don’t make me wait, Banner. Stretch your arms out, palms down. Don’t move them.”

Following orders doesn’t come naturally to me on my best day in any other area of my life, but there’s something about giving up control in the bedroom to a man I’m confident can deliver that does it for me.

“Okay.”

I close the remaining three feet to the bed and stretch myself over it, glad I picked the extra-high version and not the platform my designer tried to talk me into. This height is exactly perfect. I press my palms against the duvet and wait for whatever’s coming next. The stroke of Logan’s palm across the globes of my ass sends my anticipation soaring.

“Sweet f*cking Christ.” It comes out quietly, like he’s saying some kind of prayer.

A guy who worships my ass? I can handle that.