Real Good Man (Real Duet #1)

“I’ll stay standing even as I watch your throat work as you swallow every single drop.”

Banner’s eyes widen again, and a pink blush tinges her cheeks. I bet she didn’t know she could blush anymore. The corners of my mouth tug with a smirk. I would never consider saying something like that to anyone else, but with Banner, it just sets her off.

She doesn’t have a quick retort at the ready, so I keep pushing. “I bet if I slipped my hand in your panties right now, you’d be wet for me, wouldn’t you?”

She shifts on her chair and reaches for her drink. She empties it in two big gulps before setting it back on the table in front of her. “I think I might need to go take them off.”

The twinkle in her eye says she’s sure she’s tempting me. But one thing I’ve learned with Banner is I have to work to keep the upper hand.

“Finish your food. Then you can go take them off.”

She pushes her plate away. “I’m not hungry for this anymore.”

“What are you hungry for, Banner?”

“I want that big cock in my mouth so I can remind you just how hard I can make you come.”

f*ck . . . this woman.

“You think I forgot?” To myself I add, No way in hell, Bruce. I lean back and watch her face. “But a reminder wouldn’t be unwelcome.”

My taunt spurs her on. “You’re also going to want p*ssy for dessert, so you better save room.”

And I’m officially done. I drop my fork on the plate with a clang. “You’re killin’ me with that dirty mouth of yours.”

“I may not be able to keep your stomach full, but I can keep your balls empty.” Her lips turn up in a catlike smile. “So, what are you waiting for?”

“f*ck it.” I rise from the table and take two steps to reach her side before lifting her off her chair.

I don’t need directions to a bedroom in this house, so I head up the stairs with Banner’s legs wrapped around my hips and her lips on my jaw.

When I get to the room Holly used as a kid, I lower Banner to her feet. She wastes no time going for my belt and pulling out my dick, only pausing when I pull her shirt up and over her head.

“f*ck, I missed your tits.”

“I missed your cock.”

A thought strikes me. “You better not be doing this because you’re drunk.”

“Shut up, Logan. It was one screwdriver. At this point, you have to know I’d f*ck you sober.”

I wrap a hand around the back of her head and force her gaze to mine. “Goddamned right you will.”





Chapter 24


Banner


Logan crushes his mouth to mine as I palm his cock, and his groan vibrates against my lips. When I’m done with him, he’s never going to forget tonight. And every time he thinks about one of those women making him dinner, he’s going to remember how he got off after cooking for me.

I hate the jealousy that leaches into me like acid, but I can’t help it. I’ve got something to prove. Maybe I’m only the good-time girl, but at least I know I’m f*cking great at it.

I pull my lips away from his, and he tugs the shirt over his head. Trailing my tongue down his defined pecs and abs, I jack his cock the entire time. Logan’s hand finally covers mine when I hit my knees.

Together, we stroke him to the edge of orgasm as I tease the head with my tongue and lips. I cup his balls in my free hand, and his growl of pleasure fills the room right before his balls pulse, and I swallow every single drop.

Logan’s eyes open and he stares down at me on my knees. “Jesus Christ, woman. You’re f*cking dangerous.”

“We’re not even close to done.”

If sex is all we’re going to have between us, then I’m going to make sure it’s the best he’s ever had.

“Give me a minute, and you’re right—we’re not done.”

Before I realize what’s happening, Logan has me on my knees on the bed, gripping the headboard behind me as I ride his face. His tongue lashes against my clit until I’m screaming his name and pressing hard against his lips.

He doesn’t wait for my orgasm to subside before repositioning me on my hands and knees. I hear the tear of a wrapper before he pushes into me from behind.

I’ll never admit it to him, but I love how he doesn’t ask me what I want, and instead just gives me what I need.

“You’re not done yet,” he says. “You’re gonna keep coming for me. You think I only want to hear you scream my name once? No f*cking way. I want it again and again.”

Logan’s hand slides around my hip to cover my clit as he thrusts into me over and over. When he hits my G-spot perfectly and increases the pressure, I lose it. I’m a puddle on the bed by the time Logan yells out his own climax and collapses beside me.

Sleep pulls me under before I can even roll over.





Chapter 25


Banner


Bright, blinding sunlight pierces my eyes and drags me out of sleep. I groan and try to roll over, but I’m pinned in the smallest bed I’ve ever slept in.

What the hell?

Last night comes back in a rush. I’m in Gold Haven, Kentucky, in Holly’s gran’s house, and Logan Brantley’s cock is pressed against my ass.

Jesus. Talk about a welcome celebration.

When I move, Logan jolts awake, sitting up.

“f*ck.” He’s out of bed and pulling on his jeans before I sit up.

“What?”

“I gotta get the hell out of here.”

“Why? Are you late for something?”

“No, but I can’t f*cking be here right now.” He throws on his shirt and is halfway out the door before I can ask my next question.

“Why not? What’s the hurry?”

He doesn’t answer because he’s already stomping down the stairs.

“What the f*ck, Logan?”

Is this how he felt during our last morning after? For the record, it sucks.

I grab my jeans and shirt from last night and tug them on. By the time I hit the bottom of the stairs and step into the kitchen, Logan is reaching for the door handle.

“Really? Just like that? Is this how a real man handles the morning after in his hometown? What the hell is your problem?” I’m seething, and tempted to grab the nearest object and launch it at him.

“You don’t f*cking get it, do you?” he says.

“No, I really don’t.”

“This is a small town. Do you have any idea how many people probably already know I spent the night here? The gossip grapevine is alive and well, and within the next hour, everyone is gonna be talking about it. That’s why I don’t take any of those women up on their offers. I don’t need to be the talk of the town. I’ve got a business to run, and that’s all that matters to me.”

His words carry a cold slap of reality.

I’ve been in this town for less than twenty-four hours, and apparently I’m already going to be labeled the Whore of Gold Haven. Isn’t that a fabulous way to start my new beginning?

“I’m sorry to ruin Logan Brantley’s perfect reputation. I didn’t realize I’d be screwing you over while you were screwing me. I guess you better get out of here so you can salvage your public image.”