They laughed, and Logan nodded to Mason. “Count it off!”
“One, two, three, four!” Mason yelled as he hit his drumsticks together.
I recognized the tune and immediately picked it up. These guys weren’t just good … they were great. I hadn’t had this much fun in my life. As the song came to a close, we ended it in an elaborate rift as Logan and I leaned our backs against one another, and then we all jumped into the air together and landed on the last cord as we all cheered.
“Man! You guys are great!” I yelled, laughing. “Let’s do another
“Sweet Home Alabama!” Lathe yelled, and Mason counted it off.
Lathe and I alternated doing the beginning rifts, and then we launched into our own rendition. Logan took the lead on the verses. He had a great voice: rocking, sweet, and sensual. I immediately felt my heart stir, and I wondered what it was. A few minutes later, the song came to
I closed the door and turned around. There was a huge, king-sized bed taking center stage in the middle of the room. To the left was a set of drawers, and to the right on the same wall as the door was a set of mirrored sliding glass doors, enclosing a closet. I slid it open and took out one of his rock concert T-shirts. Then, I stripped down to my panties and slid it on. I was just about to slide under the comforter when I heard a knock on the door.I opened it just a crack, and it was Logan. “Lock the door,” he said, breathing heavily, then walked away. It seemed as if he wanted me to lock the door to keep him out just as much as the other guys in the house. He didn’t realize that a part of me wanted him to come in, but I was glad that he walked away.I turned out the light and slid into bed. It smelled like him: a mixture of leather, lavender, musk, and rain. I snuggled down under the covers and wrapped the thick comforter around my nose, then fell
“So, you just graduated from high school, huh?” Logan asked as we walked out to my car.I popped the hood, and Logan picked up my suitcase. “I’ll get that,” I said, reaching for it, but he pulled it out of my reach.“No. I’ll get it.” His muscles flexed under his T-shirt under the weight of the suitcase. “You haven’t answered my question.”“Does it make that much of a difference?” I asked. But from the look on his face, I could see that it did.He shrugged. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around it is all.”I nodded. “Are you in college?”“I just graduated from NYU and came here.” He adjusted the suitcase, shifting it to his other hand. “What do you have in here? Bricks?”I laughed. “I’ll carry it if it’s too heavy for you.” He gave me a dirty look, and I laughed. “What was
I drove around town, looking for an apartment, biding my time until it was time to go to the studio. Then, I thought of Logan’s apartment building. He had said that there were apartments available there. I sighed, wondering if it would be too weird to get an apartment so near Logan.The hell with it, I thought as I quickly turned the car around and headed back to his apartment complex. My heart raced at the possibility of seeing Logan again, but I quickly pushed the thought aside. After all, I was going on tour for God knew how long and I had no idea when I’d be back. He would probably have a girlfriend by then, and would have forgotten all about me. But it was a chance I would have to take.After parking my car in front of the office, I walked inside. Luckily, it was out of sight from Logan’s apartment. I didn’t want him to think I was stalking him or something. As I walked in, I was a bit leery, not sure if I wanted to start something with Log
“There she is!” Frank greeted me at the door as I rushed in. “Alyssa, this is Sam and Bill. They’ll take good care of you during your session today.” Frank turned to leave, then he added, “By the way, your band is waiting in the sound room for you … where you should be right now, so go!”I smiled, then hurried into the sound booth, and was stunned when I walked in, for there, tuning his guitar, was Logan and his friends. Microphones set all over the room. Even the drums were mic-ed!“So, you decided to come after all?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Logan as I hurried to set my guitar case down and quickly flipped it open.A broad smile spread across his face as he shrugged. “Well, the guys talked me into it.”I slipped my guitar strap over my shoulder and struck a chord, checking to see if it was tuned. “Ah … you just can’t stay away from me,” I teased
Frank nodded as he bit his lower lip. “Okay, but make it quick. We’re wasting valuable studio time.”“You got it!” Mason said, and then walked quickly toward the door, motioning for us to follow. He walked out the back of the studio. The sun shone down brightly in the sky, but a warm breeze was blowing. “What the hell were you thinking in there?” Mason asked, turning on Logan. “Man, we have a shot to go on tour …”“As a backup band!” Logan interjected as his eyes flared.“He said that we could do our originals, too!” Kyle interjected, trying to keep his voice down.“Yeah, but what do we do when the crowd is chanting her name?” Logan replied.It felt as if he had just slapped me in the face. “Well, you guys hash it out, but I’m going in.” I needed to leave before I said something that I would regret.“Wait a minute…&
We spent the rest of the afternoon doing only my songs. During the whole session, Frank never asked to hear more of Logan’s songs. I had no idea if I would ever see Logan or the guys again after this day, but I vowed to enjoy our time together while it lasted. We spent the whole afternoon laughing and playing. We all worked so hard that day, but I was so high on adrenaline that I never felt tired at all.“That’s a wrap!” Frank said later that day, and we all cheered.“Already?” I teased, hating to see the day come to an end.Frank laughed. “Aren’t you tired yet?”“Are you kidding?” I asked, letting my fingers fly over the neck of my guitar one last time. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had!”Frank looked over at Sam, and then back at me. “We ran over our studio time, but it was worth it. We got enough for a full album.” Then, he looked over at Kyle, who
I walked around the waiting room, and then over to the glass double doors. The sun was already starting to set over the horizon as shades of red, orange, pink, and yellow streaked across the sky. A yawn escaped my lips as I started feeling the effects of the day. In fact, so much had happened over the course of the last few days that it was taking its toll on me. I was suddenly so tired that I was ready to fall asleep where I stood.“Hey, sugar,” an older woman said in a pronounced southern drawl from behind the receptionist desk, interrupting another one of my yawns. “Do you have a place to stay?”I laughed. “Yes, I do,” I said, and then set down my guitar case and my purse. “I’m just waiting for one of the guys.”She nodded. “Rex?”I laughed so hard that it definitely woke me up. “Not just no, but hell no.”The woman laughed. “It’s just as well.” Then,
I was so tired that I was no longer responsible for my actions. But, somehow, I didn’t think that defense would hold up in court.“Well, shall we?” he asked.I nodded, and then turned toward Bobbie Jo. “Thanks, again.”“Just remember what I said,” she said, rearranging the same stack of papers on her desk, obviously trying to look busy.I laughed. “I will.” Then, I nodded toward Logan and he followed me out the door.It was already dark outside as we walked through the sliding glass doors to the parking lot. I was glad that Logan was there to walk me out as I stopped and looked around. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m taking you home because it looks like the guys left you.”Logan laughed. “Yeah. They were pretty tired.”I smiled as we headed toward my car, my guitar case suddenly feeling like a lead weight.“So, you have a place now, hu
All of a sudden, Craig stood in front of us, blocking the way. Frank saw Craig approach and crossed the room. “May I speak with you both for a minute?” My heart suddenly sank, wondering what he had done to Alyssa. But I held my cool. If I hadn’t learned anything else over the years, it was to curb my jealousy. I looked down at Alyssa, and she nodded. Anyone else would have walked away and let them speak alone. But from what I remembered of Craig, there was no way in Hell that I was going to let that happen. “What is it, Craig?” Alyssa asked, stiffening. He stole a quick glance at me, and then focused on Alyssa. “Look: I’m sorry for what happened the other day … for the kiss …” I stiffened as I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to hold my cool until he finished. “… but I wanted you to know that it’ll never happen again. I’d like to continue our professional relationship, and I promise that nothing like that will ever happen again.” “It better not,”
The crowd erupted in thunderous applause once again as the mayor stepped up to the microphone.“So, eat, drink, and be merry,” Mayor Townsend said from the stage behind me as I rushed down the side stairs, fighting through the crowd, trying to get to Alyssa as quickly as I could. “But make sure to dig deep in your pockets to help Logan Ambrose and the children!”As I looked through the crowd, Frank, Alyssa, and Roxanne were standing, talking to my parents as a concerned look spread across Frank’s face. Even Craig looked concerned. I seemed to move in slow motion as I hurried to her. But the faster I moved, the slower I felt I was moving. What seemed like an eternity later, I stepped up beside Alyssa and wrapped a protective arm around her. “Mom, Dad! What are you doing here?” I asked directly, not caring how it sounded.“Why, son!” my mother began in a sickening sweet tone. “I’m here to celebrate
LoganI offered my arm to Alyssa and escorted her into the Grand Ballroom of The Plaza as Alanna walked ahead. A bellman took our coats as we walked in, revealing Alyssa’s lovely dress that fell over her body like water—very elegant and sexy. If this event hadn’t been in my honor, I would have taken her back to my condo and not let her out of the bedroom for a week.Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and beige pillars stood along the sides of the room, as the ceiling glowed in peach lighting. An ornately decorated Christmas tree sat at the far end of the room to the right by the stage, and tables set along the edge, leaving the center of the floor open. Christmas lights hung around the room, elegantly decorated but not overly done.When Alanna slipped out of her coat, she had the attention of every man in the room with her barely-there dress. I escorted them both to the head table where Frank and Craig were sitting
Then, he pushed into me as his lips descended upon mine. He moved me to my side and lay behind me, raising my leg up over his hip, and then pushed into me again as his hand reached around and rubbed my nipples.“God. This feels good!” I said as I pushed against him, letting every inch of his wonderful dick fill me. “Don’t stop!”He pushed into me as he rubbed my nipples and then moved his hand down to my clit as he rubbed and fucked. My walls clenched around his cock as every nerve in my body screamed for release, sending me over the edge as my climax shook my body.A moment later, his cock swelled. “Fuck, Alyssa! You feel good!” he screamed as he came inside of me, pushing into me, over and over, arousing me again.This time, I pushed him back against the pillows and then straddled him backward and pushed his full cock inside of me. Then, I rode him, over and again, lifting up off him and then pushing down hard a
Logan shoved into my pussy from behind as he fondled my clit, and I pushed against him, matching his rhythm. Soon, he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him pushing into me deeper and harder than before. Then his dick swelled, sending me over the edge as I screamed out in pleasure, shuddering in climax.“Oh, God, Alyssa,” he said as he came, pushing into me over and again. “You feel so good!”“Don’t stop!” I screamed as every nerve ending in my body ignited, bubbling up inside of me until it spilled over. “I’m coming again!”Then, his cock swelled again as he kept his rhythm, pushing into me even harder. He moaned as he pushed into me and stopped for a minute as he came again. Then, he pulled back and pushed into me again, until his pulls finally slowed. He kissed my back as I leaned across the table, and then rubbed my inner thighs as he kissed my ass cheeks. “You want to continue this, or are you
Soon, I walked into the front door of my apartment. It had been twenty-four hours since I’d been there, and it seemed desolate somehow. Empty. I quickly pushed the thought aside as I hung up my coat and dressed in casual jeans and a nice blue shirt and matching light sweater—the kind that’s longer in the front than in the back.Then, I headed out to the kitchen and decided to make some good old-fashioned spaghetti and meatballs. Logan had always called it ‘comfort food for the soul’.Within minutes, I had the water for the spaghetti on to boil, the sauce cooking, and was rolling the meatballs when I heard a knock on the door. “Just a minute!” I yelled as I washed up and hurried to the door, wiping my hands on a dishtowel.I flung the door open, and Logan was leaning against the door facing. “You really should ask who it is before you open the door,” he said in a seductive voice as he handed me a bouquet of pu
I laughed at her sudden change of heart. I knew just how to manipulate her … tempt her with shopping with an unlimited credit card. “So, when can you get here? We have to go shopping soon. Christmas Eve is just a week away.”She thought for a minute as she shuffled papers in the background. “Give me today to cancel my clients and I’ll be on the first flight out.”I laughed. “Good! Can’t wait to see you! Hey! Don’t plan on going back right away! I want to go out with you on New Year’s Eve, too!”She laughed. “What? Logan not man enough for you?”I laughed. “Just get your ass here! Can’t wait to see you!”Her voice suddenly turned serious. “Yeah. Me, too.”“You okay?”There was a pause at the other end. “Same ‘ol, same ‘ol. No man at Christmas, the usual.”“Well, we’re going
AlyssaThe next morning, I left Logan sleeping on his bed, dressed, and gave him a light kiss on the forehead, careful not to wake him. He rolled over, smiling, and hugged his pillow. I loved watching him sleep. I hated to leave him, and wished I could climb back into bed with him, but I had appointments on the book. Since I had moved to New York, word had spread quickly and business was booming. A twinge of guilt pulled at my chest, because I knew a lot of it had to do with Curt.Eying the notepad and pen on Logan’s dresser, I quickly scribbled a note.My Dearest Logan:Thanks for dinner. I especially liked the ‘main course’. Come to my place for dinner tonight … and no complaining about my cooking! LOL!Until Then,AllieIt was funny. He was the one who started calling me Allie, but he was the only one who called me that all the time. Somehow, it fit. Carryi
“I’ll give you my credit card and you can go get you a dress. And don’t worry about the cost,” I whispered against her lips when I pulled back.She smirked. “You don’t have to do that. I can buy a dress.”I shook my head. “No. I want to,” I said as I placed a credit card with no limit on the table next to her plate. “Besides, you’d better get used to it.”She smiled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”I leaned closer and looked directly into her eyes. “It means that now that I found you again, I’m not going to let you go.”She was about to say something, but stopped short when the doorbell rang.“Ignore it,” I said, leaning in to give her a kiss. “It’s probably just the doorman.”But she pulled back and bit her lower lip. My heart sank at her expression, wondering what she was thinking about what I had