To Make You Feel My Love (3 page)

At last, the bartender slid her drinks to her. Realizing she couldn’t carry all the drinks by herself, he saw his opening and quickly took it.

“Hey, let me help you with those.”

“You sure you don’t mind?”

“Oh, honey, I am
s
ure,” he said with a southern drawl he hadn’t used in a long while. Now he knew he spent way too much time with Dusty, and grinned to himself.

Alana led the way back to the table. How he made it there without spilling a drink was a miracle, because he couldn’t take his eyes off her ass. She had the sexiest walk he had ever seen. She took long strides that made each cheek roll and bounce as she moved.
Dammit man
, he needed to pull it together!

They finally made it to the small table where the two other women were sitting on barstools. Becky was surprised to see a man following her friend. Alana had found a man, in a bar? And what a man he was, a fine specimen indeed!

“Damn girl, what did you find, and where can I get one?” Becky said with prodding eyes. She ogled Logan’s body with an X-rated look in her eye, raising her eyebrows in approval of what she saw.

“Oh my God, mm hmm.” Ella turned around to look at Logan too. “Whoa, are there anymore of you here?” she said, as she started scouting the room.

“You two stop! Damn, I can’t take you anywhere,” Alana said. She looked at Logan with apologetic eyes. She mouthed
I’m sorry
to him.

“It’s all good,” he laughed. “Do you guys want to shoot some pool? My buddies are over in the corner. We
al
ready have a table.”

The ladies looked in the direction Logan was pointing and saw the guys. They were all nice looking. Mike was a bit shorter than the other two, with short dark chocolate brown hair, dark skin and a muscular build. He wore a black sleeveless T-shirt that showed off his dark tan. Troy was tall and lean with strawberry blonde hair. He was wearing a western cut button up shirt and cowboy boots. Becky and Ella’s eyes met with huge smiles.

“Hell yes!” they said simultaneously.

* * * * * * * *

No surprise Becky and Dusty had an immediate connection. They seemed to be two peas in a pod. Becky was average height, not skinny, with curves in all the right places. She wore her chestnut brown hair short around the ears because she hated mornings, and said the short hair was easier to fix before work. Most days, it looked like she rarely even brushed it, much less styled it. Tonight it was in cute spikes, set off by the large glittery hoop earrings she wore. Her tight jeans and red tank with thin straps over a red satin bra left little to the imagination. Dusty was tall and thin, but you could tell he did physical labor for a living. He had brown hair that was wavy and lay on his neck.

“Damn Logan, you
dawg
, you know how to get another round,” Dusty gave a catcall, and shamelessly looked the girls over. Logan was quick to put an arm around Alana’s back and make the introductions. She liked the feeling of his big strong arm around her. Dusty obviously took the hint. He headed straight for Becky and Ella. Although Ella was the more attractive of the two women, with long reddish brown hair, green eyes and an athletic build, Becky was the one who was always the life of the party. Dusty seemed to be more drawn to Becky, and vice versa. Within minutes, they had their hands all over one another, laughing and making sexual innuendoes.

“Well ladies, welcome to the night of your lives.” Dusty put an arm around each of them as if to keep them all to himself. “Let the games begin.”

Logan ordered another round, and Dusty got the next. They were all chatting and talking about where they grew up and what they did for a living. While Dusty, Troy and Mike
had the other two girls occupied with some insane story of their life on the farm, Logan ushered Alana to a corner table next to the pool tables. She sat on a stool in the corner facing Logan.

“Are you having a good time?” he rubbed her hand with the back of his index finger. He was looking at her mouth as if he wanted to devour her. Her heartbeat was so loud in her head she could barely hear his words.

She licked her dry lips and tried to answer, but all she managed was a nod of her head. Their fingers were rubbing together now. He raised his other hand to her face and moved a loose strand of her caramel colored hair from her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and brushed the pad of his thumb across her cheek making her heart beat even louder. All she wanted was for him to kiss her, but her mind kept telling her to stop, she didn’t even know this man. “I want to kiss you,” he said gazing in her eyes.

“What’s stopping you?” she asked in a shaky voice, barely managing to get the words out, despite what her mind was telling her.

“I don’t want you to think that’s the kind of guy I am.”

“What kind of guy are you?” she tilted her head to the side.

“Not the kind that meets a girl in a bar and can’t keep his thoughts straight.”

He stroked her hair, looking at her whole face now.

She chuckled. “Me either.”

“I know you’ll think this is a pick up line, but I’ve never met anyone I’ve wanted to kiss as bad as I do you.”

“Is it a line?” she looked at his mouth, licking her lips.

Without further hesitation, he leaned in, brushing
his lips against hers. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe. He took his time kissing her, using the
tip of his tongue to trace her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and met his tongue with hers. She could taste the fresh beer on his lips, and it tasted delicious. The heat intensified throughout her body. She spread her knees apart inviting him to move in closer. She could feel him against her leg, growing beneath the zipper of his jeans.

This wasn’t happening, was it? She didn’t behave this way, especially out in public. Surely it was the alcohol that had her head spinning, her heart pounding.

Their kiss deepened. Raising her hands up to his chest, she could feel the heat coming from his body, the muscles twitching beneath her palms and his heart pounding. She heard a slight moan catch in his throat. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment that he was just as turned on as she.

He cleared his throat finally. “I think I better stop now,” he said, but wasn’t moving away, “while I can still control myself.” He leaned his forehead in against hers, and gently kissed it as he pulled away. “I could very easily become addicted to you.”

If he only knew, she thought. If he
only
knew.

“Hey y’all gonna play or what?” Dusty made his way over to them, putting his arm around his friend’s shoulder, and pulled Logan out of the corner. “I’ve made a friendly wager with these here ladies that they couldn’t refuse,” he said with a mischievous grin.

CHAPTER THREE

The morning light was peeking through the small crack between the drapes on the windows. Alana blinked her eyes open and yawned. She saw a familiar room and shut her eyes again. Then it hit her. She shot up out of the bed. What the hell! She was in one of her aunt and uncle’s hotel rooms.

She jumped from the bed and gasped, covering her mouth to hide the sound. Uncle James was going to kill her. Looking over at the other queen size bed she saw Becky and Ella curled up next to some guy. Wait, that wasn’t just some guy that was Dusty, Dusty Richards from last night.

Now it was beginning to come back to her. She slowly turned around to see him. There he was, in all his splendor, Logan Montgomery.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt and she could see the definition in each muscle of his arms and back. There were tattoos on his shoulder and a beautiful dragon down his ribs. He was going to be trouble and God knew she didn’t like trouble. But with Logan, she ignored all the warnings. She suddenly looked down at herself.
Whew
. She was still wearing clothes. That was a good sign at least.

She softly sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around at the room. Aunt Penny and Uncle James really needed to update this whole place. The rooms were decorated in pastels and a seashell motif, and the pictures and drapes were faded from age. But they were the oldest beach hotel left, hell, the only beach hotel left on the strip, and they were having a difficult time competing with large condos.

Money was tight for Aunt Penny and Uncle James. That’s why she continued to work there, helping them since she came to live with them eighteen years ago.

Never having disappointed them, she knew that Uncle James would be furious at her for slipping four unwanted guests into a room without payment. Worried about how he would handle it, she rubbed her face and started trying to piece the previous night together.

She remembered the pool game. It was guys against girls, taking shots of Patron for each missed or scratched shot. She was bent over the table eyeing her shot when she felt him lean in against her to give her some pointers. She felt
h
is slight hard on twitch against her backside.

“Is that your pool stick, or are you just happy to see me?” she asked in her sexiest voice.

He leaned in, pressing his growing erection even harder against her backside, and whispered, “Beautiful, I am
very
happy to see you.” Then he had kissed the side of her neck just under her earlobe, sending a shock through her body, and causing her to miss the shot.

She closed her eyes and felt
the heat rising between her thighs just thinking about how his body felt next to hers. A muscular arm came around her midsection pulling her further into the bed, startling her from her daze.

“Good morning,” a rough husky voice said.

“Good morning,” she smiled at the sound of his voice.

Logan raised up on one elbow and began kissing her shoulder. Goose bumps popped up over her entire body, intensifying the heat and moisture that was already pooling between her legs, causing her nipples to harden. She never felt this way before. Knowing she didn’t want to be someone’s weekend fling, and she wasn’t into one night stands,
what was she doing here?

She covered his hand with hers, “We’ve got to get everyone up. I have to slip you guys out of here without anyone seeing you.” She turned and saw the confused look on his face.

“Why…I…What?” he asked, shaking his head trying to figure out what she was talking about.

“This is my aunt and uncle’s beach hotel. He’ll kill me if he finds out I brought you guys here.”

“You think you brought us here?” he asked, rubbing his face and smiling with a low chuckle.

“Yes? I didn’t? Then…?” she was baffled.

“Sweetheart, first of all, you girls weren’t in any condition to take yourselves to the bathroom, much less take us anywhere. And second, Dusty rented this room three weeks ago.” He reached over nibbling on her shoulder. “We’re staying here for the bike rally”

“Oh my god,” she snorted, “You’re a guest here?” she asked with a nervous laugh. “That’s just as bad. He has a strict rule about not fraternizing with the guests. Well,” she let out a deep sigh, “at least I only have to worry about getting myself out alive.”

“I’ll keep you safe,” he said, pulling her down on her back so he could see her face. She was even more beautiful this morning. He loved her tousled hair and how soft it felt lying across his arm, smelling like coconut. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her soft peach colored lips. When his lips brushed over hers, she sucked in a breath and closed her eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “I dreamed about you all night,” he pressed his lips against hers. Parting her lips to let him know she wanted more, he responded. He swiped the tip of his tongue over the roof of her mouth, found her tongue and moved with it, exploring until he pulled back and licked her bottom lip for a brief second and carefully caught it between his teeth, then he slowly stopped. He took his finger and slowly outlined her cheek and jawline. A heat wave rushed over her seeing the longing in his eyes. When she felt his jean clad erection on her leg, her brain screamed stop, she was making a mistake, but her body wasn’t listening.
Was she dreaming?

Trailing his finger down around her chin, he slowly moved past her collarbone to her cleavage. Gently cupping his hands around her breast, he paid particular attention to the hardened nipple beneath her tank top and black satin lace bra. He stared into her eyes and lowered his head until their lips touched again. His kiss was firm and determined, tilting his head to cover her mouth with his as he kissed her
.
She raised her arms around him, running her fingers around the nape of his neck. His body was warm and he smelled delightful. He leisurely moved his hand down past her waist, slowly running his hand between her legs. She arched her back in delight and pulled him closer. Their kiss became deeper and harder until they heard movement in the bed next to them.

“Jesus,” he whispered and groaned softly. “I really should’ve gotten my own room.” She smiled as he kissed her forehead and released his grip on her.

“It’s just as well. I really need to get out of here.”

He brushed his lips across hers one more time before rolling over to get control of his stiffness.

* * * * * * * *

“Damn, what time is it?” Becky growled.

“Six-thirty, do you have to work today?” Alana asked.

“I’m on call, but damned if I’m going in.” She raised up in the bed, blocking the sunshine coming through the drapes with her hand. “My head is throbbing.” She looked rough.

“You know what cures a headache don’t you darlin’?” Dusty was awake, rubbing her back with a sly smile rising on his mouth, “mornin’ sex.”

“Damn if you’re not the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi.” Becky leaned in and laid a lip lock on him. She was from Freeport, Mississippi, and proud of it.

“Hey, why does this room look familiar?” she stopped, looked at Alana, then around the room.

Alana chuckled, “it’s Uncle James’s place,” raising her eyebrows.

“Ah shit!” Becky rubbed her temples. She knew the horror stories of Uncle James. She had only met the man a couple of times, but that was enough to know what an ass he could be.