Beyond Layers: Layer Series Book Four (Layers Series 4) by TL Alexander Read Free Book Online
Authors: TL Alexander
Tags: Romance
inviting me in. I don’t hesitate; our tongues begin dancing a tango. She dips I catch her. She spins I chase her.
“Logan,” she groans.
“God, angel. Say it again. I love how my name tastes on your lips.”
“Logan.”
My cock painfully beats a hard rhythm against her thigh as I trail my lips down her neck. “Say it again,” I plead.
“Logan,” she whispers.
My lips kiss down her collarbone to the swell of her breast. Biting the strap of her dress, I pull it aside and down.
“Christ, angel. So damn perfect,” I say, and lap over a small pink nipple.
“Logan,” she moans. “Please,” she begs.
I latch on to a nipple, sucking it into my mouth. It pebbles and throbs against my tongue.
“Logan! Where are you?”
I freeze.
Sam stiffens beneath me.
I release her nipple with a pop.
“Logan! Where are you?”
I let go of her hands. She looks up at me. “Are you expecting more company?”
“Fuck,” is all I can manage. I pull on the strap of her dress, reverently and reluctantly covering the most perfect tit I’ve even seen.
I remove myself from her. Standing, I give her my hand.
She takes it and I pull her up. “Do you know who it is?”
I nod. “Unfortunately.”
She straightens her dress and fixes her hair. “Who?”
“Janet. The fucking ex.”
She bites her lip before giving me a weak smile. “Sorry.”
I shake my head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Wait here and I’ll get rid of her.”
“No way. I’m not staying in here alone with the mancrib,” she says, nodding toward the stupid bed.
“Logan,” Janet shouts again.
“I don’t want her to see you. She’s… well, kind of a psycho.”
“She can’t be that bad.”
“Janet not only decorated this place but she designed the mancrib.”
She snorts. “I for sure have to meet her now.”
I give her my hand. “Okay, but remember I warned you.”
She takes my hand and we walk down the stairs to the first level.
Janet, standing near the bottom of the stairs, turns and looks up at us. She doesn’t look surprised to see me with someone, so I know this was planned.
I reluctantly let go of Sam’s hand and I step in front of her. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“God, Logan. Chill out. I came to get my stuff,” she says, craning her neck, trying to look around me at Sam.
“Your stuff has been sitting in the garage for months.”
She nudges me aside. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” she asks, giving Sam a curt once-over.
I look between them and mentally prepare myself for the inevitable catfight.
Sam winks at me.
I shake my head in surprise. What are you up to, angel?
She walks up to Janet, holding out her hand, grinning like an idiot. “I’m Sam. You must be Janet. Logan and I were just talking about you.”
Janet, stunned stupid, holds out her hand. “You were?”
“Yes,” Sam tells her, giving her hand a firm, exaggerated shake. “Logan was just showing me the bed you designed. I’ve never seen anything like it. What a concept. A mancrib,” she gushes.
I bite my lip, pausing my mirth.
“Mancrib?” Janet asks, coming out of her stupor.
“You creative little devil,” Sam tells her, releasing her hand, giving her shoulder a gentle slug. “I wish I’d thought of it. We all know how men like to be coddled,” she says, giving me a knowing wink over her shoulder. “Men are all just big babies in man clothing, after all. Right?”
“Well… I…” Janet stutters.
Sam puts a hand on her shoulder, towering over her petite form. “Please tell me, girlfriend,” she dramatically pleads, “that you’re in the process of manufacturing more?”
I took note of her use of a hard O on process , and smile.
“What? Manufacturing?”
“Oh, I see,” Sam says and performs an over-the-top pinching of her lips, locking-them-up and throwing the key over her shoulder. “Everything is hush-hush. I don’t blame you. It’s such an awesome idea.”
Janet’s
“Logan,” she groans.
“God, angel. Say it again. I love how my name tastes on your lips.”
“Logan.”
My cock painfully beats a hard rhythm against her thigh as I trail my lips down her neck. “Say it again,” I plead.
“Logan,” she whispers.
My lips kiss down her collarbone to the swell of her breast. Biting the strap of her dress, I pull it aside and down.
“Christ, angel. So damn perfect,” I say, and lap over a small pink nipple.
“Logan,” she moans. “Please,” she begs.
I latch on to a nipple, sucking it into my mouth. It pebbles and throbs against my tongue.
“Logan! Where are you?”
I freeze.
Sam stiffens beneath me.
I release her nipple with a pop.
“Logan! Where are you?”
I let go of her hands. She looks up at me. “Are you expecting more company?”
“Fuck,” is all I can manage. I pull on the strap of her dress, reverently and reluctantly covering the most perfect tit I’ve even seen.
I remove myself from her. Standing, I give her my hand.
She takes it and I pull her up. “Do you know who it is?”
I nod. “Unfortunately.”
She straightens her dress and fixes her hair. “Who?”
“Janet. The fucking ex.”
She bites her lip before giving me a weak smile. “Sorry.”
I shake my head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Wait here and I’ll get rid of her.”
“No way. I’m not staying in here alone with the mancrib,” she says, nodding toward the stupid bed.
“Logan,” Janet shouts again.
“I don’t want her to see you. She’s… well, kind of a psycho.”
“She can’t be that bad.”
“Janet not only decorated this place but she designed the mancrib.”
She snorts. “I for sure have to meet her now.”
I give her my hand. “Okay, but remember I warned you.”
She takes my hand and we walk down the stairs to the first level.
Janet, standing near the bottom of the stairs, turns and looks up at us. She doesn’t look surprised to see me with someone, so I know this was planned.
I reluctantly let go of Sam’s hand and I step in front of her. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“God, Logan. Chill out. I came to get my stuff,” she says, craning her neck, trying to look around me at Sam.
“Your stuff has been sitting in the garage for months.”
She nudges me aside. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” she asks, giving Sam a curt once-over.
I look between them and mentally prepare myself for the inevitable catfight.
Sam winks at me.
I shake my head in surprise. What are you up to, angel?
She walks up to Janet, holding out her hand, grinning like an idiot. “I’m Sam. You must be Janet. Logan and I were just talking about you.”
Janet, stunned stupid, holds out her hand. “You were?”
“Yes,” Sam tells her, giving her hand a firm, exaggerated shake. “Logan was just showing me the bed you designed. I’ve never seen anything like it. What a concept. A mancrib,” she gushes.
I bite my lip, pausing my mirth.
“Mancrib?” Janet asks, coming out of her stupor.
“You creative little devil,” Sam tells her, releasing her hand, giving her shoulder a gentle slug. “I wish I’d thought of it. We all know how men like to be coddled,” she says, giving me a knowing wink over her shoulder. “Men are all just big babies in man clothing, after all. Right?”
“Well… I…” Janet stutters.
Sam puts a hand on her shoulder, towering over her petite form. “Please tell me, girlfriend,” she dramatically pleads, “that you’re in the process of manufacturing more?”
I took note of her use of a hard O on process , and smile.
“What? Manufacturing?”
“Oh, I see,” Sam says and performs an over-the-top pinching of her lips, locking-them-up and throwing the key over her shoulder. “Everything is hush-hush. I don’t blame you. It’s such an awesome idea.”
Janet’s