The first thing Logan noticed upon his entrance to the bar was that pretty much no one was looking at him. That would have been unusual under normal circumstances. His height and presence, not to mention his reputation, usually afforded him at least a handful of cautious glances and furtive, muttered curses. But right now his attention was more carefully focussed on the reason for the distraction rather than the response of the crowd itself.

She looked like the kind of woman who could make grown men cry. Fire in black leather wearing boots that would grind a man's testicles into the dirt if the desire arose and he raked his eyes over her with a low growl. Her short, tight skirt had ridden up her thighs as she straddled the barstool. A skin hugging black leather bodice plastered itself almost indecently to round, alabaster breasts while her long, bare legs curled gracefully around the stool, pointed toe scuffing idly in the dirt.

He snarled quietly, the cascade of vibrant spitfire red hair shimmering as she slowly turned to face him, dim lamplight illuminating her almost expectant smile as she turned to talk instead to the enraptured, simpering man who happened to be sitting next to her.

Lean, denim-clad legs carried Logan across the gritty, dark floor almost silently, his hand landing on the collar of the woman's unsuspecting admirer before he physically tossed him out of the way. He sent the startled man into an undignified, sprawled heap on the floor, the staccato scrape of furniture heralding total silence to the room.

The woman raked her eyes up his chest, seemingly unimpressed by such a display and she watched his ribcage heave with sharp, panted breaths, tight T-shirt stretching over his torso with each inhalation. Lust and annoyance and confusion all warred in his expression and he wrapped his hands around her hips to pull her off the stool, kicking it away before marching her backwards and pressing her spine into the edge of the bar. He sandwiched her tightly between the mottled old wood and his rough, muscular body, fingers digging into her ass as he swooped down and consumed her lips in a hungry, savagely claiming kiss.

His tongue swept the inside of her mouth, mapping and licking every inch as she moaned in pleasure, oblivious to the crowded onlookers. The sound of her groan thrummed against the roof of his mouth as he pressed his groin insistently against her abdomen.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was a low growl against her ear when he finally released her lips, her breathless chest heaving as he scraped his teeth along the side of her neck.

"Can't a girl get lonely when her man's away? I was..." she smiled at him wickedly, "Looking for some company to take my mind off it."

She slid her hands up his spine, fingers sliding over the tight muscles in his back, her body arching into the delicious sensation of his hot, familiar presence searing against her skin.

"Don't even joke about that, darlin'," he warned. "I was only away two days."

She moaned sensually, clutching his broad shoulders as he slowly tongued her ear. "Two day too long. I knew you'd track me down," she murmured. "Thought you might like to come and claim what's yours."

She was right. He'd been following her scent since turning off the highway on his way home, the familiar whisper of her fragrance tickling his senses as he wove through the sultry, hot summer back roads of Westchester. The still air and humidity had seemed to concentrate her scent and he'd turned his bike away from the mansion and instead followed her here.

Here... in the sleaziest bar she could find. He craned his neck round and glared menacingly at the still-staring crowd.

"I advise you look elsewhere while you still have eyes in your head."

She laughed as the space around them cleared but his attention was focused solely on her. He pressed his nose just beneath her ear and inhaled deeply, proprietary hands caressing the firm globes of her bottom as she slowly rubbed her leg up the outside of his thigh. Her knee came to rest over the line of his hip and he leaned forward, fixing her inescapably into the wooden bar-side as he kissed her deeply, tongue slicking slowly against her own in a sweet-hot battle of passion.

Arousal condensed in the heat between them, sultry and tempting, and it made his mouth water, one hand leaving her bottom to slip under the front of her skirt, tugging aside the elastic of her panties before he pushed a long, thin finger inside of her. She shuddered and tensed, eyes snapping shut as she felt Logan growl at the still-staring bartender behind her. His finger squirmed slowly in the depths of her body in a torturous rhythm, pushes and thrusts, his body pressed so full up against her she was almost drowned by his presence.

She was hot already... wet... the lazy, slick sound of his exploratory finger pulling in and out of her sex really only audible to him. His cock twitched behind the seam of his pants, starting to burn as it hardened, trapped beneath the zipper, and he captured her mouth again, swallowing her breathy moans as he stroked and pressed and explored, his finger now soaked and wet with her juices. Like an itch she desperately wanted to scratch, the slide of his touch in the depth of her core sent hot bursts of need through her body, not nearly enough but already far too much to ignore.

He smiled against her lax, parted lips, slipping a second digit deep in alongside the first and he felt her physically hitch as he pressed against the front wall of her sex, pressing the tips of long, agile fingers into the sensitive pad of nerves he found there. Her body clenched around him instinctively, tightening its wet grasp on his hand as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, finger-fucking like a possessive demonstration, swirling and pressing and so fucking good.

She'd never been an exhibitionist by nature but the eyes on her felt surreal and detached as she just clung to him, breathing hard as blood pounded in her head, feeling the promise of release flutter just outside of her grasp. Her nipples were painfully hard, straining against the leather across her breasts, and he slowly scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her open as he thrust his tongue past her lips to silence her cry.

She felt like she was crashing along the edge of a razor, the heel of his palm brushing against her clit and she jerked roughly, almost finding release before his hand slowed, stopped, and slipped free with the hot slide of her wetness. She whimpered under her breath, aching with need, the deepest parts of her sex pulsing with the beat of her heart and she pried her eyelids open, gazing at him with passion-drugged heat.

"Outside," he growled, twisting around and letting her hang limply against his side as he half carried, half dragged her out of the bar, a myriad of hot, jealous eyes following them as they left.

Beyond the swing doors the night was heavy and damp; humid summer weather that refused to let go of the daytime's heat. Insects chirped in the undergrowth as he pulled her on unsteady feet across the length of the parking lot. Her body was still churning with unsated need and the scent of it teased his senses, making his erection swell heavily under the restrictive pull of his jeans. His spine almost itched with desire, wanting to just force himself deep into her willing, pliant body and solidify his claim in the most primal way possible. Somehow mark her inexorably as his very private property, and he growled softly at the thought.

She tried to head towards her car but he pulled her against his bike instead, parting her legs with a shove of his knee before bending her forward over the black leather saddle, a hand on the small of her back holding her in place as he pulled her wickedly short skirt up around her waist.

He looped his fingers under the band of her deep crimson panties, slipping them down her splayed thighs until they were just out of his way, inhaling the thick aroma of her soaked need with feral hunger, fingers tensing round the end of his belt as he carelessly yanked it open.

"Logan..."

She sighed his name, the need evident in her voice and her hands curled into the edge of the seat as she shifted against his palm. She was almost thrusting her ass out in invitation, and he wrenched open the denim fastenings, tugging down the zipper with a low growl of pleasure. Her body was wet, ready, the delicate pink opening twitching a little in anticipation of his presence. She was fucking burning for him and he grit his teeth as he slowly stroked his cock, flush with thick blood and more than ready to take her.

The hand on her back slid down to her bare hip, wrapping around it tightly and he pulled her up a little, guiding the broad, thick head to her entrance before pushing slowly past the inviting lips of her core.

Her mouth gaped in a silent moan and he forced his way further in, thick and hard and always just a little more than she expected, stretching her to the limit as he sheathed himself in her grasping, slick heat. It felt like he was crushing her, forcing her into the leather, the heat and his presence overwhelming and he rocked them both against the bike as he circled his hips. Pushing so fucking hard, it was like he was trying to seat deeper in her body before he'd fuck her for real and he growled as he listened to her panted moans and whimpers, torturing her overwrought need with possessive jealousy.

So deep and so hard... The drag and slide of his girth was agonising in its bliss and she keened quietly as he started to pull out, moving barely an inch before slamming his cock home again; Fast, sharp beats into her sex that sparked every molten sense in her body, thumping up her spine, filling her, thick and low and rough. She could feel him bottom-out... a heavy, pounding beat that forced her forward over the saddle of the bike every time his hips crushed against her, palms almost burning on her sides as he clutched her tightly in place. She tried not to cry out too loudly, colour dancing behind her eyelids as he held her against his unceasing, proprietary claim, panting a breathless grunt every time he slammed into her quivering body. It felt like she was going to splinter apart, shatter under the intensity of his presence and his pelvis jerked roughly each time, forcing him deeper, claiming her piece by piece until she was almost a part of him.

Her hands clawed uselessly at greasy chrome, a whimper on her lips as her body gripped him so intimately, stretched to accept as much as could ever possibly fit. The friction burned like ember in the pit of her being, red hot and scorching, a swell of flame igniting every nerve as she craned her head back, lips parting in almost painful bliss as she finally sobbed out into the night. Tense drawn like a bowstring, she seized hard, tightening every muscle and bearing down on the blissful, thick presence that fucked deep into her core, twisting and clenching and trying to hold him as pure white fire consumed her. He growled, pumping into her vehemently, reminding her she was his with every movement of his body and his pace faltered for a second before she felt wet, wet heat shoot into the depths of her core. He seemed to sear her insides with his climax, pulsing hard before he gave a final few thrusts, spending himself fully as he grit his teeth and, with a harsh grunt, locked himself hard into her core.

She could feel him panting behind her, her legs shaky in high heels on rough tarmac. The only thing stopping her crumpling to the ground was the exact same thing that held her flung carelessly over the bike; the penetration between her thighs and the hands that wrapped almost bruising heat around her bare hips. Aftershocks still fluttered and she moaned weakly, massaging his still-hard cock as he lifted her upright, pulling her back against his chest as he remained embedded between her spread legs.

Anyone could see them, she realised. Anyone who came out of the bar would see her skirt pulled up around her waist and her panties stretched around her thighs; would see her body speared onto him as he reached down to slowly massage her tight little clit, wet sex glistening with spent passion. She hissed and flinched as he flicked at the sensitive nub, the arm now wrapped tightly around her ribs pinning her in place against his chest as he fingered her, sliding wet circles around her tight core as he inhaled the sweet, hot scent of mixed passion.

Everyone could see them, and that was the point. He was making sure they all knew she was his and only his, reaffirming his rights with delicious retribution for finding her here in the first place. He was staking his claim in the most wicked way possible.

He dragged his wet fingers slowly up the front of her bodice, looping his touch into the bra cups when he reached them and pulling them down one by one, just enough to let her flushed, pink breasts escape the constriction of the tight leather. He possessively cupped one in his palm and thoughtfully thumbed the hard, erect little nipple, feeling her shiver in his grasp.

"So you missed your man, huh?" he purred, lips brushing her neck before he lightly bit her earlobe, tugging at it with his teeth.

She murmured incoherently and he slowly rolled his hips, the hardness still buried inside her sex shifting deliciously as he toyed with the sensitive tip of her breast.

"You sure know how to welcome a guy home, Jeannie. Makin' me come all out here to get you..."

He rolled his hips again, pinching her nipple in time with each slick twist inside her body and he felt her arch against his unyielding hold.

"I knew you'd enjoy it," she whispered, voice breathy with desire. His hand strayed slowly to her other breast and played with the sensitive little nub there for a moment, tweaking it as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth against her wetness. He growled, hot and sensual against her neck and she licked her lips.

He let her go then, pulling free of her body with a slow, wet drag of flesh and she murmured her disappointment at the loss of him inside her. He smiled. A little carnivorous. A lot dangerous.

"Get on the bike, baby. No one said we were done."