Maybe finding a storage room would go down much better than I thought.
It was a busy night with yet another person coming in and asking her help. I read some more papers, trying to entertain myself. I found one that was a sign-up sheet for the computer lab. I read over the names, bored. The last name caught my attention.
May.
There was only one woman in town I knew of with that name. I looked for Selena amongst the shelves and saw her, busy in deep conversation with the woman that had asked assistance. I walked toward the computer lab but I didn't go inside. If May really was there... instead, I stood to the side where I could see all the users behind their computers but they couldn't see me. They were all with their backs toward me. It wasn't hard to know her, though, even from behind. Her ponytail had an arrogant curl at the bottom and she sat up straight as if she was pressing her boobs out just in case someone was watching.
I groaned inwardly. Had she been following me? I was pretty sure of it. She wouldn't set foot in a library. You had to have brains for that. No, I was wrong. May had brains - I hadn't ever met a cunning bitch like her. But she wasn't intellectual as much as she was streetwise. This was definitely something a lot more serious, something I needed to take note of. I needed to talk to the boys about this. May was trouble in any and every way.
I my way back to the counter where Selena was scanning books and organizing them according to the numbers on the back. She looked up and smiled when I approached her.
"Wandering around? I hope you're not looking for trouble. Or were you just checking if we'd expanded our series on motorcycle repair."
I chuckled. Oh, the sarcastic humor she used on me sometimes. It was so cute. "I was just looking at your facilities. You have a lot of separate rooms around here."
She nodded. "We offer a lot of different services." She looked at me seductively, which made me think she might have caught on to my double meanings and she was playing along. A shiver traveled down my spine. God, I hoped that was the case. I was getting all worked up and I needed her to be on the same level. I wanted a release and I wanted it from her.
No other woman came close to Selena now. It was a blessing and a curse that I knew her.
"I have to put these boxes in storage," Selena said, picking up a box of books that looked heavy.
"Let me get that for you."
I stepped up and put the muscle I always worked on so hard to good use. I followed her to the storage room.
She unlocked a door and flicked on a light. There were boxes stacked against one wall and a table against the other with nothing on it but a lamp without a globe. I put the box where she pointed. After I did, I stepped toward the door and locked it.
"What are you doing?" Selena asked. There was a smile in her voice.
I turned to her, stepped in right up close and kissed her. I hooked my fingers into the belt of her pants and pulled it down.
"Logan! I have to get back to the front."
I didn't listen to her. I kneeled in front of her and put my mouth over her sex, licking her. She gasped and trembled under my hands on her hips.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she said with a breathy voice but she made no move to stop me.
I took this as a sign that she wanted more. Thank God she was on the same level as me. I kept at it, licking up and down, flicking my tongue over her clit and then lollipopping her with a flat tongue before paying attention to her clit again. She leaned back onto the table, lifted one leg and pushed her hands into my hair, pulling me even closer to her.
I worked her into a frenzy. I could tell by the way she tugged at my hair, pulling my face in to her and releasing in a rhythm that reminded me of sex. I locked my mouth onto her clit and sucked gently, just hard enough for her to cry out but not to cause pain. Her hips starting bucking, pushing her up against my face but I carried on.
She orgasmed quietly, making small whimpering sounds but nothing more. Her body shuddered under my hands, her hands locked into fists around my hair and for a moment she didn't breathe, her mouth stretched into an 'O' of pleasure. Then she gasped, released me, and lowered her leg. I let her go.
"Sorry," she said, breathing hard. "I didn't mean to pull your hair."
I smiled. "Don't be." I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I could still taste her.
"Let me return the favor?" She asked it as a question but she didn't give me time to answer. Not that it would have been a no. She kneeled in front of me and unbuckled my pants, pulling down the zipper.
I pulled my pants down just underneath my ass so my cock could be free and she took it into her mouth. Her eyes were locked on mine and she was a sight to behold with those blue eyes looking up at me and her lips stretched around the thickness of my lust for her.
She pumped her head up and down the length of me for a while, massaging my balls with her hand. This was absolute heaven but I didn't want to finish like this. I wanted to release deep inside of her, not in her mouth. I gently pushed her back and she released me. I pulled her up, kissed her, and then spun her around. She squealed a little when I held one hand on her hip and pushed her down over the table with the other. Her ass was presented to me beautifully with her bent over like that and the view was enough to release my load all over her ass, but I wasn't going to do that. Self-control was the name of the game.
I spanked her lightly and when she yelped I laughed. She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes naughty, her lips curled in a tight smile. "You're full of shit."
I nodded. "I am."
I pushed into her just as I said it so her response was an erotic sigh, not something cheeky. She felt fantastic from behind. The first time we'd had sex it was all sensual and beautiful and I'd taken care of her emotions, too. This was different.
I pushed into her all the way and she braced herself on the table, her fingers curling around the edges. I started pumping in and out of her, going harder and faster. She held her mouth closed, moaning through her nose to dampen the sound and leaned her chest on the table. The table started moving back bit by bit as I did her. Hard.
This was raw. This was wild. This was fucking.
I hammered into her over and over again, and at some point I thought she was having another orgasm but I wasn't sure. Her insides were already tight, clamped down on my cock, and her voice was muffled to keep quiet. Her cries sounded the same but her body shivered and her knuckles went white for a short while. I didn't let up. I didn't slow down. I wanted to release inside of her and I was going to keep going until that happened.
At some point I felt it. My balls starting contracting and I felt myself elongate, filling her up even more. Her cries changed, which suggested I was going in even deeper. I looked at her ass, at where my cock disappeared and reappeared between her ass cheeks and that was enough to send me over the edge. She was so fucking hot I couldn't deal with it anymore.
My body jerked and I leaned forward a bit. I squeezed my eyes closed and felt her body swallow mine, burying myself as deep inside of her as I could where I deposited everything I had to offer. She moaned some more and then the orgasm was over and I was starting to go limp.
I pulled out of her and my cock glistened with our sex. I reached for my pants and zipped it up. Selena peeled herself from the table, murmuring something, working on her own pants. She leaned against the table when we were both decent.
"Holy shit, Logan," she said.
I nodded. It really had been fucking fantastic. I pulled her closer and kissed her. Properly. So she knew it wasn't just sex to me. She was a lot more than that. When I broke the kiss she smiled at me and the expression on her face was soft and loving.
"I really have to get back now," she said in a husky voice. "If Alicia finds out..."
"She'll be jealous I didn't take her into the storage room and give you hell."
Selena smiled and nodded, unlocking the door. We both walked out as if nothing had happened. The front desk was as we'd left it with no angry people waiting to be serve
d.
I held out my hand over the counter and Selena took it. I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed her knuckles. "I have to get going. I'll drop off your flowers at your apartment. I really want to see you later."
She nodded and smiled. "I'd like that. Why don't you come fetch me at closing time?"
I nodded. Hell yeah.
"And bring my manuscript, will you? Otherwise I'm going to have to report it stolen." She looked dead serious but her eyes laughed at me.
"I will." I turned and walked out of the library, fighting the urge to look back and see her face one more time.
Chapter 15
Selena
The rest of the night was pretty damn dull after Logan left the library. I sat behind the counter, trying to focus on writing another chapter and failing miserably. My body was still throbbing in places where Logan had been and my panties were wet. I wasn't sure it was because of what had already happened or because I was anticipating what would happen later.
Sure, I'd been pissed at him when his phone had gone off with that message but it was all over now. He really had made a huge effort so show how much he felt for me and the truth was that it didn't just feel like a fling, even though I'd barely known him for a week.
Sometimes you meet people and it just works and you can't help the rollercoaster ride that follows because it’s meant to be. It's the same as how it never feels right with some people no matter how many years you try.
I started typing a rendition of our sex. It was a combination between the sex we'd had the first time and the sex we'd had now, and it was explicit. I'd never written something like this and I felt dirty and naughty while doing it. But it helped me. It worked me up and calmed me down as a sort of release all at the same time. And I pictured me and Logan doing all sorts of things that I wrote about and that just made it all that much more intense.
My book wasn't an erotic book and I would never leave this chapter in there, but they say writers use their work as an outlet of their own experiences and I hadn't once found it to be otherwise. Doing the sex scene between Kylee and her newfound biker love made the time tick by a hell of a lot faster than it had been before.
Maybe this was something to remember for those future days that could get so damn long. Boy, the girls would absolutely freak out if I read this to them. Maybe it would be worth it, just to see their reaction.
I was lost in my idea of how it would go down when I realized a woman was staring at me. She stood just a few feet away from the counter like she'd been waiting for me but didn't want to be close enough to impose.
"Can I help you?"
She nodded. "Do you have any books on relationship advice?"
I pointed to the shelf with the how-to books. "If we have any, they’ll be there."
She smiled at me and there was something creepy about it. It didn't reach her eyes - it was something plastered on her face and those eyes were cold and hard.
"You see, I'm having problems with my ex-boyfriend and I need something big to bring the house down."
The way she said 'bring the house down' didn't sound like she was using it as a metaphor.
"Uhm..." What could I say to that? No don't? Or, sure, I get it? She was being weird.
"How many hunters do you think are out there?"
I narrowed my eyes at her. "What?"
"I think it's hunting season. Don't you?"
I shook my head slowly from side to side. This woman was batshit crazy.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
She pulled a face at me that looked a lot like she was baring her teeth at me. A smile gone very, very wrong.
"No, thank you. I think I need to clean up this mess myself." She kissed her palm and blew the kiss at me before turning and walking away. Her hips swayed from side to side like she intended for everyone who looked at her to stare. Her ponytail bobbed in an annoying way before she left the library. I picked up the clipboard with the computer lab names on them. She'd been the last one to fill it in.
May. Unique name. And a unique personality, apparently, something that was better to stay away from. There were some really fucked up people in this world.
The whole question about hunting season and if there were a lot of hunters around made me wonder if there was more to what she was saying. Of course, if there weren’t it would just mean she was really off her rocker. If it did, it meant she was one of the girls who had been with Logan before. Unless I was blowing it completely out of proportion, now.
Maybe I had to ask Logan about it when he came to pick me up.
When my shift ended, he was already waiting for me, sitting on his bike. I locked up and skipped toward him, kissing him when I reached him.
"I missed you," he said.
"It's only been three hours."
He shrugged. I smiled and got on the back of the bike, but not before he gave me a helmet. "Safety first."
"Hypocrite." He never wore a helmet. Still, I took it and put it on.
The bike purred underneath me and I could feel it all to way to my core when he pulled off. There was something very sensual about the feeling of straddling that much power. I could see the appeal. The air was cold where it crept in under the helmet and whipped around my jacket that didn't do much to keep out the cold of the night.
Logan took a road that led toward the waterside. We drove along a secluded road that ran along a ragged beach for a long time. I reached my hand around him and pushed it against his crotch. I started rubbing.
He looked around at me for a moment but didn't say anything or make a move to stop me, so I carried on. I felt him harden through the rough jean material and kept at it. At this rate nothing spectacular was going to happen but it was just going to keep him on the edge. That was where I liked him. He'd been on the edge at the library and look at what had happened there - sex in the storage room at my work place. It had been hot as hell.
I wanted more of that. I wanted more of him.
He drove the bike like he was one with it. I had never been on the back of a bike before but I didn't feel scared. My arms were wrapped around him and I knew he would never let anything happen to me.
How had he gotten here? He had to have a lot going on in his past for him to end up where he was now. Community service that led to the Boys and Girls Club, the leader of a biker gang and from what I saw his men seemed to respect him. I knew there was more to him, more danger and more chaos. I wanted to know him. It didn't scare me off. I had the feeling it would make me respect him more.
We pulled into a small road that led from the main road and Logan parked the bike on a fat concrete slab that seemed to have been poured especially for that reason. He took my hand and together we walked farther down until we were on the edge of the beach. We stopped to take off our shoes and then we walked, hand in hand, shoes in our free hands and our toes in the sand.
The sand was cold with the absence of sunlight. The sound of the waves breaking on the sand over and over again was like a soothing lullaby and the moon was out and almost full.
"This is beautiful," I said. "Isn't it a private beach?"
Logan shook his head. "Just secluded, not really for swimming so the tourists stay away. But we're allowed to be here."
He sat down on the sand and I joined him. I shivered and he pulled me closer to him, trying to warm me up with his body heat.
He turned his face to mine, tipped my chin up with his finger and kissed me. It was a deep and sensual kiss with nothing that had any hint of sex in it. He lay down and pulled me on top of him so I didn't have to be in the sand. We carried on kissing. His hands started roaming over my body and his was hard underneath me, but still it didn't feel like it was about the sex. It was soft and sensual and emotional and he touched me everywhere because he liked me for it and he wanted to let me know. Not because he wanted some.
I hadn't had something like this in ages. If ever. This was completely about me and Logan. As people. Sure, a lot of it had been
about sex, but it was more than that. I was really starting to fall for this guy and not just because he was a good-looking badass. He was the kind of badass that would be good just for me. Wasn't that the biggest compliment in the world?
He stopped kissing me for a moment and just looked at me. He brushed away loose strands of hair that had been teased out of my ponytail by the wind and his eyes were drowning deep, bottomless pools of black. He studied my face like he was committing it to memory.
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