Deaf (Senses Series Book 2)

by Neal, Xavier

  Logan’s hand slides down my arm and his grin is playful. “Were you looking for me?”

  Clearing my throat, trying to swim out of the fog of sex I’m drowning in, I nod. “I uh…was. Just wondering if you had left for the night yet. Usually you know, you fight, pick a chick, and bail.”

  His eyes don’t leave mine. “The only chick I plan on leaving with is you.” When my mouth drops open but doesn’t make a sound he continues. “Any idea when you’re getting off?”

  “Right now,” Erin speaks nudging me in the side.

  Quickly I turn to face her. “But I—”

  “It’s cool, Maxx. I’ve got this. Everything is running smoothly. You really aren’t needed for the night. Go ahead and take the rest off. You deserve it.”

  I protest once more. “But Erin—”

  “Maxx,” she cuts me off, squeezing my hand tightly. “Go home. Seriously.”

  After a quick nod I turn to face Logan. “Apparently now.”

  He pulls his car keys out of his pocket. “Mind if I drive you home?”

  Public kisses and manners? Did I die and go to Bad Boy Heaven? Though I hardly believe Bad Boy Heaven is filled with the amount of nakedness running around my brain right now.

  “Just…let me grab my bag.”

  In what has to be record timing, I pull my bag from my locker, give myself a quick glance over in the mirror, patting down the hairs that got out of place, and meet Logan in the hallway where he is leaning against the wall waiting.

  The two of us exit the bar around the back and slide into his car without another word. Once I’m buckled up, Logan takes off, the only sound in the car is the humming of his engine.

  So….this kind of sucks? I mean, the tension is so dense in here you could use it to make diamonds, but at the same time it’s rolled in so much sexual desire, one move too quickly and I’m pretty sure I’d be coming on his leather seat.

  I glance over to see Logan focused on the road with a blank expression on his face.

  Is that regret? Oh God, is the commitment he just made without saying it finally hitting him? That kissing me in front of all those people was probably the equivalent of basically saying ‘Hey Let’s Go Steady’. Did I really just say that out loud? When was I born again? If I start talking about sharing milkshakes and going to the sock hop, slap me.

  ***

  Logan pulls his car into the driveway and the two of us head towards the front door still in silence.

  If he does regret this, this will be our last anything together. And if he doesn’t regret it, then this is our first time as a couple. Holy shit. We need to talk. We need to—

  “Maxx,” his voice calls to me, which is when I realize I am still standing outside the house and he’s holding the door open. “You coming?”

  “Right.” Get your head in the game, Maxx!

  Logan shuts the door behind me, and kicks off his shoes after locking it.

  Words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. “What do you mean you choose me, Logan?”

  I watch as he stalks towards me, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. The words come out of his mouth slowly. “I mean that I want you, Maxx. And only you.” He lets go of the breath he had been holding. “I mean—”

  Those are the last two words he says before my arms fly around his neck and I bury my lips back with his. Fuck it. We can talk later. He said the words that matter most to me, and right now, all I want is to finally know what it’s like to be his.

  I mean really be his. Legs over his shoulders and all.

  Taking my unexpected assault well, Logan’s hands grip my ass tightly over my skirt. I moan. He groans.

  Obviously it’s about to be a noisy night.

  Our tongues tangle as his hands give my ass another squeeze, this time pouring drips of gasoline on the fire that’s been burning inside me for years. Somehow I manage to pull my lips away and nudge my nose against his while whispering, “Logan…”

  “Yeah, Baby?” His voice is low and husky, my panties are so soaked it’s amazing they haven’t just slid off my legs.

  “Take me to bed?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He yanks me against him by the belt loops on my skirt and teases my lips once more. When I give him a small nip he groans and grips me tighter. Before I know it, the two of us are stumbling into Logan’s room, which is when I realize this is the first time I’ve ever really been in here.

  Most of the time we’ve lived together he’s hibernated in my room and just slept in his. I’ve been welcomed inside his for brief moments, but never like this. And I’ve never been invited into his bed.

  I stare up at him as he stands while I lean back onto my palms on his queen sized bed. I watch him as he watches me. His eyes are burning with that barbaric glow. The predatory look is clear as a fucking bell.

  Not to mention his cock is pointed directly at me.

  A bit nervous about the way his eyes haven’t left me or my body, I whisper out, “What? What are you staring at?”

  “The woman that’s gonna make come in record timing.”

  Well that’s a helluva an answer isn’t it?

  “Maximus.” His approach is slow once again, and I can tell he’s restraining himself. The way his fists are clutched at his sides and his breathing has become rigid I know I’ve entered new territory. There are only two reasons Logan gets like this, a fight and sex.

  And thank you Lord, it’s about to be sex.

  “Yeah?”

  A knee slides between my legs as he begins to lower me backwards. “I need to go slow…” His voice trails off as his lips glide down to give my neck a long stroke with his tongue. I moan softly in response. “But I can’t.” His tongue swipes a piece of skin near my collar bone and my body arches towards him. “See.” His tongue continues traveling down towards my breasts that are aching for his touch. “I need.” My eyes urge for me to close them as I strain to watch Logan’s tongue travel back up the other side of my neck, swirls and nibbles scattering its path. “To be inside you.” The words are in my ear. “Now.”

  My eyes meet his and I watch his tongue moisten his own lips.

  This feels like sexual suicide to give myself over with no prelude, but if I die, don’t you dare try to save me.

  “I’m all yours…”

  The words cause a deep exhale from Logan before his lips cover mine, hastily urging me up the bed. In a whirlwind of kisses, which have an abundance of tongue, we make our way towards the headboard and eventually reach it with a heavy thud.

  “Sorry,” he grumbles realizing just how hard my head hit.

  As my hands rashly paw at his shirt, I grumble back, “Don’t be.”

  Logan groans and rips his own shirt off over his head exposing the muscles that, after this first round, I plan on taking my time exploring with my hands and mouth. One hand cradles my body against his while the other unties my shirt proving how coordinated he really is in bed.

  The minute it falls open he pulls away and admires the view.

  It’s not like it’s his first time.

  “How the fuck do you get sexier every time I see you?” The words make me giggle, and I attempt to hide my face. Immediately he captures my chin and says, “Shy? My Maximus?”

  The playfulness in his tone causes me to lower my eyes to a similarly amusing look. But instead of responding, I reach behind me and unsnap my lace bra and slip it off, dangling it from my fingers like some sort of prize for him to claim.

  Logan growls and pounces on one of my free nipples, his tongue on a mission to make me cry out. And when I do his teeth drag themselves slowly across it before repeating the motion on the other side. My bra is now lost somewhere on the floor.

  This is like new age modern warfare.

  I go to push h
im off, to encourage him to get past this foreplay shit, when his hands trap mine against the headboard I’m leaning on. Lifting his mouth he rumbles, “No.”

  In a pout I try to respond, “But I just—”

  “No.” He states again stubbornly. “You are in my bed, Maxx. You are at my mercy. And you are mine to do with what I please.”

  The muscles in my pussy tighten and my legs, that he is trapped between, flex as well.

  A wicked grin creeps on his face. “You like that don’t you?” His eyes travel down to my body and I realize that if he breathes in the right spot I’m gonna be coming apart. “Your pussy likes it too?” Another strong clench of those muscles. Logan lets my arms go, backs up a bit, and yanks my thighs towards his body spreading my legs wide open. With his tongue tasting his own lips he admires the view of my skirt ruffled up and my bright red thong that’s now beyond damp. Staring at the sight between my legs he says, “You’re gonna come for me, Maxx.”

  Sexually frustrated I mumble, “Obviously.”

  Not appreciating my response, he grips my thighs tightly. The little bit of pain being applied from his grip is enough to threaten to send me spiraling over the edge.

  Is that a thing? Can you really come even if you haven’t been touched?

  “No, Maxx, you’re gonna come for me again.” Grip a little tighter. “And again.” His hands inch upward. “And again.” I whimper and shut my eyes. “And just when you think you can’t possibly come any more, that’s when you’re gonna come the hardest.” My body prepares to do just that when it feels his on top of it, his mouth in my ear now. “And that’s when you’re body’s gonna know it’s mine.”

  His lips feverishly attach to mine again, this time flooding my entire body with so much warmth I think I’m gonna die of a heat stroke before we even get to the best part. After just a few more kisses, Logan pulls away, grabs the edges of my skirt and thong, and pulls them down together in one slow agonizing motion.

  As soon as I’m completely naked Logan mutters, “Damn.”

  Slightly uncomfortable being the only one naked I encourage, “Feel free to join me in Birthday Suit City…”

  He lets out a light chuckle and stands up dropping both pairs of shorts.

  Is it scientifically possible that his cock could’ve gotten larger? Don’t you roll your eyes at me.

  My eyes shoot straight to his dick where they stay plastered as I suck my bottom lip into my mouth.

  “Keep looking at me like that, Baby, and I won’t even make it inside,” he warns.

  Hesitantly, I drag my eyes from it and up to his right as he leans over to grab a condom from the nightstand table. The combined sound of the drawer opening and the condom ripping sends my body into passion panic mode. This is happening. This is really happening.

  Once he’s strapped and ready he lowers himself back between my spread legs. With my heartbeat trying to escape through my chest, I realize I’m not just nervous because this is Logan but because well…it’s been a very long time. “Logan, wait.”

  His entire body stiffens as I watch him shut his eyes tightly. With a somewhat hung head he sighs, “Maxx, I will stop if I absolutely have to, and suffer from what will be the world’s worst fucking blue balls if you need me to. But God, I hope that’s not the fucking case.” I try to snicker but get caught. Logan’s eyes shoot open and his eyebrows up. “You think that’s funny?”

  “No,” I quickly answer.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  My lips pause for a second longer than I anticipated. “No.”

  “You hesitated. Maxx, if you’re not sure—”

  “I’m sure!” I blurt out. “It’s just…”

  “Just what?”

  Embarrassed I close my eyes not wanting to look him in the face as I make my admission. “It’s just…I haven’t had sex in a really long time.”

  “Open your eyes, Maxx.” Instantly my body follows his command. “How long?”

  “Years.”

  I watch his reaction unsure what to make of it. The corners of his mouth look like they want to turn up to smile in victory, but his eyes looks unsure. Clearing his throat, still hovering over me, he asks, “How many?”

  “Four.”

  At that, Logan sits up leaning back on the heels of his feet. “Four years, Maxx?”

  Propping myself up on my elbows I snap, “Well it’s not for lack of trying okay! Not everyone can just snap their fingers and have sex on demand like they have some sort of slut genie in their back pocket.”

  He runs his fingers through his hair in what I assume is frustration.

  Way to fucking ruin it, right? Why didn’t you tell me to just keep that little fact to myself until AFTER I had gotten laid? You’re here to help!

  “Look Logan, I understand if now you don’t want to—”

  “What?” The remark seems to bring him out of his own head. “Are you fucking kidding me? A tornado couldn’t stop me from finally being inside you, Maxx.”

  “Then what is it?”

  His shoulders slump down. “I feel like an asshole because I didn’t know that.”

  “It’s not like I’m advertising it on billboards.”

  Ignoring me he continues, “And because I know I can’t be slow or gentle right now and that’s what you need. I feel like the world’s biggest jerk because I can’t ever give you what you need.”

  Wow. So that look on his face wasn’t regret or rumination, but remorse. How can anyone not love him?

  “What I need, Logan Kellar.” I sit all the way up and run my fingers slowly across the tattoo on his chest. “Is you.”

  Without further contemplation he lunges forward knocking me flat, his tongue not needing an invitation to meet mine since mine was just as ready, and curls his fingers around the back of my neck. Before I can take my next breath, he’s plunged himself deep inside of me.

  The moment his dick is inside I explode even worse than I was expecting. “Logan!” I come instantly which was my fear. However, coming with enough intensity that it feels like it’s my first time didn’t seem like it was even a possibility.

  His lips fall off mine as he groans, “Really?” When my lips don’t provide an answer he smirks wildly making a demand on a thrust. “Again.” My eyelids fall as my tight muscles that are cradling his cock clench repeatedly as if prepared to do it on command.

  Traitors.

  Logan slowly pulls out, before sharply pushing inside again, this time deeper than before. I whimper his name, which is all the encouragement he needs as he continues this slow but rough rhythm that seems to tease yet please my clit in the process. While the movements aren’t hurried, each push is forceful and clearly dominating. My body threatens to come as I dig my nails into his bulging biceps.

  Reading my body, he thrusts harshly forward and demands, “Again, Maxx.”

  And I crumble once more releasing my orgasm on a loud cry of his name.

  “Fuck,” he curses in return, the hand that he’s had latched onto my hip is now trailing across my outer thigh while my legs are wrapped around him.

  When did that happen?

  “Keep that up, Baby, and I’m not gonna last much longer,” he advises. His lips suck my neck while his hips continue to rock forward.

  In a sexy whisper, directly next to his ear I respond, “Then don’t.”

  Logan lets out a low grumble and pushes his lips against mine as the rocking increases in speed. Pleased with the change, I express it by digging my heels into him, which results in a stifled groan of pleasure through our kisses. Subconsciously, my hips drift up to meet each of his thrusts with the familiar burn of another orgasm upon me.

  My muscles clench in warning and his kisses drop from mine. With his eyes shining bright he demands, “One more, Baby…give m
e one more.” Whimpering at his command, my own eyes start to shut when his tongue licks my bottom lip. “Eyes open.” I whine. I hate that he won’t let me roll my eyes back into my head. I receive a sharper plunge for my objection. “My.” Thrust. “Bed.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Rules.” And off the deep end I go, withering against him, my eyes doing their best to stay open as any air that I may have had in my lungs leaves. Suddenly, Logan’s body tenses and he groans, “Fuck, Maxx, I’m coming.”

  The two of us struggle to regain our breath as the sweat drips across our bodies. Logan slides out of me, pulls off his condom, and disappears to dispose of it. Satisfied in a way I don’t ever recall being, I remain lying still in his bed, too exhausted to move.

  My eyes are closed but they only stay that way for a brief moment because I hear a heavy sigh that requires a look. Seeing Logan leaning against the wall outside his bathroom, I ask, “What?”

  A sweet smile creeps onto his face. “I’ve just never seen anything more beautiful.”

  Softly blushing I counter, “Than a naked chick in your bed?”

  “Than you naked in my bed,” he answers and stalks towards me.

  Holy shit, I don’t think I can go another round. At least not yet.

  Crawling back into the sheets, he flops down on his back and rolls me over until my head is on his chest and my arm is around his waist. I close my eyes as Logan strokes my forearm back and forth, his fingertips barely grazing my skin. Warmth spreads throughout my chest as I pull him into me closer, terrified that none of this is real. Terrified that none of this happened. That if I let him go right now I’ll wake up and this will have just been some twisted dream.

  You know, like a really bad movie? I hate those movies. I like the ones with the happy endings. Don’t you?

  Chapter 9

  Logan

  I’m not really sure how long Maxx has been sleeping with her body molded against mine, or even what time it is for that matter, but I do know that it’s still dark out and there’s no reason she should be moving.