Logan Enchanted

by Lolah Lace

  We had been hanging and getting along so well that it wasn’t a big deal when Logan invited me to his apartment. I had never been over to his new place. We always met in public.

  He gave me directions. I parked right in front on the street. I had to be buzzed into the building. I rode an elevator to the fourth floor. His place was huge and damn near empty. The entire top floor belonged to him. No clutter and not a lot of furniture in his place but that may have been because he hadn’t been there long. It was a spacious loft in a decent part of town.

  “You have a really nice place,” I said as I walked through his place admiring the open space. I looked out of one huge window. We were pretty high up.

  “It used to be a coat factory in the fifties and sixties.”

  How did he know that? “Do you have a lease?”

  “For a year. I told you I was going to stick around.”

  “So you’re here for good?”

  “Yeah I’m back for good. I mentioned that first time we had coffee.”

  “You did, but you have been known to leave.” I rolled my eyes, and he smiled at me in a slick way. He was really rather different than I remembered him.

  “Are you getting tired of me already?” He grinned. He pushed his hair back from his forehead in one swift motion. His bicep popped out, and my eyes lingered on his hard muscle until his hand left his hair.

  “Of course not. I don’t own this town.” It was nice to have Logan back. I didn’t have to pretend with him. He had seen me at my worst. Crying my eyes out over some loser, yelling ten thousand cuss words. Or pretending I hadn’t slept with some loser.

  “I’m starting over, sort of.”

  “You have a job so that’s good.” He had two. He was a personal trainer at the gym and a lifeguard at the community pool.

  “I should be back on my feet in no time.”

  “It’s weird that you’re back right? You have to admit it’s strange?”

  “Not to me. I like it here. Good town. Good people.” He shrugged. “This place has fond memories for me.”

  “Where were you before?” This had never officially been addressed.

  “I was all over. Here and there.” There he goes with his vague answers to questions that required specific answers.

  “Your place is nice. I live just a few blocks away.”

  “Oh really. Does Juan live with you?”

  “No, not yet. We’ve only been dating for six months. Which is long but you know some of the stuff I’ve been through in the past.”

  “I do.”

  “So I take it slow. I take my time getting to know people.”

  “Very smart. You should. I remember Darius, and I’m sure you learned a lot from that breakup.”

  “Yeah Darius, Greg, Chris, the list goes on.” I tried to laugh away my long list of failed relationships.

  “But this guy is cool right?” He looked concerned, and I thought that was sweet. I could see a glimmer of the old Logan.

  “Yeah, he’s the best.”

  “Good, you deserve the best.”

  I missed the candid conversations I would have with Logan. He was so easy to talk to, and I could see that hadn’t changed even though his outer appearance had. I looked around the open space and at the ridiculous emptiness of it all.

  “So when are you going to the store and get you some real furniture?”

  “I don’t know.” He shrugged.

  “You don’t know. It would be nice to have a chair to sit in.” I looked around the room. I couldn’t find one. There was a bed.

  “Actually, I was hoping you could help me with that.”

  “With what?”

  “Furniture.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you? Don’t you still like to shop?”

  “I do.”

  “So let’s go to a furniture store. Let’s go pick some shit out?”

  Shit? Logan said shit.

  “When?” I asked, not sure if he was really serious.

  “Let’s go, right now.”

  Logan grabbed his keys off the top of a microwave that sat on a small wooden table. He had a half of a table and no chairs. Strange. He didn’t have a bedroom set or a desk or a couch. He did have two King-sized mattresses on the floor. Let’s just say that place didn’t have much. Did he bring girls back here and fuck them on the floor?

  I’m not sure why I thought about it when I didn’t care either way. I followed him out the apartment. We took the stairs instead of the elevator to a garage that housed about ten parking spaces. There were four units to the building, four floors.

  I walked behind Logan, and he stopped at a motorcycle. He took the helmet off the bike and handed it to me. I took it without really thinking about it. I tried to not look at him like he was crazy. I’m sure I failed.

  “This is your motorcycle?”

  Logan kicked his leg over and placed his butt on the bike. “Yeah, hop on.” He glanced back at me all nonchalantly.

  “Do you know how to drive this bike?”

  He grinned. “Yes Chey, I do, and I also have a license. Put the helmet on. Let’s ride.”

  I took a step back to get a good look at the bike and him on it. He looked good on it. He looked just like he was born on that thing. It was a pretty bike although I didn’t know a damn thing about motorcycles. It was blue and silver and it had a BMW symbol on it.

  “BMW makes motorcycles?”

  “Yep.”

  I guess you do learn something new every day. “What is it? What do you call it?”

  “It’s a Motorsport HP2. I’m sure you don’t know what that is.”

  I laughed out. “No, I don’t.”

  He reached out for my hand. “Get you ass on the bike. Let’s roll.”

  My ass? I took his hand. I hiked one leg over and got my ass behind him on the bike.

  Logan looked back at me. “Put the helmet on.” He ordered just as distinctly as he did the other times.

  I forgot I was holding the helmet. I awkwardly placed it on my head.

  Logan reached back and put his hands on my thighs. “Hold onto me.” He leaned forward and I wrapped my arms around him. I placed my feet where I thought they should be. I turned my head sideways and tried not to act like a scared little baby.

  “Logan.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Please don’t kill us.”

  “I won’t.” I felt a smile form on his lips although I couldn’t see it and wasn’t sure it was actually there. “Don’t worry. I got you.”

  Okay, he has me, he says. I closed my eyes and listened to him start the bike up. I felt us move backward out of the space. My mind raced so much I didn’t really have the time to be afraid when Logan took off faster than I hoped. I was glad I was wearing denim capris and flats.

  The garage door opened and it was clear the first floor was the garage. It was an actual living space. There were only three living spaces in the building. They were the second, third and fourth floors.

  I had ten million questions.

  When did he get this bike?

  When did he learn to ride it?

  Why did he get it?

  How long has he been riding bikes?

  How fast does it go?

  How much does it cost?

  Did he ride this thing when we had met up in public places?

  I didn’t notice it parked anywhere before.

  I bet he gets a lot of girls with this thing.

  That wasn’t really a question.

  My heart thumped in my chest as we whipped down the road. The hot wind forced Logan’s cologne into my nostrils. He smelled so fresh and masculine. He didn’t use to wear cologne. That was just another thing about him that had changed.

  I remembered Logan feeling like a soft teddy bear. Now his body felt rock hard and bumpy. It was different, nothing like before but still good, different good.

  He was funny, logical and just as witty as before. I was glad I met him after he contacted me on Faceb
ook. This reconnection almost felt like he never left. He remembered everything about me, my favorite color, food, drinks, everything. It was like he just went away to the military.

  We made it to the store in one piece. I picked out furniture that Logan approved. He arranged for it to be delivered. It was just a living room set, a bedroom set and a kitchen table and chairs. He didn’t seem to care how much it cost. He just paid for it. He was good with money when he worked at Wells Fargo.

  We hopped back on his bike and rode to a local restaurant for a bite eat. He took me back to his place after we had dinner. That’s where my car was parked. I decided to meet up with him tomorrow. He needed to do laundry and he didn’t have a washing machine and dryer. I guess I should have picked out that stuff too.

  We had so much fun at the furniture store we forgot to look at the appliances.

  CHAPTER 17

  I loved having Logan back in my life. Loved, okay it was nice. I knew I should feel guilty for spending so much time with him but I wasn’t doing anything but hanging out. Logan hadn’t changed as much as I originally thought. Truthfully, I was always flip-flopping with that idea. Some days he was my old Logan and other days he was a space alien from another planet that I didn’t recognize.

  Mr. Calorie Killa was a good listener. Hanging with him was like hanging out with another woman. Well, not really like that. He was just cool people.

  It wasn’t like I was sneaking around or anything. I just didn’t tell Juan where I was every moment of the day. I picked Logan up from his apartment in my car. He piled his laundry into the trunk. We went out to wash clothes. It reminded me of all the times we did our laundry together at that old apartment complex.

  I had a laundry room in my building, but I took Logan to a laundromat. We both stood at opposite sides of the table folding our clothes. Almost all his clothes were dry-fit gym attire. I could see from his laundry basket he wore boxer briefs. I wasn’t sure if I knew that already. He remembered more things about me than I remembered about him.

  Logan looked over at me. “You know, you’re really cute.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  He chuckled. “I’m cute too.” Logan smiled at me. He thought he was being clever. He was kind of clever. He always was, but this little declaration was somewhat unprovoked.

  “Ahhh cute, I don’t know. You, all right. You a good six on a scale from one to ten.” I joked trying not to laugh at my obvious lie.

  Logan flashed his perfect teeth. I knew damn well he was better than all right. I couldn’t lie. He was pretty damn fine. I would never let him know it. There are enough conceited men in this world. I’m not here to feed his ego. I’m sure he has plenty of women that can do that for him.

  “If I shower and shave could that bump me up to a solid eight or nine.” He smirked.

  “If you say so.” I shrugged it off. “But highly doubtful.” He knew I was just joking.

  Logan stopped fooling with his laundry to fully stare at me. His gaze caused worry to stir inside me. I saw something in his eyes that I had never seen before. Maybe I saw it and couldn’t recognize what it was until now.

  What was going to come from his lips?

  “Chey honestly, I could see myself bending you over this table and hitting it real hard.”

  What did he just say? I stopped to think of something clever, for something inappropriate but funny. Nothing. “Oh you could, could you?” That was the best I could do. I was so disappointed in myself for that whack ass response.

  “Yes, I believe I could do some permanent damage.” His eyes shot down to my breasts. I didn’t recall him noticing them before. He was flirting with me or something. Nope, not something. He was coming at me.

  “Do these lines really work on the ladies?” That’s clever. Finally something noteworthy from me.

  “Yeah, they do. I get my fair share.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at his audacity. He was cocky. It was cute. “I find that hard to believe. There ain’t nobody checking for you Logan Kilgore.”

  “No really. I got laid quite often.”

  Okay, that was too much information. “You do?”

  “Yes, I learned that honesty usually works. I used to keep my thoughts locked inside. That approach got me nowhere. One day I just decided to express my true feelings. I was honest about what I wanted and panties started dropping all over the place.”

  Logan was silly. His delivery was amusing. Panties dropping? Yeah right.

  “You are really funny.” He was that amongst other things, I was trying to push aside.

  “I know. Sometimes it makes it hard for women to take me seriously. They think I’m joking when I’m being sincere. You never took me seriously.”

  “I did.”

  “Chey.” Logan’s deeply serious tone forced me to stop folding my clothes. “No, you didn’t.”

  “I did, I do.” What did he mean?

  “I’ve been slightly stalking you on social media. I see you with your boyfriend, and I have to warn you.”

  “Warn me?”

  “I think you need to be with someone else. Someone better.”

  “Really that’s what you think?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “He’s not the one for you. He’s not your best friend.”

  “Thanks for the advice but I do what I want to do. I can’t trust anything you say. You were missing for three years.”

  “I see you are going to hold that over my head forever.”

  “Not forever, just for now.” I giggled in an attempt to laugh off my own confusion.

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “What doesn’t matter?”

  “You can hold it against me. One day I will hold you against me, all of me.” Logan cupped his dick in his hands.

  What the hell just happened? He removed his hand. What is going on with Logan? “I don’t think so. I have a boyfriend that I love.”

  “Love, fuck love.”

  What in the hell? “Old friend.” I blew air through my lips. “Did you really just hit on me in your bizarre and vulgar way? You sound jealous. It kind of sounds like you are cock blocking to me.”

  “Listen, old friend, I block, no cocks. I know you’re still wet and sweet. That’s pretty obvious. You remember I tasted that sweetness quite a few times.”

  “I’m trying to forget.” I rolled my eyes. That was true. I hadn’t been ate out that good by any man since Logan. He’ll never know it. But I knew it, and I’ve been trying to block it out ever since he got back into town.

  “I’m not so sure about that. I want to lay inside your sweetness.”

  What the hell do I say to that? Think. Think. Think. I thought this was playful banter, but he was serious.

  “That’s too much information. You could’ve kept that to yourself.”

  “I’m being honest.”

  I couldn’t believe his words. He was trying to rattle me. He had some nerve. Sure he was fine, even sexy but his arrogance was too over the top for my tastes. Even if I were single, I wouldn’t date a guy that was so forward and cocky.

  “What has gotten into you?” I needed him to keep it real.

  “It’s a long boring story. I’m horny. I’m tired of masturbating. I really want to have sex with you. I think you should consider it.”

  His frankness made me uneasy. He was like ‘hey friend, let’s fuck.’

  “I don’t know you the way I used too. This is the strangest conversation I’ve had in my life.”

  “I’m flattered. What’s there to know about me? I want you. I want to do really nasty things to your naked body. That’s it in a nutshell.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m not slutty like that. I just don’t sleep with strangers because they ask me nicely.”

  “We’re not strangers. We’re old friends. We do our laundry together. You have seen my underwear.” Logan picked a pair of his freshly clean boxer briefs from the table and tossed them at me. I instinctively caught them.


  “I’ve seen enough.” I think he was trying to rattle me, but I was unshakable. I tossed his briefs back.

  “I saw you pushing your bras and little lacy panties at the bottom of your basket so I can’t see them. Did you forget that I’ve seen it all before? I’ve seen inside your pussy, and it was wet every single time.”

  “First, that was three years ago. Second, I got a man. Third, I would never sleep with any guy I barely know. You should know that about me.”

  “Barely know, you know me. I know you very intimately. You should stop pretending like you don’t want to revisit what we didn’t finish. Sex is the best way to get to know someone.”

  “You sound like a player to me. Been there, done that.”

  “I’m different.” He flashed a look of puppy dog desperation. A look that would never be fair to any woman with a working vagina. I’m blocking that shit right out.

  I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Logan looked so sincere when he said he was different. But he was a funny guy. He could make me laugh with little effort on his part. He would probably be terrible in bed. I wasn’t sure why I even thought about how he was in bed. This entire situation was out of some stupid sitcom.

  “Logan you are a mess.” I tried to sweep all of the sex-talk under the rug, carpet, doormat, whatever.

  “Yeah I know. I’m good in bed too. I don’t like talking about sex. I prefer just to show you.”

  Did he read my mind?

  “It seems to me like you talk about it just fine.” Shut up please.

  Logan grew silent on me. I wondered what was on his mind. I hoped I hadn’t hurt his feelings.

  “All jokes aside, could you give me an estimated time of when you will let me fuck the shit out of you?”

  “Oh, Logan.” I rolled my eyes to the top of my head.

  “How long? Two days, three days, a week.” Logan looked me deep in my eyes. Sincerity bounced off his body. I was speechless. His words were so definite, precise and direct. He really thought I would give in to him and his confidence unnerved me and almost sent me running out the laundromat door. I had to remind myself I’m hard as hell.

  “How long? How about never ever.” I sternly stated. That was the only way I could get my nerves back under control.