by Lolah Lace
“Well, I’m just trying to make sure everybody is good.”
“I’m all good. I wish her and her boyfriend the best of luck. I don’t care.”
“Logan, I just wish you guys could be friends.”
“Sheba, she stopped talking to me. I never stopped being her friends. She played me. I moved on.”
“For real?”
“I’m not begging her to talk to me.”
“Logan don’t do Cheyenne dirty. That’s your girl.”
“That’s Juan’s girl. Am I still invited to your birthday party?”
“Yeah, just cause y’all acting crazy don’t mean we ain’t still cool.”
“Cool, I already asked my girlfriend to come with.”
“Now you got a girlfriend?”
“Yeah. Is that not allowed?” He snickered.
“You just never had one before.”
“I think it’s time.”
“Is she Black?”
Logan laughed into the phone. “No, she’s Italian.”
“Okay then.”
“Could you tell your friend to stop texting me and I will agree to stop responding to her hostile texts?”
“Oh, Logan you guys are too much.”
“Sheba it’s not me. I have been really nice.”
“Don’t fuck her shit up Logan. If you guys have issues aka feelings, resolve that shit without involving Juan.”
“I would never do that. You know me.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You can go and report back to your buddy that I have no desire to tell Juan anything.”
“Okay Logan, be good.”
“All day.”
“Boy bye.”
“Goodbye, Sheba.”
She clicked him off. “Hey Cheyenne, you still there.”
“I’m here. See, he was such an ass.”
“Well what was he supposed to say?”
“He wasn’t supposed to be a jerk.”
“He sound hurt to me. You gave him some and then you’re mad because he wanted some more. It’s plenty of chicks out here that would love to have that problem.”
“You supposed to be on my side.”
“I’m just saying. You hurt his feelings and it is what it is. You rejected him.”
“Hold up. You invited him to your birthday party?”
“Yeah girl. I’m sorry. I thought you two would be friends forever. I didn’t know you were going to fuck and fall out with the man. Do you want me to rescind his invitation?”
“No.”
“Good, because that would have been doing too much.”
“Really?”
“I support you girl, but you are really letting Logan get to you. He’s not going to say anything but if he does just deny it. If I have to lie for you I will. It’s not a thing.”
“Okay thanks, Logan just pisses me off.”
“I wonder why?”
“I don’t know. I have to get out of the tub. Juan will be here soon.”
“Okay bye.”
I didn’t feel better even though I knew I should. Sheba could solve any problem. She wasn’t as sensitive as me. I was a pretender and she was the real deal.
So Logan has a girlfriend and she’s Italian. He moved fast. We were just together a few weeks ago. The girl on the back of his bike wasn’t Italian. He can fuck who he wants. I guess. Whatever.
I knew it was wrong but I used Juan to get all the Logan drama off my mind. I’m going to have to look at Logan with some chick at Sheba’s birthday party next weekend. I’m just going to avoid Logan, I hope I don’t run into him when I’m with Juan. I’m playing with fire. I’m going to get burned. I just want things to go back to normal.
CHAPTER 25
My nerves were bad. I was suffering from Loganitis. I had my fingers crossed. I hoped Logan wouldn’t show up to Sheba’s thirtieth birthday party. Worse, I was going to have to act like I wasn’t affected by whatever Instagram hooker he showed up with.
I knew Logan was like every other man. They jumped off one woman and on to the next. He was like all the rest. I’m not sure why I thought he had any redeeming qualities.
Sheba was a real grown up now. She lived in a house with her boyfriend. They bought it a year ago and they still weren’t married. It was this thing where they acted married and did all the things that married couples did but they still hadn’t taken the plunge.
Sheba’s boyfriend Tommy and Juan were cool. They didn’t really have much of a choice since Sheba and I were besties. We went out together as couples and Tommy and Juan hit it off. Everyone liked Juan. I loved him. He had treated me better than any man I had ever been with. Juan was every woman’s dream.
The party was well underway Juan was having fun. He was hanging with the guys drinking and smoking those nasty cigars. I had a glass of red wine in my hand when Sheba approached me. She looked really pretty and cheerful. She was living a drama free life. Tommy was a good guy. It warmed my heart to see her so happy. I want that.
“Everybody showed up to your party.” Her place was packed.
“I know right. I didn’t know it would be this many people. I hope I have enough alcohol.”
“I can make a run if you need me too.”
“No way. I would just send Tommy. Cheyenne dear,” She tipped her head, raised an eyebrow and looked at me crazy. “I got a text from your boo-thang.”
“Juan?”
“Your other boo-thang, Logan.”
Seriously bitch? “What he say?”
“He wants to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“I think he wants to apologize. He doesn’t want it to be weird.”
“Really?”
“I know you want to talk to him.”
“Yeah I guess.”
“It’s loud in here. I sent him down to the basement for privacy. He’s waiting for you.”
“Now?”
“Yeah. Lock the door so know one accidentally goes down there on you.”
I exhaled. “Okay. Hold this for me.” I gave my wine glass to Sheba. I walked away from her and all the way to the back of the house where it was dark and vacant. The noise wasn’t as loud near the back. I opened the basement door and I could see there was one light on at the bottom of the stairs. I stepped in and locked the door behind me.
I slowly walked down the stairs listening to the tapping of my stilettoes. I hit the last step and I saw him standing in the middle of the room. He was wearing all black. Black jeans, a black shirt, and black leather shoes. He was dressy casual and it was sexy. I had never seen him dressed like this. Even his hair was styled to perfection. I had to admit he looked good. Sexy. Fine. Hot to death.
“Chey.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his cheeks.
“You summoned me.” I walked over and stood right in front of him. The wine gave me courage.
Logan shrugged. “Yes I did.”
“Why did you text Sheba instead of me?”
“I didn’t know if you blocked me or not.”
“No, I didn’t block you.”
“I said I wasn’t going to text you anymore. So I didn’t.”
“I didn’t think you meant it.”
“Chey, I wanted to apologize about how things were handled at the gym last week. I’m not going to stay at the party. I don’t want to ruin it for you.”
“It’s not my party. It’s Sheba’s. She invited you.” She did. This was stupid. I was being mean to him for no reason. He was being mean to me for no reason. “Do you know Tommy?” I tried to lighten the conversation.
“Sheba’s fiancé, I know him.”
“You met Tommy?”
“Yeah, we played pool a few times. We balled but he can’t hoop. We played golf a few times too.”
Where was I when all this male bonding was happening and why hadn’t Sheba told me. “You play pool?” When did this happen?
“Yeah, I learned to play a few years ago.”
“You play basketball?”
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br /> “Yes I’m White and I can play basketball.”
“I didn’t know that about you.”
“That I’m White or that I can play basketball?” He joked.
“And you play golf too.” I was learning all these new things about Logan. It was so pleasantly unexpected.
“My father taught me when I was a kid. I inherited his golf clubs. I’m pretty good at golf but Tommy is better. He’s helping me out.”
“You never mentioned any of this to me when we were together.”
“No, I didn’t. We were doing other things.” He raised one eyebrow and smirked.
I wanted to twist his perfect lips. “Where’s your girlfriend?”
“What girlfriend? I have female friends.”
“I’m sure you do. I saw one of them, remember.”
He was grinning. “Oh her, she works at the gym. I just gave her a ride home.”
On the back of your bike. Uh, okay. “Sheba mentioned some Italian girlfriend.”
“We’re just friends. I decided against bringing her.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I wanted to go stag.”
“Stag?”
“Alone. You look really nice tonight. Sexy, that dress is— I’m going to go home.”
“No, you shouldn’t leave because of me.”
“I think that would be the right thing to do.”
“Why?”
“I shouldn’t torture my dick.”
“What?”
Logan grabbed my hand and rubbed it on his stiff crotch. “My dick can’t take you in that dress.”
I was on the verge of snatching my hand away from his swollen bulge when his lips latched onto my mouth. He was crafty. He was quick. His strong arms had wrapped around my body and it felt like he had forty fingers and twenty hands.
One hand advanced to my ass. The other was on my breast. He had pulled the front of my dress down and exposed my breasts to the dank air of the basement. My nipples were sensitive to his touch. Going without a bra only made them more tender. My hands pressed into his shoulders and pushing him away would have been useless. No matter what my mind thought my body just wouldn’t allow it. He was all over me. I was wrapped in him. He raised my dress and pushed his hand inside my thong.
“Let me get some of that nasty pussy.”
How could I refuse a request so pleasingly erotic? I knew I was in trouble and it was too late for an intervention. My body had responded to him the moment he forced my hand to his fire-breathing dragon. His warm palm cupped my ass cheek and his hand glided into my crack. Two fingers slid over my pussy lips and dove deep inside me.
I sighed inside his mouth. “Logan.”
He kissed me like a Dorthraki Warrior. My lipstick was jacked up. He gingerly nibbled at my bottom lip. He moved his fingers in slow circles inside my pussy and stirred up all my sweetness. I was so happy he was holding me up on my feet. I was weak. I was wet with a hurricane inside my thong. I was being bad. But— I can’t help it if I wanted to. I can’t help it even if I could. I miss MJ.
I kept my eyes shut. I didn’t want to see all the bad things I was engaging in. I just wanted to feel them. And I felt my thong slide down my legs.
It’s too late. Stick a fork in me. I’m done. No, stick Logan’s dick in me. I’m done.
“Logan.”
“You want it?”
“Fuck me,” I whispered over his lips.
“Say please.”
Pretty fucking “Please.”
Logan pants dropped to the floor. He bent and his hands were under my thighs. He lifted me off my feet and quickly wrapped my arms around his neck. He tossed me upward and lowered me slowly down on his dick. He had me at the precise angle to just slip right down on him and over him. He did this with no hands. I moaned as he filled me up. He was holding all my weight.
He was bouncing me on my dick like it was nothing. I held on tight and buried my face in his neck. He smells like heaven. I sucked his neck. His cologne was so sexy. I never smelled that rugged berry-infused scent on another man. I never figured out what it was. I wanted to mark him so I sucked the side of his neck as hard as I could.
He positioned himself to thrust deeper and deeper inside me. I could barely take it. My body held him snug. We were one skin, connected by lust. We would fit perfectly if he wasn’t so thick and big. He was stretching me and I had my legs around his waist begging for the orgasm that I knew only he could provide.
His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. He was trying to push my ass into his balls. Logan twirled me around until my back hit a wall. I was amazed that he hadn’t tripped over his pants. The now wrinkled pants were laid down around his ankles.
He pumped harder and faster inside now that he had the wall as his support. My fingers climbed up his neck and got buried in his hair.
Oh, Logan. Oh, Logan. Oh, Logan. Oh, Logan. I recited over and over in my head.
“Fuck me harder,” I said that. Logan heard it and he went wild. My body slammed into the wall and knocked all the wind out of me. I bit my lips to hold in my carnal screams. The shock waves hit me as we reached our climax at the same time. Logan continued to release all his cum in me. We were fused together for a few seconds in total silence. My body felt like a glitter explosion. I was floating on cotton ball clouds.
“You ready to stand.”
“Yeah.” I could barely breathe. “Slowly.”
Logan lowered my legs. His dick slipped out and cum ran down the inside of my thighs. I was able to stand on my heels without much instability.
Why does this keep happening?
“Logan.” I pushed my breasts back into my dress one at a time. I made sure they were placed just right. I stretched the bottom of my dress over my ass. I pulled it down toward my knees.
“Cheyenne.” Logan bent down and pulled his black jeans and boxer shorts up at the same time. He shoved his partially erect penis down inside his boxers and jeans. I watched him zip, button and buckle his belt.
“What are we doing?”
He ran his hands through his tousled hair and looked down at me. “Fucking.”
I shook my head no. “We’re fucking up.”
“Maybe.”
“There’s a bathroom down here.” I pointed around the corner. “I’m going to wash up. I need a complete shower. I’m gross.”
“You can wash me off the surface but I’m inside you.”
Like how do I respond to that?
Logan smirked. “Bathroom, you go first.” Logan leaned against the wall. He looked like an advertisement for men’s cologne. I ambled around the corner to the half bathroom. I flicked the light switch and glared into the mirror. I needed to pee. So I did. I flushed and washed my hands. I wiped my eyes and washed my face. My makeup was fucked up. My hair wasn’t as bad.
I opened the door and Logan was standing outside it.
“You should get back.” He was so close.
“Yeah, I don’t know what to say.”
Logan wrapped one of his hands around my neck. He looked deep into me. “Chey.”
“Huh.” His eyes were too much.
“I don’t care what you do. I don’t care what you say. I’m going to try to fuck you every chance I get. So if you don’t want to get fucked, stay away from me.”
“Logan I can’t—”
His thumb pressed into my throat and stopped me from talking. My mouth was open, but I couldn’t’ speak. His grip was tight. It hurt.
“Shut up. This is simple. Stay away or get fucked. Do you understand?”
He released my neck. “I understand.” I understood that I desired him more than I thought. This was getting complicated.
“You go first.”
“Okay.” I took a step toward the staircase. When my stiletto hit that first step, I sprinted up those stairs and out that basement.
There wasn’t even a moment that I thought about my boyfriend. Cheating on him was getting easier. I snuck up to Sheba’s bedroom on th
e second floor. My purse was in her closet. I grabbed my cell phone. I texted Sheba.
[Come upstairs to your bedroom now.]
I grabbed my makeup bag, went into her bathroom. I had to redo my full face of makeup and my hair. I had to remove my thong and put it in my purse. It was wet and nasty. Trying to keep it on would have been even more uncomfortable.
I reapplied my lipstick and I thought about it, him. Cheyenne just stay your dumb ass away from Logan.
I checked my cell and Sheba hadn’t responded. I was dropping my makeup back in my bag when she rushed into the bathroom.
“What happened? Did you talk?” She had a drink in her hand that I promptly removed, pressed to my lips and took a long swig from. Cranberry juice and vodka. I handed the glass back to her.
My eyes gave me away.
“Cheyenne, you fucked him?” It was kind of a question but not really because she knew me well enough to read me. “Are you fucking serious? Juan is here.”
“I know. I know.”
“You are going to get my party shot up. You were supposed to talk, not fuck.”
“I know. Where’s Juan?”
“He’s with Tommy somewhere. Logan left. He told me happy birthday in person and he said bye. I didn’t know all this happened. Where, in the basement? There’s no furniture down there?”
“Standing up. That was the last time.”
“Yeah right. You sound like a broken CD and nobody listens to actual CD’s anymore. ”
“No seriously. He told me to stay away from him.” Well, he didn’t just say that exactly but I had to sort through his words at a later date.
“Here drink the rest of this.” Sheba shoved the remainder of her drink in my face. I took it and downed it.
“There is no way I can sleep with Juan. He’ll know something is wrong. Logan stretched me out. He hit every angle. Oh my god. Like, I want to cry.”
“No crying. Have more drinks and chill.”
“Yep more drinks, he’s gone right.”
“Yes, he got on his bike and left. I don’t think he even ran into Juan at all.”
“Okay good. I’m going to sort through this.”
“Sort through your feelings for Logan.”
“What feelings?”
“Do you think you keep ending up having sex with him because you love sex? Chey, you don’t sleep around. You care about Logan. You have feelings for Logan. You need to admit your feelings are more than just sex.”
