by Kenya Wright
“Good?” Logan set his empty vial down.
“Awesome.”
“Let’s dance.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to the front of the stage before I could reply. I giggled, loving his excitement. Who else could make me forget about my problems, but Logan? Had I been by myself, I would’ve just grabbed the book and went home, pouting, probably not even reading the book but more of Tyson’s notebook.
No. I’m going to enjoy myself with Logan.
The band sped up their playing, pushing the diverse crowd to more exhilaration. The music was hot and fast. Logan held the bag of books in one hand as he twirled me in close to him. He gazed at me, warming my skin as he kept the beat.
Logan probably couldn’t dance by himself, but when he was with a woman, he owned her on the floor. I’d discovered this on my birthday.
Tyson had at least done one good thing and surprised me at a beach house in Clearwater. He’d rented it from Airbnb, decorated everything, and brought in caterers. The house looked just like a small castle from the Kingmaker series. I didn’t know how Tyson had discovered it. My brother, friends, Logan, his sisters, and even more people had come.
Tyson had disappeared after everyone sang happy birthday to me and we cut the cake. In fact, I think Ashley had gone missing too. I ended up dancing with Logan’s sisters most of the time. Karan tried to teach me some moves, but he was too drunk and ended up passing out by the pool. Later, Logan slipped into every slot on my dance card, never letting me catch my breath.
When I danced with him on my birthday, all lingering disappointment of Tyson missing had faded away. Logan and I ruled the dance floor at least in our drunken minds. In all fairness, Tyson didn’t have the moves when it came to dancing. But for the few slow songs where I guiltily danced in Logan’s arms, dance skills didn’t matter. I was thankful the moon had provided shadows for the moment and everyone around us was drunk and grooving to their own rhythm.
In moments like that, I just knew that Logan and I fit. And that night, we moved in silence to the perfect rhythm of the melody.
Even today in this bookstore, Logan had taken me out of my thoughts of Tyson and had become my center focus. We didn’t slow dance this time. We jumped and yelled with the music. We bopped and hopped, causing laughter from the other people on our right.
“This is fun,” I yelled over the music as I bopped in front of him.
“It definitely is.” Logan’s gaze slipped along my body and then paused at the halter. “I really love that top.”
“Thank you.”
Logan spun me around and then drew me his way until our bodies meshed for twenty lovely seconds before I inched back a little and he licked his lips. Every now and again, he brushed his fingers against mine and his gaze remained on me as he curved those lips into a smile.
Why does he have to be so gorgeous?
He probably had no idea what his attention did to me. How it made my blood rush and my heart ache for something more. Sometimes, when he gazed at me this way—like I was the only one in the area—it made me want to curl up and purr against him.
A few times, his hands brushed against my hips and a spark of pleasure bloomed in that area. To him, I was certain his finger caresses were innocent. To me, those little touches ignited sexually-charged fantasies that would play out in my mind later that night.
But his biggest appeal was our talks and how they always flowed so easily—nothing forced or superficial. It was effortless to chat with him. I never felt like the awkward girl with nothing to talk about but baking and books. He always made me feel special.
At least Tyson wasn’t a complete mistake. At least I met Logan through him.
Further people came onto the dance floor, making it more crowded. Soon the store’s level turned into a nightclub—all packed from wall-to-wall with bopping people.
Logan and I continued to dance for a few more songs, our bodies smoothed against each other. He was hard and warm, moving perfectly with the rhythm. I couldn’t help myself, wondering how good he would be in bed.
Shit. What am I doing?
I cleared my throat and backed away. “Hey, maybe we should go.”
Music and people moved and flowed around us in blurry endless motion. It was like we were the only two people on the floor although we were in the center of a crowd.
I swore desire decorated his face. I could’ve bet that I’d heard a groan come from his lips. I inched back some more, leaving space between us. Logan didn’t respond as he ran his fingers through his hair. I wished I knew what was on his mind. Had he been as lost in the moment as I was? Was he nervous about it? Or maybe I was too vulnerable, creating something in my head that was nothing.
Tyson said Logan wanted me. Was it all in his head?
“Yes.” Logan nodded. “We should go.”
He took my hand, wrapping my fingers in warmth, and led us away. We slowly left the dance floor and headed out of The Yellow Brick Road.
“Sorry,” I nervously said. “It was getting too packed for me.”
And my hormones was revving up for some fun.
“Yeah.” He ran those fingers through his hair again, telling me something had unsettled him too. “Are you hungry?”
“Not really, but I...”
“What?”
“I don’t feel like rushing home.”
“Good.” He pulled his keys out of his pockets as we headed to the parking garage. “I wanted to spend as much time with you today as I can.”
“Because?”
“You’re fun.”
“No.” I wagged my finger at him. “It’s because I’m the best.”
“You’re a very humble person too.”
“I am the very definition of humble.”
We jumped into the car. Logan set the bag of books next to me as I strapped on my seat belt. I took that moment to take out Tyson’s notebooks that Logan had stuffed inside along with the Kingmaker novels.
I placed the notebook on my lap, scared to open it. Curiosity burned on my fingertips.
Logan started the car but didn’t back out of the parking space. “You have to know?”
“I do.”
“Sometimes knowing too much could make it harder to get over the person.”
“I think that the more I know, the easier it will be to get over Tyson.”
“Really?” Logan backed the car out of the space, drove us through the garage, and took us out into the street. “How do you think it will make everything easier?”
“I’d already planned on breaking up with Tyson this morning, but the whole time, I felt guilty.”
Logan stopped us at a red light. “Why did you feel guilty?”
“Up until the notebooks, he’d been an okay boyfriend.”
“Okay is never enough.”
“I know. At least, now I know. I was being grateful for having a nice guy. You always see in a movie where there’s that girl that doesn’t appreciate the good guy she’s with, so she throws him away to only realize she did love him and he was perfect for her.”
“That doesn’t happen in real life.”
“It totally does.”
“I’ve never seen it.”
“And you’re Mr. Romantic suddenly? Mr. No Dinner, Just Sex in a Hotel?”
“You’re changing the topic.” He drove us in front of this cute café a few blocks from the bookstore. I’d met him there a few times.
He parked right in front and turned to me. “Read as much as you want of Tyson’s notebooks, but don’t get caught up in Tyson’s filth. Don’t let any anger from his stuff make you think of yourself any other way.”
I averted his gaze. “I do feel stupid.”
“Don’t. We all make mistakes. We all experience things that we could’ve avoided. No one’s perfect, and if they are then they are probably boring as fuck and hating their life.”
I let out a long breath. “Thanks again.”
“You don’t have to thank me. You know
I’ve got your back. Even though you’ve always been with Tyson...it doesn’t mean that our...friendship can’t continue.”
“Of course.”
“Basically, I’m Team Mia and Fuck Tyson.”
“I should get shirts.”
“You really should.” He grinned. “Either way, if you want to go in this café and read these notebooks, that’s fine with me. You probably need to read some of it to get closure anyway, especially regarding Ashley.”
I felt a weight of heaviness on my chest. “Yes.”
“Let’s go inside, order something, pop one of Tyson’s filthy stories open, and find out what was really going on these past three months.”
“Damn it, Logan. Why are you so perfect?”
“I’m not. Trust me. I’ve made some mistakes with you in these three months.”
“What mistakes?”
“I should’ve taken you from him.” He didn’t wait for my response as he opened the door and left. I sat in my seat, stunned. He came to my side and opened the door. “After you, madam.”
Blushing, I climbed out of the car. No words hit my tongue.
Was he saying he’d wanted me back in the day? I mean, sure...Tyson used to act jealous about Logan and me hanging, but I figured it could be normal...and sometimes...Logan and I just had this buzzing energy...this chemistry, but...
“Are you okay?” Logan took my hand like he owned it, wrapping those warm fingers around mine. I felt protected and free, and even though Tyson had been a jackass, I felt a little guilty too.
Inside, lust and need rose within me. I wanted to get lost with Logan, let him take me away and run off to some castle high in the skies.
I’d just had my heart broken. I felt lonely and confused. Tyson had used me. Ashley had probably disrespected me. I’d been played through my apartment, my body, and my time. Of course, I yearned for someone to whisk me away and make me forget it all.
But I’d learned time and time again that rushing into another man’s arms wasn’t always the way.
And it hasn’t even been two hours since I’d tried to break up with Tyson. Now I’m trying to be with his friend? Calm down. Breathe. Take a minute to think all of this through.
Yet, I still let Logan hold my hand, and I still walked close next to him, so close that our hips brushed against the other as he opened the door for me. I still checked out his muscled ass as he guided us to our table. I still yearned to be lost in him. So lost, I couldn’t remember my name or where I’d come from. So lost, nothing mattered, but us.
“Okay.” Logan pulled out my chair and then placed Tyson’s notebook on the table. “Let’s see what other filthy lies Tyson has been hiding. I already know that I’m going to break his legs for showing his penis to my little sister.”
I swallowed my fear and opened the book to where we’d stopped.
Tyson had been below Logan’s yacht in the room Ashley had been napping in. He’d done the same thing with Logan’s sister by standing in the bathroom and keeping the door open to show off his cock.
What a fucking creep. And I had this slime ball sleeping next to me? No wonder I felt icky when he touched me. My body knew, even though my brain did not.
Tyson had never left the bathroom door open and expose himself like that with me. He’d never even acted like a freak or anything. Our sex was mechanical and restricted probably because the whole time, he was pretending to be someone else.
Meanwhile, he loved to show off his cock to others and push the limits of decency.
In his notebook, he’d said that Ashley didn’t look away.
She stared at his cock as if interested.
What else did she do?
Chapter 7
Tyson’s notebook
“You’re a bold one,” Ashley whispered.
“Am I?” I faced Ashley with my cock still out, hard and jutting toward her. “We’re friends. What’s modesty among friends?” I let my cock dangle and then stiffen. “You see what you do to me? You’re so fucking hot. Why does Mia bring you around me? It’s hard to control myself.”
Smiling, she licked her lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered. “You should be a star.”
“I will, one day.”
“You sure will.” I licked my lips too. “Come here.”
She rose from the bed.
This is too easy. How alone she must be?
“No,” I whispered, testing her out. “Crawl.”
And she did. She got on all fours and took her time getting to me. With each movement, her ass jiggled, and her full breasts bounced. My cock yearned to be deep inside of her. Right when I couldn’t deal with it anymore, Ashley crawled right in front of me, kept her knees folded as she gaze up at me, extended her hands, and held my cock like one would hold a flower.
“I-I shouldn’t do this. Mia’s my friend.”
I knew she said it more for me, than her. It was to say that she wasn’t such a bad girl, just falling into her desire. It was whatever. I was sure she’d probably fucked many of Mia’s guys before. I’d noticed the way she looked at me when Mia wasn’t watching.
I tested her again. “Would you be my little slut?”
She whispered, “Slut?”
“Yes. Be my little slut tonight.”
A low moan escaped her lips.
And like a good little slut, she lapped at the tip of my cock, longingly, tenderly, licking at the pre-cum spilling out of it. My cock stirred in her soft fingers. The cabin was so small, I reached out my hand to the side, shut the door, and locked it. There would be no disturbance until I was done. If Mia discovered, so be it. I didn’t care about her anymore anyway. And if Logan figured it out, then I would love to see what he would do. It would give me one more reason to beat his ass.
I held her chin and guided her face close to my cock. “Open your mouth.”
She obliged.
I thrust my cock forward, touching the full bottom lip. “I bet you could suck it good.”
She lapped at the tip again.
“I bet your mouth could make me forget about every woman in my life.”
She groaned and spread her full lips over the tip.
“That’s right.” I guided her head toward me, moving her mouth over my cock, not giving one fuck if she choked and loving every damn second of the warm wet feel of her. And she did choke a little, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. But she was a lonely little slut—the best kind, the kind that always felt like she wasn’t getting enough attention, the kind that would do anything for a man’s whisper of how special she was. She didn’t know how special she was herself, needed someone to tell her every day or she’d probably cry herself asleep.
Those were the best little sluts to find.
“You are beautiful,” I whispered.
She moaned.
Poor little Ashley had dropped on her knees and sucked cock for those three simple words. It didn’t matter that her best friend was above us. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t really done anything to prove to her that I was telling the truth. With a woman like her, all I had to do was say it, and I could get anything I desired.
“You are beautiful.” I looked down at the sight of her wide red mouth so stunningly curved around my cock. More saliva dripped from her lips. She closed her eyes and sank into the motion.
“So beautiful, my little slut.”
With one hand, she massaged my balls. With the other, she moved the head of my cock, rubbing the mushroomed tip along her plump lips and then enclosing around it and gently pulling and sucking and driving me insane. Heat and blood rushed through my body. I felt ready to explode all inside that slutty mouth. It was all I could think of. In fact, I wanted to paint her slutty face with cum, let it drip all over her those cheeks and pretty blue eyes.
I pulled her head away. “Get on the bed.”
She obliged but looked back at the door. “They might hear us.”
“Mia’s asleep in Logan’s arms. He
won’t move an inch until she wakes up. And she’s a hard sleeper, especially after all that rum she’s had.”
At the mention of Mia in Logan’s arms, Ashley frowned and yanked down her dress. The top mounds of her breasts showed. The dress slipped lower, revealing lushness within a perfect red bra. The dress dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it. Matching red panties hugged her slim hips and hid her pussy from me.
“Beautiful,” I whispered.
This time, Ashley didn’t moan or give any other pleasing reaction. She gazed at the door, probably wondering if someone would come in. “Mia always takes them from me.”
“I believe it.”
“She’s not so innocent.”
“She’s dirty too?”
“Filthy, but she acts like she’s so sweet. Always flirting with Logan and any other guy that likes me.”
“Yeah.” I didn’t care about the conversation. “Take off your panties.”
She did. “Don’t tell her.”
“Never.” I turned her around and yanked her dress up. “Bend over like a good little slut. Show me how much better than her you are.”
If Logan didn’t want to fuck her, I sure would. She had that pale soft skin, so pure and innocent. The mouth of her sex looked like a blushing pink rose. I rubbed the lips with two fingers and groaned in satisfaction. “You’re so fucking perfect. Let me show you how much.”
Ashley dripped in arousal. She must’ve been lying in that cabin the whole time, thinking dirty thoughts, probably touching herself, feeling so lonely.
I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance.
“Please,” she groaned.
I drew a slow circle with the tip around her opening. “Were you rubbing this pussy before I came in here?”
“Yes.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Both of you fucking me hard, Logan and you.”
“Hmmm.” I entered her, only an inch. Her pussy hugged the tip. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep from losing control.
“Please.”
“That’s what you want?” I kept my voice low. “You want Logan and me fucking you hard all night?”
