by Kenya Wright
Logan shook his head and turned off the car. “That entire scene was fucking crazy. I now know more about Karan and Tyson than I want to know. In fact, you are prohibited from reading anymore of his notebooks out loud.”
“I’m actually done. We can keep them here. I don’t even want you to dirty your place.” I placed them on his backseat and climbed out of the car. “I’ll be washing my hands when we get upstairs.”
“Yeah.” He got out of the car on the other end. “It’s so filthy, I’m probably going to take a shower.”
“Hmmm.” I imagined Logan naked, wet muscle and all. “A shower does sound like a good idea.”
He hungrily gazed at me over the car’s roof. “Mia, don’t tease me. I’ll have you inside that shower and completely naked before you could say yes or no.”
“Oh really? And all I would do is say please.”
Groaning, he rushed around the car.
I shrieked. “Logan, you’re crazy!”
“Not exactly.” He captured me, pulling me into his huge hold. “I can’t wait to get you inside my bed. I want to help you forget everything about today.”
“I don’t want to forget. While there was a lot of heartbreak today, I see them as lessons that I needed to learn.”
He kissed me on my forehead, nipped at my lips, and then let me go. “And what did you learn?”
I walked with him toward the building’s entrance. “A boyfriend is more than a warm body in my bed saying all the right things but doing absolutely nothing.”
“I like that. Very true.” He got to the door before the guard could open it for me, and gestured for me to go in. “What else did you learn?”
“Trust my gut.”
“That’s always a good one. I need to do more of that myself.” He led me to the elevator and pressed the up button. “Although I hope the biggest lesson from this is that you didn’t do anything for Tyson to treat you that way. He was just...being him...and maybe, at least it sounds like from his notebooks, maybe he doesn’t really know who he is.”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “I’m just glad he’s going to figure out who he is...outside of my apartment.”
“And Ashley?”
“She hasn’t responded. I know she’s doing okay. I checked her Facebook page. She posted some weird meme about peace and the universe.”
The elevators arrived, and we stepped in.
“What a joke.” Logan shook his head. “Maybe you don’t need to talk to her at all.”
“I was thinking that.” At that thought, I turned off my phone. “Part of me wanted to get some closure, curse her out, tell her how betrayed I felt.”
“But would it even matter?”
“I doubt it. She’s grown enough to know that it was wrong. We’re not fucking teenagers learning about life.”
“Exactly. There’s golden rules and she crossed lines.”
“You’re so right. No.” I shook my head. “I will not talk to her. I can just cut her out of my life. I know what happened. I don’t need to talk to her.”
“You’re done.”
I blinked. “I’m done with the both of them.”
“Good.” A wicked grin spread across his face. “Now you have enough space for me.”
“Which is so important.”
“It is.” He captured me again and drew me to him, landing lovely kisses all over my face before trapping my lips and never letting go.
I groaned into his mouth, unable to help myself.
Kissing me, he whispered against my lips, “You’ll never have any regrets with me, Mia. Never.”
“I know.” I closed my eyes and relished in the beautiful feel of his tongue.
The elevator doors slid open, and we didn’t stop. We couldn’t. It felt too good. And the moment was just right and...
A camera flashed.
“Oh my God!” Monica shrieked. “Logan’s kissing Mia!”
Another flash came.
Logan groaned in annoyance, left my lips, and turned to his baby sister. “It’s midnight. Well past your bedtime, Monica.”
She snapped another picture of us. “I’m a senior.”
“Hey, Mia.” She waved at me, her face giddy with excitement. “So...you two...are what?”
“We’re trying to go to my apartment without a bunch of commotion. That’s what we are.” Logan grabbed her phone and went through it, deleting images. “And you being a senior doesn’t mean shit.”
She widened her eyes and pointed. “You’re cursing. It must be all the hot passion that you felt in the elevator, building you up and taking you out of your comfort zone. You’re not yourself anymore. You’re someone else. A man unbridled with passion.”
Giggling, I walked out of the elevator. “Hey, Monica.”
“You must be swooning from that kiss and coming down from the heat of his manly—”
“I thought I asked you to stop reading Patricia’s novels?” Logan gave her back the phone and took out his keys.
She frowned. “They’re historicals.”
“They’re full of sex.”
She raised one finger in the air. “Yes, but pumped up with great facts about history. I’m learning about the lineage of kings and queens as well as the passion of throbbing members.”
“Yeah, stop reading them.” He pointed up. “And go to sleep.”
“I was worried about you.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “You turned off your phone. We all called.”
“For what? You all needed stuff?”
She smiled. “Well...yes, but we were worried about you too.”
“I’ll see you in the morning.” He opened the door.
“What?” Monica started texting in her phone. “Mia is here. It’s a party. I’m calling the twins and everyone down—”
Logan grabbed her phone from her. “Hell no. Enough is enough.”
I chuckled to myself.
Monica eyed him. “What do you mean, enough is enough?”
“I will see you tomorrow. You all can bother me then, but I’ve had a long day. I just want...”
“Some unbridled passion?” Monica giggled and backed away.
I grinned. “Monica, be good.”
“Fine. I can’t wait to tell everyone anyway. I win fifty dollars. You two got together this month. The twins said it would be spring.” She held out her hand. “Can I get my phone back?”
“Yeah.” He gave it to her. “I can’t believe you all had a betting pool with Mia and me.”
“Hey, Patricia said you would never take the step to talk to Mia. She placed a hundred on your cowarding out the year.”
He winked at his sister. “Good. I’ll get her back for that later. Have a good night.”
She frowned at me. “Bye, Mia. It appears my brother has taught me to share my whole life, but will not be sharing you this evening—”
“Or ever,” he added and went into his apartment.
“Bye, Monica. Get back up to your apartment safely.”
“Oh, please. Logan is a paranoid freak. He has cameras everywhere.”
“Okay.” Still, I made sure she got to the elevator and climbed on. When she did, I entered Logan’s place and caught him watching me.
“You’re a good person, Mia.”
“What made you say that?”
“I’ve just always thought that.”
The door shut behind me.
“And what else have you thought?” I asked.
“That you’re sexy as fuck.”
“Hmmm.”
“I’m also mad you changed out of the Kingmaker halter top.”
“Me too. I think I would’ve enjoyed feeling you rip it off.”
“Next time.”
My breathing shifted to low panting. “Next time, indeed.”
My nipples harden beneath my shift. A throb of desire pulsed straight to the space between my thighs. All I could think about was how it would be to have him all over me, moving in and out of me the rest of the night, until
the sun rose and blazed the sky with light.
He remained a few feet in front of me, yet looked like he was close to gathering me in his arms. “Would you like any wine?”
“No, thank you.”
He studied me some more with a heated gaze. Everywhere he looked, my skin went warm. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like it reached beyond regular lust and desire. As if he yearned to possess me.
How long had I thought about Logan?
There’d been so many times that I daydreamed about him. In some ways, I’d been cheating too, daydreaming about my boyfriend’s best friend. It appeared that Tyson hadn’t been the only one living a lie. I’d been right in the relationship, hiding too.
But worst of all, I’d lied to myself, denying my body and heart what it most desired.
How long had I secretly played with myself in the shower, thinking of Logan?
Forget about it. In fact, fuck it all. No more thinking of the past. No more worrying about the future. I am going to live in the present, and right now my present is looking gorgeous.
Fuck Tyson. Fuck the appropriate and the right thing to do. Fuck trying to be good, when everybody else was having a grand time being bad. Fuck it all to hell. For once, I was going to be selfish and take Logan the way I’d always dreamed.
“Damn.” The word escaped me as I drank in the sexy man before me.
“Damn is right, Mia.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Finally, this moment has come, and I’m just holding myself back so I won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t think you ever could hurt me.”
“I’ll spend my life making sure that’s right.”
A shiver of nervousness ran through me.
Please don’t hurt me, Logan.
“I’m over here for a reason, by the way.” His voice went deliciously low. “I’m remembering that you want to take this slow.”
Again, that word slow from his lips sounded more like hard cum-spurting cock.
I cleared my throat. “Slow...is good, but...”
My panties moistened at the thought of him taking my body. I had to admit it. I even considered one of the heroes from Patricia and Monica’s historical romances. The long haired muscled guy with the barreled chest and stunning eyes, ravishing the hell out of his damsel in distress.
And I was in distress.
And Logan had been my hero.
“But what, Mia? What are you thinking about?” Logan stepped toward me, leaving only three or so feet between us. “Your expression looks absolutely delicious.”
I smirked. “I’m thinking about you ravishing me?”
“Ravish?”
“That’s right. I said it. You’re my hero. You’ve saved me from the bad guy.”
“And now we’re at the moment of ravishing?”
“Yes. And I really want to be ravished. I want you to tear my shirt apart and just take me. Have your way with me.”
Grunting, he closed the distance between us. And right when I thought he was going to kiss me or draw me into his arms, he lifted me up and carried me off to his room.
I shrieked. “Oh shit!”
He gazed down at me with lust in his eyes. “Too much ravishing?”
“No, I was just caught off guard.”
“Good.” He kissed me as he carried me into his bedroom. “I love instructions, but you’ll never know how I’ll make you cum. That will always be my little surprise.”
I licked my lips. “It sounds more like a big surprise to me.”
“Very big.”
He carried me into his bedroom. Instead of placing me on top of his massive bed, he took me into the bathroom and set me on my feet.
“Thank you for the ride.”
“Trust me. The ride isn’t over.” He pulled off his shirt. “I still like the idea of a shower. What about you?”
“Uh...yes.” My chest tightened. I drank all those lovely layers of muscle in.
Holy fuck, I’m about to have sex with a god.
A powerful wave of longing crashed into my chest. Even if I had doubts and second guesses, I would be taking my clothes off this evening and letting Logan have his way. Whatever he wanted. Whatever he liked. Dear God, whatever he needed. It was his.
The sight of his bare chest had me fluttered and on fire all at the same time. Those tight muscles. More than ever, I yearned to stroke his warm skin. I needed to smooth my hand against his chest and feel his heartbeat booming under my fingers.
Desire lathered his words. “Can I undress you?”
I whispered, “Please.”
And slowly, he began to undress me, taking his time. There was no rush. No quick actions to get me naked. And I loved him more for it. His fingertips brushed against my flesh as my shirt lifted off me, inch by inch.
Arousal drenched my panties and had probably soaked my jeans.
Licking his lips, he slung my shirt. It fell to the floor. Instead of going for my jeans, he caressed the outline of my bra, following its journey over my shoulders, back, and on to the curved cups in front.
“All this time I imagined what this would feel like.” Gazing at me, he unsnapped the back of my bra. “And now I know that I had...no fucking idea how amazing you really are. I’d come close, but you’re more than I could ever imagine. And I bet I’ll be falling for you more and more in these days to come.”
Words left me. My breathing increased like I’d been running. My bra fell from my shoulders as he wrenched it away. The garment fell to the floor, and I had all his attention.
“Damn.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Damn, Mia. Just damn.”
I blushed.
My breasts were exposed to him and it looked like he was doing everything to keep his hands to himself. I almost told him that he no longer had to maintain control, but then he moved his hands to the top of my jeans, and I lost all my own control.
A moan left me out of nowhere. A hungry, lustful moan. And the worst thing about it was that I hadn’t caused the moan. My pussy had. In fact, I no longer had control of my body.
As if Logan could hear my thoughts, he said in a low groan, “Trust me, Mia.”
“I will.”
He undid my jeans and wrenched them down. I stepped out of them.
Backing away, he smiled at me and rubbed those sexy lips. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“You were worth my obsession.” He reached out his hand to his left and turned on the shower. Hot water sprayed. Steam began to fill the room. He walked over to the cabinet and took out some candles.
“Interesting.” I watched him place four on the counter. “I didn’t see you as a candle guy.”
“I’m not. These are old Christmas presents that I’m finally putting to use.” He grabbed a lighter from another cabinet and lit them. “When I take my time washing you, touching every inch of your body and taking my time, I want to do it within warm water and candlelight.”
“I love that idea.”
“It’ll not only clean us, but...it should lift our energy after all the things we’ve learned today.”
“Even better.”
He turned off the lights. The space darkened, illuminating only where the lit candles resided. Parts of us were hidden in darkness and other parts glowed in light.
“Mia, I can’t believe you’re here.” He strolled over to me and then lowered on his knees. “I want to show you how happy I am about it.”
As soon as his hands tenderly held my hips, I closed my eyes. He brushed his mouth against my panties right over the mound of my sex. I yearned to beg for his tongue, his fingers, his cock. I craved him inside of me so much that my pussy clenched in anticipation.
I trembled against him. My heart boomed so bad I thought my ribs would be shattered within seconds. And then he blew his warm breath on that space he’d rubbed, and my head fell back as I groaned in desperation. “Please.”
“Please what, sweet Mia?”
Panting, I opened my eyes and gazed down at
him on his knees in front of me. “Please, do anything and everything you want.”
A wicked laugh filled the candlelit darkness. “Shouldn’t I take it slow?”
“No. In fact, I demand that you take it very, very fast.”
“Hmmm. I don’t know.” Inch by inch, he traced the tip of his tongue along the edge of my panties. And right as I was going to groan in desperation and protest, his mouth slipped over my pussy and sucked through the silky material. Teasing. Taunting. Driving me wild.
I backed out of his grip, trying to catch my breath.
“Mia?” He rose from the ground and towered over me. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No...” I breathed in and out, still battling with my breathing. “Forget a shower, Logan. I can’t take this anymore.”
I yanked off my panties and stumbled into his bedroom. “Fuck me, Logan. Please.”
I didn’t even glance over my shoulders.
Before my foot hit his bedroom’s floor, the shower shut off and his low growl sounded behind me.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Mia.” He grabbed my arm before I could make it to the bed. “That’s guaranteed.”
I turned to him. “It better be.”
“It is.” He lifted me up so that my legs had to straddle his hips. “I don’t want you in my bed just yet.”
“No?”
“No. I want you everywhere else. Against the wall. Over the counter. In the shower. I want your scent all over every inch of my place.”
Chapter 16
Logan
I didn’t know how I was able to contain myself, how I could take my time. Perhaps on the outside, I appeared calm and in control. But on the inside, I was deranged and horny.
And her body was perfection. Exquisite. Soft, thick curves, full breasts, and a bare pussy with a cute clit peeking at me from juicy lips.
We’ll fuck now, but after she rests, I’m going to eat her until she comes again.
I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around that clit and suck until she screamed. I would run my fingertip down the length of her cleft, tenderly stroking the soft, swollen bud.
Forget about later. What about now?
Groaning, I lifted Mia in my arms, pinning her back against the wall. She wound her legs around my hips. A large ceiling-to-floor window stood on our right. Moonlight seeped through the glass and bathed part of her body in a lush glow.
