Hush

by Xavier Neal

  When his old man doesn’t move C.J. says, “Mr. Cofax, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

  “Don’t you threaten me in my own house, boy.” The words are ground out harshly.

  C.J. says, “No threats—”

  “Not yet,” I state clearly. “Now let the kid in to get his shit.”

  “Or what?” His old man steps at me.

  “Not a good idea,” C.J. sighs.

  “Don’t test me,” I warn.

  “Be quick,” C.J. urges, and Dean goes to move past the old man when he tries to put his hands on him. Before he has the chance to, I yank him by his shirt and swing him around so that his back hits the wall hard enough to create a hole.

  “Don’t. Ever. Touch. Him. Again.”

  His old man doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t say a word. His eyes, which look as dead as my own old man’s once did, stare back at me, but I don’t loosen my grip.

  In a mumble C.J. says, “I warned you…”

  “Get your shit, Kid,” I call to Dean and C.J. follows him inside.

  My hold on the man finally drops moments later when C.J. puts a hand on my shoulder indicating it’s alright. He shakes his body loose while I back up, and C.J. hands him his file.

  “Your copies, Mr. Cofax. Have a nice life.”

  He says something in return, but it doesn’t register as I give Dean a once over, observing he is carrying a small toy fire truck and a photograph. We approach the car, and I immediately notice that the worried look on Maxx’s face is somewhat eased at the sight of me.

  “Maxx, meet the Kid. Kid, meet Maxx,” I introduce them.

  “Nice to finally meet you,” he meekly says. “I’m Dean.”

  “Nice to meet you too.” She smiles brightly.

  “Get in the car, Kid.” I prepare to walk around to my side when C.J. speaks up.

  “I’m gonna get this filed. You’ll have a copy sent to your house when everything is official.”

  “Thanks, C.J., I owe you one.” The keys dangle from my fingertips.

  After a moment he shakes his head. “You know what, Kellar? I think I actually owe you one.”

  What the fuck does that mean? I didn’t do anything for him here.

  As Dean climbs into the backseat, Maxx croaks, “Does Erin know?”

  C.J. sighs and shakes his head, moving towards his SUV.

  Once we’re all inside my car, Maxx asks, “Does he expect us not to tell her?”

  “Part of the deal,” I clarify sticking the key in the ignition. Her face morphs to argue and I shake my head. “Not up for debate, Maxx. I told him I wouldn’t say shit. It’s the least I can fucking do for what he did for me. Now can you please keep it to yourself?”

  She rolls her eyes and folds her arms. “Fine.”

  Tell me we’re not having our first fucking fight as a couple right now. Are you shitting me? One day after we hook up?

  “Really? You’re gonna be pissed off at me?”

  When she doesn’t answer Dean does. “Look, Maxx, I know we just met, but can I ask you not to be mad at Kellar and C.J.? I mean, all this was my fault. If they would’ve never met me, C.J.’s secret would still be safe, and you and Kellar wouldn’t be fighting and—”

  “Kid,” she sighs softly looking over her shoulder at him. “Never apologize for letting them save you.”

  “I don’t wanna be the reason you’re fighting—”

  “We’re not fighting.” The tone in her voice shifts to gentle.

  Not gonna lie. That’s the fastest I’ve ever heard it change gears. Looks like having the kid around might have hidden perks.

  “It seems like you’re fighting…” Dean says again, this time hinting at a smile.

  “What’d you bring with you?” Maxx questions as I look over my shoulder to get another glance.

  “Just a couple things I needed.”

  “Obviously.” I join in the conversation. “What makes ‘em special?”

  He looks down at the fire truck and then hands me the photo in his hand. Maxx leans over and the two of us stare at a younger version of him and young girl with bright caramel colored skin and a head full of curls. They’re hugging.

  It’s eerie how much this photo looks like me and Maxx years ago. No, she didn’t have curls, and her skin is a couple shades darker, but those are just little fucking details. This photo is alarmingly familiar. Twilight creepy. Can you hear the ominous music too?

  “Her name was Megan. She was my best friend until she had to move away when we were 10. I spent a lot of time at her house. Her mom treated me like I was her own.” The story strikes so close to home that I hand the photo back. “She used to make us spaghettios, and we’d watch cartoons until we fell asleep on the living room floor…Before she left she gave me this truck and this picture. Told me to never forget her.” Dean lets the corner of his mouth curl up. “And I never will. She was the little piece of life that made it not so bad.”

  The minute his attention cuts away to buckle up and put his belongings down, mine falls into Maxx’s eyes that are bright in color and soft in emotion.

  Before she can say anything else I nudge her nose with my own until her lips fall against mine. My hand gently grips the back of her neck as they mesh together tightly, the realization of just how lucky we are to still have each other circles around us.

  This girl has always been the little piece of life that made mine not so bad. And now I have her. There’s no one way in hell I’ll ever let her go. Shit. Too sappy?

  Chapter 3

  Maxx

  Sitting on the edge of the counter, I watch Logan from a distance as he helps some kid with shaggy brown hair fix his stance in front of the punching bag.

  He is completely different when he’s here. Kind of like when he steps into the ring. Except there’s no rage. No anger. Just dedication, concentration, and a little bit of hope. It’s the side of Logan I that always wanted to see more of, and now that I am…all I can think about is having him in my arms. Oh geez, how Pretty in Pink did that just sound?

  After a couple minutes, Logan glances over his shoulder at me, and I have a wide grin on my face.

  This is the first time we’ve been to the gym together in years. It was always best for our friendship that we didn’t. Aside from the obvious fact that he looks like he walks into the gym and his muscles immediately succumb to the idea of being perfect without any goddamn help, I also hate watching really skinny girls in their perfect gym outfits bend over in front of him. Or pat their towel right on top of where their boobs should be in their sports bras. Oh what? They can make digs at how many brownies I eat, but I can’t make one comment about their lack of cleavage? That hardly seems fair.

  Strolling over with a big smirk on his face, Logan wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I let my hands slide down the front of his shirt that is slightly damp with sweat. Immediately there’s a familiar sensation between my thighs.

  Seriously? Is it from the touch or the sweat? Either way, I know it shouldn’t be an instant wetness, but I’m working on that. Fine. I’ll work on that.

  A low rumble comes out of him as I bite my bottom lip. Arrogantly, Logan cocks his brow and states, “I’m gonna have you here.”

  “That’s hardly a good idea for the youth to see.” I toss my head at the sight behind him before leaning forward and whispering, “But if you must know, I am wet and ready for you.”

  Before he has the chance to respond, an older gentleman strolls around the counter beside me. “So you must be the girl who made Unbreakable put all those holes in my wall.”

  Curiously I ask Logan, “You put holes in the wall?”

  With a shrug he answers, “A couple.”

  “A couple?” the man snaps. “Five is the running total.”

  I shriek, “Five?!”

  “I told him if he puts another hole in the wall I’ll kick him out.”

  “You’d never kick me out.” Logan’s hands travel down my thighs and the
idea of him spreading me wide pops into my mind.

  Just like that. Perfectly innocent conversation happening and I’m wondering how long it is until he forces my thighs open and dives in again. This is totally normal, right? And if it’s not, don’t let me know. I rather enjoy being in denial.

  “True.” the man sighs. “But stop putting holes in my goddamn walls.”

  “Your walls? Don’t you mean Oliver’s?” Logan’s counter is followed by him dragging his hands more forcefully back up my legs.

  I’m getting the feeling he knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing to me.

  “It’s my gym too.” The man pouts and leans both his elbows on the counter. He smiles sweetly at me. “Now that I’ve met you, honey, I can see why he thought pummeling this place to the ground would make him feel better. I’m Will.”

  “Maxx.” I extend my hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

  He plants a gentle kiss on the back of my hand before letting it go. “And you. You know if I was about 10 years younger, Unbreakable, I’d give you a run for your money.”

  I chuckle, but Logan glares at me.

  Come on. He’s like 45. Harmless old man flirt.

  Very firmly he states, “No one gives me a run for my money.”

  “I don’t know, Kellar, with the way you were breaking shit in the gym, I’d say at that moment someone had.” He pokes the subject and I watch Logan’s blue eyes cloud over in jealousy at the memory. “All I’m saying is, if I were few years younger—”

  “It would have been your face I would’ve bashed in instead.” Will laughs as he grabs a magazine and I stifle a giggle knowing the unhappy look he shot me last time. “I’m gonna show Maxx around. Can you watch the kids for a few?”

  Will waves us off, not looking up from his now open magazine. With a mischievous look, Logan helps me hop down off the countertop and takes my hand dragging me towards the back.

  Between the looks and the fact that I’m being dragged, why do I feel like this isn’t about to be an actual tour of this place?

  Once we’re past the main gym area and a few of the private classrooms, the hallway comes to a split, in one direction there are the locker rooms, in the other an office. Still towing me along, Logan yanks me into the room, shuts the door with a bit of force, and locks it. My eyes do a quick assessment of the small office. The desk I am backing myself into, the chair behind it, the folded up cot against the wall, and the mini fridge in the corner.

  Makes you wonder if this is where Oliver sleeps when his wife is mad at him.

  My ass unexpectedly hits the back of the desk as Logan stalks towards me. A blazing look falls on his face and I know what’s about to come next. My pussy clenches in anticipation.

  “Turn around,” he instructs. Without hesitation I do what I’m told. “Hands on the desk.” They plant themselves firmly on top of it. Logan’s weight presses against my back. I resist the urge to just melt against him.

  Which is really fucking hard.

  His lips latch onto my neck and give it a good suck before adding a bit of his teeth. A small moan seeps out of me while his hands assist the shorts I’m wearing in falling to the floor. The second my lower half is exposed he slides a hand around the front, between my thighs, and lightly grazes my clit.

  In a low voice that forces my eyes shut again he asks, “Commando in my shorts, Maximus?”

  Mockingly I say, “I got dressed in a hurry.”

  Logan’s finger grazes my clit again and I whimper. In a stern voice he says, “Liar.”

  A little…

  “Spread ‘em.” The words are followed by his hands running down my ass cheeks, then my thighs and calves to remove his gym shorts from my body completely. Logan rises back to his feet, pushes me so I’m flat on the desk, and palms my ass cheek roughly. “I could fucking come from just looking at you like this.” My body reacts by tensing up while my pussy’s response is to get wetter.

  I swear any wetter and we’ll be using his gym shorts to mop up the floor from the mess the damn thing is making.

  With my eyes still closed I do my best to will my body to gain some control.

  If I’m going to be sleeping with him on the regular, it’s gotta learn willpower and the art of self-control. Or at least wait until he is inside before it feels like exploding. Damn.

  Suddenly, Logan’s tongue makes a long slow drag from my clit all the way back. The unforeseen gesture causes a sharp and loud moan to flee from me. A breath later his voice is in my ear. “You’re wrong, Maxx. Because I licked it, it is mine.” With no time to respond, his cock thrusts deeply inside causing another loud moan. In that same husky whisper he says, “And if I fuck it, I get to keep it.” Another thrust assaults my body with ecstasy as he fists his fingers in my hair, sharply tugging it so my body isn’t flat on the desk anymore.

  Logan’s dick continues aggressively pumping in and out while his hand is still gripping my hair, pulling my neck back to his lips that are now nipping at it. The simmering sensation of small pinches causes my pussy to clench tightly around him, excited by the combination of pain meeting pleasure.

  “Don’t scream,” he instructs taking a harder bite on my neck. My jaw opens to disobey but I suck on my lips instead. His tongue returns to leaving a moist trail of kisses and licks up to my ear where he says, “Good girl.”

  His hips grind forcefully against mine with an urgency I’m unfamiliar with. It’s like he’s marking me but at the same time it’s so much more. His grip of my hair is finally gone, that same hand is now clasped lightly around my neck and the other has been given free reign over torturing my clit in a pattern of soft touches and fast rubs. The inability to guess just what exactly his fingers have in store seems to be what my orgasm is craving because it’s right on the edge.

  My breath starts to shorten in anticipation of coming, which is when his cock and fingers both slow down. Whimpering I beg, “Please don’t stop.”

  I can feel Logan’s face smile against me.

  Bastard.

  “You want me to make you come, baby?” The hand around my neck contracts briefly, and at the same time he gives my pussy a quick stab. Not being able to verbally answer I nod. His hand slides back around through my hair and clenches as my center does. “Whose shorts were you wearing, Maxx?”

  Really? Is now really—

  His dick nudges in deep and my mouth leaks out, “Yours!”

  With another hard push he questions, “And shirt?”

  “Yours.” My whimper is followed by him dragging his teeth up my neck.

  Logan’s fingers suddenly apply just enough pressure as his cock forces itself almost to my limit on long, drawn out thrusts. My entire body submits to his will, my pussy ready to collapse on command, which is when he asks, “And whose pussy is this, Maxx?”

  “Yours.” My quick response is rewarded with the repeated action.

  There’s a nip on my earlobe before he states, “Again.”

  “Yours.” I say a little louder, my knees threatening to hit the ground.

  With my muscles death gripped around his dick, there’s suddenly a familiar pulling inside and I know within seconds I’m going to be giving into it. Pleased, Logan groans as he begins lunging harshly forward. “Now show me it’s mine.”

  No more than three pumps later, the orgasm that I was on the brink of jumps off a cliff and I’m spiraling at an unstoppable rate. When my mouth opens to shout and scream for mercy Logan’s hand covers it, his dick still on a mission to stay inside no matter how hard my pussy screams that it can’t take it. I’m still riding the wave of the first orgasm when the second assaults me. I cry out harder from behind his hand, actually thankful it’s there because I’m not sure I could lie to a gym full of people about what the hell we were doing. I feel Logan’s body stiffen behind me, which is when he lets out a throaty rumble, releasing inside of me. A soft exhale comes out of me as I’m surrounded by him inside and out.

  The two of us stay glued togethe
r for a minute before he releases my hair and the rest of my body from his clutches. Backing up, Logan pulls up his gym shorts, a shit eating grin on his face while he stares at the mess he made in my body slowly leaking out.

  Why do I feel we didn’t think this through?

  “I should probably get you a towel.”

  “Ya think?” My sarcastic snap is followed by me pushing my legs together in an attempt to create less of a mess.

  Logan raises his eyebrows and shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe not. I kind of like the idea of you walking around full of me.”

  Disgusted I roll my eyes. “You’re enough full of you for the both of us.”

  Chuckling he licks his lips hungrily at me. “God you’re sexy like that…”

  “Pantsless?”

  Logan leans over and presses his lips softly on mine, a small swipe at my bottom lip makes me fall against him. Pulling away, his eyes shimmering with emotions that I’m just getting used to seeing, he says, “Mine.” He swallows deeply. “You are sexy being mine. It’s that simple.” I shyly smile and he tilts my chin back up. “I’m gonna go get my girl a towel.”

  “Thank you.” my voice whispers back. He winks and slips out of the room leaving me half naked and leaning against the owner’s desk.

  Is it weird that I don’t know what excites me more? The fact that he just fucked me roughly in a public place or the fact that he’s just as excited to be calling me his girl as I am to be hearing it. What do you think?

  Chapter 4

  Logan

  Walking into the house, with Maxx and the Kid, we’re immediately greeted by the sight of Erin polishing her toes and Luke thumbing slowly through a novel.

  Well at least he’s not fucking knitting, right?

  “Well look what the gym fairy dragged in,” Erin snips not even looking up from what she’s doing. “God you smell like disappointment and testosterone. I don’t know whether to hand you a beer or tell you to lay off the steroids.”

  Dean chuckles a little and I say, “Believe it or not, Kid, this is her cheerful.”