I woke in a frenzy, every nerve in my body waking up all at once. They screamed at me in a dull constant manner, a blanket of soreness covering my limbs. Logan hadn’t been kidding when he said he wasn’t going to be gentle. In fact, he probably should have warned me he was going to become a monster. That would have better prepared me for the night we had in store. He’d taken me time and time again like some madman on a mission to break me. Whatever natural stamina he’d built up from his playboy ways had been combined with the cocaine high, and the night had been a long one. A very very long one.
I groaned gently, stretching my aching limbs out as I postponed opening my eyes for as long as I could. I didn’t want to see an empty room. I didn’t want to face the reality that I wouldn’t be seeing Logan again. I’d always known we would go out with a bang. . . I just hadn’t known it would be in such a literal sense.
Just thinking of him made my heart swell, and I rolled onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillow. If ever there was a time for crying it wasn’t now, it wasn’t here. Not while I laid in Logan’s bed, breathing deep breaths into his pillow. My body ached, yes, but so did my heart. If I broke down now I didn’t think I’d be able to stop myself. To be honest it scared me. I hadn’t had a good cry in a very long time, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to experience it just yet.
“If you’re going to kill yourself don’t make my pillow an accessory,” Logan’s voice nearly stopped my heart, “I happen to like that one.”
Slowly, as though afraid I’d imagined his voice, I turned my head towards it opening my eyes along the way. I was greeted with the image of him standing mid room, clad in nothing but a pair of boxers. His black hair was a wild mess, his hand up and scratching the back of his head as he stared down at me with a classic Logan smirk. I noticed right away it didn’t reach his eyes.
“I didn’t think you’d still be here,” I admitted, not able to keep the words in my mouth. The last time I’d woken up in his room he’d been gone.
As though he hadn’t heard he turned his back on me, snatching the plate of forgotten cheesecake from his dresser. “The shower’s open.”
“Oh, good,” I muttered halfheartedly. I didn’t know what else to say. Was this his way of kicking me out of the room now that the night was over? Moving carefully, testing out my sore muscles as I went, I eased myself to a sitting position on the bed. The moment the cool air hit my breasts I found myself frantically clutching the sheet to them. Not that he was looking at me in the first place.
Logan stopped, halfway to the door, before stooping down to snatch something from the ground. “Don’t forget to lock the door this time,” he suggested, pairing it with a wickedly playful smirk. I opened my mouth to respond, but was cut off by flying projectiles. A pair of boxers and a teeshirt of Logan’s landed in my lap, falling just short of hitting me in the face, and I looked up from them to him in surprise. He was giving me his clothes? Before I could ask where he was going he flashed me a dark look that stopped the words dead in my throat. “I meant it.”
With that he left, his threatening tone still hanging in the air.
I shook my head, no idea what was going on here. I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. I would just have to wait and see how this played out. With Logan, if I waited long enough, things slowly revealed themselves. Until then I just had to hold my horses and not provoke any fights. That is, if I ever see him again. He’d seemed pretty set on kicking me out of his life. Not that I didn’t understand his reasoning.
I’d known the first day liking Logan was a dangerous thing to do. If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have lied to myself for so long. Something about Logan drew me to him. It was as simple as that. And yet it was so dangerous. His drug use, his illegal profession and the life he led. . . they all were so hard for me to handle. At any second something could go wrong. Not to mention his moods were even worse whenever he was under the influence of something. It was a world where I had absolutely no control over anything. It was a world that I’d have to deal with if I stayed with Logan. It was inevitable.
Pulling his clothes onto my body I again shook my head. I was overthinking things way to much these days. Instead I looked down at my body, stretching once more. Holy cow was I sore! I felt like I’d stretched every muscle possible as far as it could go. It was all Logan’s doing and I knew it to be true. Basketball had managed to keep me flexible enough and yet I found my muscles aching as I walked towards the door.
Did sex always hurt this much? It had felt so good at the time and now I felt like a train wreck as I shuffled into the bathroom and promptly locked the door as I’d been told. I stipped of the boxers and tee Logan had tossed to me and stepped into the shower. The hot water was a warm welcome to my sore muscles and I stood under the steady stream for a long time. I hadn’t felt dirty until I stepped into the shower and remembered just how sweaty we’d ended up last night.
By the time I finished I couldn’t help but smile at myself in the mirror. I’d finally had sex for the first time and it just had to be with a playboy drug addict who was also my best friend’s brother. Could I have been any more terrible if I’d tried? It was like the plot of one of the lame old movies Maver and I would watch, the very kind I would scoff and roll my eyes at.
Of course the stubborn virgin would fall for the bad guy. It happened every time without fail. I hastily pulled on Logan’s clothes, still smiling like a fool. I’d seen it coming and tried to avoid it and yet here I was, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, except maybe for his drug habits and the fact he was such an asshole. I mean really; wanting me to sleep with Dylan? It’d all been based on a stupid fear of his for crying girls. I didn’t even want to touch on that topic. With the way events were unfolding in my life I wouldn’t be surprised if it was some deep rooted emotional problem.
I tamed my hair as best as I could and ambled out of the bathroom. From the livingroom I could hear the sounds of talking, and yet I didn’t dare to peek. I wasn’t exactly sure what time it was and there was always the chance they were leftovers from the party last night. Quickly as I could I scooted back into Logan’s room, closing the door behind me.
I scanned the dark empty room before flipping on the light. Logan was nowhere to be seen and I hesitated a moment, considering locking the door as I changed. I decided against it on the off chance he decided to show his face again, and instead made my way into the room, scanning the floor for my clothes. The first thing I spotted was my bra and I quickly scooped it up from the pile of Logan’s clothes it had landed on last night. Peeling off the tee shirt I wore I slipped it on, setting about looking for the rest of my clothing.
They were nowhere to be found.
My lips pursed as I took in all the clothes that were strewn about on his floor. None of them looked remotely like my clothing and confusion set in. We’d wound up throwing my clothes, that was true. Yet I remembered distinctly Logan dropping my blue shirt on the floor in the very spot I now stood. I looked down, bewildered. Was it always like this the morning after? A sore scramble to try and find the clothes I knew I’d once had on my body, and yet it was in vain.
“Looking for something?”
I looked up at Logan’s voice, freezing in place in surprise. He always managed to find a way to sneak up on me! I straightened myself up, cheeks flushing as I realized I hadn’t thought to throw on a shirt while I continued my search. “Yeah,” I muttered, dropping the pair of jeans I’d picked up, “my clothes.”
Logan smirked, stepping further into the room. He held up a handful of clothes, tilting his head as he scanned over me with his piercing blue eyes. “You mean these?”
Sure enough I recognized the blue shirt and jeans hanging from his hand. “That’d be them,” I confirmed, stepping towards him. My hand reached out, ready to accept them from his hold, only to be left hanging there empty.
He’d already lowered them, his hand dangling at his side as he clutched them. “What was the plan?” he asked, his voice slow and cool. “Get dressed and leave without so much as a goodbye?”
“No,” I shook my head, staring at him like he was a ghost. Too stunned to move I just stood there, staring at him. While I was in the shower he’d found time to get dressed, and now he donned his classic tight white wifebeater and blue jeans. It really wasn’t fair all things considered. Here I was standing in a bra and boxers like some lost idiot as made no attempt to hide just how nervous I was. He wanted a goodbye?
His eyes flickered over my body before meeting mine once more. “What were you doing then?”
“Getting dressed,” I answered lamely. Logan’s face remained impassive, as though that didn’t really count as an answer. I hadn’t thought past getting dressed, but I had a feeling saying that would only make him accuse me of lying. “I would have looked for you.”
“Would you?” he asked coldly.
I nodded, bewildered by his attitude. He was pissed off; that much was clear. I knew Logan well enough to tell when he was in a bad mood. He hadn’t started on any insults however, and I was lost for what I was supposed to say next. Last night had been. . . overwhelming to say the least. “Can I have my clothes?” I asked feebly. His eyes had once more flickered to run over my body and I felt more exposed than before. Just thinking about what we’d been doing last night embarrassed me suddenly.
“You seemed pretty determined to take them off last night,” Logan responded, a small glitter coming to blue eyes as he smirked towards me. “In fact,” his full fledged smirk was suddenly back as he lifted my clothes, only to look down at them in his hand, “didn’t you say if I gave this back you’d leave?”
My mouth was dry, and I nodded on autopilot. Oh god, I had been quite the little drama queen last night. What had I been thinking, taking off my clothes in an attempt to get him to let me stay?! It had worked though, all things considered. My eyes met his blue ones and I managed to find my voice. “You also seemed pretty keen on kicking me out,” I reminded him.
Logan shrugged. “I had my reasons.”
“Yeah, I know.”
We stood there just staring at each other for a long while. I was too afraid to move, especially in my partially undressed state. And yet I didn’t have the heart to pull on any of his clothes to cover up. Instead I just waited, not sure what I was even waiting for. I didn’t even know what he was waiting for. He hadn’t made any move to hand me my clothes, and I started to get the feeling he wasn’t about to.
I gave in, breaking the silence first. “I’d like my clothes back,” I boldly stated, staring him dead in the eyes. Being timid around Logan never got me anywhere.
From the look on his face you would have thought I’d told him to go to hell. His expression darkened instantly, and he took a few steps closer. “Do you want to leave that bad?”
The question confused me at the same time it gave me a sense of comfort. It only took me a moment to realize he was being so weird because he didn’t want me to leave. It was such a Logan thing to do. To be honest I should have realized it the second he walked in holding my clothes hostage. In some twisted way he’d made sure I wouldn’t disappear before he could talk to me. Yet at the same time I didn’t understand why he was so convinced I was trying to leave. “I think I made it clear last night,” I said, stepping forward to meet him, “that I didn’t want to just walk away.” I extended my hand once more, requesting my clothes. “I’d just like to get dressed is all.”
He gave in, handing me forth my jeans with a wary look. I accepted it and, without any delay, pulled them up over the boxers. I still had no clue where my panties were. It was as little too late to care anymore and so I adjusted the boxers as best I could, thankful for not wearing skinny jeans last night. When I finished I looked up at Logan only to realize his eyes had never left my body. By the time they did it was to slowly scan up my chest before meeting my eyes. “That’s a good look on you,” he teased, a wicked smirk already in place.
Unable to hide my blush I pursed my lips instead. If he was trying to make me nervous he was succeeding. That hungry look in his eyes had both excited me and embarrassed me to the core. “My shirt?” I asked, my eyes flickering nervously down to my once more extended hand. It was no fair how much he affected me.
“No, I think I’ll keep it,” he said, that wicked still in place. I opened my mouth to object, but he stepped up abruptly, closing the gap between our bodies to mere inches. Looming before me I had to look up in order to meet his eyes, and not stare into his muscular chest. “You know, taking off your shirt last night was a very dangerous thing to do Kara.”
I swallowed at the dark tone to his voice. “I knew that when I did it.”
“Then why risk it?” he asked, sounding genuinely interested. In a flash it was gone, to be returned with the same low silky tone as before. “The whole point of drugs is to lose control Kara,” he seemed to be warning me. “You don’t understand what it feels like to just let it all go for a while.”
So that was why he did it. He was right; I didn’t quite understand it. Or, at least, the reason something like that would be desirable. If anything I strived to be more in control, not less. Yet with Logan’s strong body radiating heat into mine I knew just how dangerous it was; especially with Logan. His mood swings were ten times worse when he was under the influence of anything. Even knowing that I couldn’t help but remain stubborn. “I couldn’t let you make me leave.”
His eyes scoured my face, his lips drawing into a tight line. It was as if he was looking for something he couldn’t find for he sighed. “What I said last night is true, you know. Who I am isn’t going to change just because you’re mine.”
“Yours?” I couldn’t help but ask. It was the only part of the sentence that had sent my pulse racing.
Logan gave a knowing smile, as he slowly walked around me. His eyes scoured my body as I stood routed in spot. The moment he was behind me I could feel the hard muscles of his chest pressing up against my back. “You should have known better than to think I’d let you leave after last night,” he breathed, his arms wrapping around me.
I looked up over my shoulder and into his eyes. I had to swallow when I saw the heated expression in his eyes. “Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” I breathed, the words coming out before I could stop them.
He flashed me a devilish smirk, his eyes burning into mine. “I’m not asking. It’s too late to take back what you gave me last night,” his eyes shifted down to my breasts. He tightened his hold, his hands spread out to cover the curve of my waist as his warm arms crossed over my stomach. Somewhere along the line he’d dropped my shirt. “Or do you forget how eager you were to give yourself to me?”
My cheeks burned at the shivers his voice sent down my spine. “Actually,” I breathed, trying to keep my mind out of the gutter, “it was you who gave yourself to me,” I pointed out. My entire body was on hyper alert, aware of just how firmly Logan’s front covered my back as he pressed me into him. The warmth was almost soothing on my sore muscles.
Logan chuckled, his eyes once more meeting mine. “You didn’t think I was going to be free, did you?” he teased, shaking his head with a mischievous smile. “You belong to me now Kara.”
“You weren’t free,” I said, taking a small breath. His fingers had crept upwards, and now rested on the edge of my bra. It was distracting me so much I felt like I was about to go crazy. It wasn’t fair that I didn’t have a shirt on; he had me at a disadvantage in this conversation. “You have my shirt, remember?” I teased, hoping for the best. “Unless you’re nice enough to give it back. Then we can talk about this like normal people.”
For a long moment he stared down at me, his expression surprisingly playful. His dark hair hung, and as he released me he pushed it out of his eyes. Taking a small step away he sent me a challenging smile. “If that’s how you want to decide this, then I’ll do it your way,” he said, motioning to my shirt where he’d dropped it just a short distance between us. “If you want it then go ahead and take it.”
I turned, looking at him with confusion. “What’s the catch?” I asked, eyeing him up hesitantly. If I knew Logan, and I did, then it couldn’t be this simple.
“If you take it back then you have to go. No hard feelings, we go our separate ways.”
“And if I leave it?” I asked, slowly.
He smirked slowly, eyeing me up. “Well then I’ll give you one of my shirts in exchange for you.”
My cheeks flushed. I’d just barely made it through my first night with him and now he wants a round two? We still hadn’t actually talked about what was going to happen now. “I don’t think now is any time for sex Logan.”
He smirked a devilish smirk, scooping up a shirt from a pile of folded clothes. “Though that’s how you used me when you bought me off with a shirt,” he teased as he held it out, “I’m after something else.” After his words I didn’t know whether to be confused or embarrassed; so I went with silent. As though he’d anticipated this he took another slow step towards me. “You put this on, and we’re official. That means no one else can lay a hand on you, and they better damn well understand that.”
I stared at the shirt in disbelief. Logan actually wanted to be a couple? I didn’t know whether I could believe it or not. Just last night he’d been so ready to just throw it all away. How did I know he wouldn’t change his mind again? “What happened to everything you said last night? What’s changed since then?”
“I’m willing to give it a try if you are,” he said slowly, his eyes lowering to the shirt.
I looked at it, my mind already made up. Maybe this thing could work. It’d be hard, but what wasn’t? “You aren’t going to sleep around on me, are you?”
He grinned as I took the shirt from my hand. “No, I think you proved last night you’ll be able to satisfy me.” He watched as I pulled on his shirt, thankful for the cover from his eyes. My cheeks had already started to heat up at his words. “But more importantly I have a promise for you.”
“What kind of a promise?” I asked. I couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized as he took my hand in his.
“I won’t do any hard drugs around you. Alcohol and pot don’t count of course,” he warned, meeting my eyes. “I won’t give it up altogether, but I can at least do that much.”
His words floored me, and I could do nothing but stare up at him. Logan was willing to set aside his drugs for me. Never in a million years would I have thought it possible. Though he wasn’t parting from them altogether it was enough for me. I knew how rocky of a road was ahead of us, but with that promise was a flicker of hope. If I’d been able to handle him so far than with this things could only get better. “I think I can work with that,” I smiled slyly up at him.
“I want something in exchange.”
Of course he did. He was still Logan after all. “What?”
“I want to see Luke’s face when you tell him the news,” he responded, with one of his classic devilish smirks. I opened my mouth to respond, but he pulled me into a quick kiss. For a moment his mouth over took mine, before he pulled away and looked down at me with burning eyes.
“And I thought you were possessive before,” I muttered, swept away by his kiss. He was just as much Logan as he ever was, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s all part of the package babe.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Fine, you can be there when I tell Lucas. But,” I gave him a sharp look, “you won’t start a fight. If we’re going to do this then you have to learn how to trust me. I can’t deal with you turning to ice every time you so much as see me talking to another guy. I think I’ve proved to you I can handle myself.”
He scanned my face, taking it all in for moment. Finally he gave a little nod. “Fine. But if I don’t think you’ve gotten the message across to some thickheaded idiot I’m going to step in.”
“Deal.” It was good enough for me and I smiled, going up on my toes to give him a kiss.
Logan smirked, slipping his free arm around me to pull him up against him as he returned my kiss with more passion than I’d intended. I was far from against it thought, and kissed him back happily. His hot lips worked against mine, charming them open only to nibble on my lower lip. After a moment he released it, smirk still in place as he looked down into my upturned face. “Yeah, I can definitely get used to this,” his husky voice washed over my. As he said it he lowered his hand to my ass, pressing my pelvis against his.
Ruining the moment, my stomach rumbled out loud. My eyes widened in surprised, unable to contain the little laugh from escaping. I’d never had my stomach be such a third wheel before. Yet I was thankful for the interruption. “I’m a little hungry,” I admitted, taking in Logan’s clearly amused expression.
He was surprisingly agreeable, releasing me only to pull me towards the door with his hand still wrapped around mine. “Let’s go get some lunch. I’m surprised Preston hasn’t called the cops with how badly he was freaking out at me this morning,” he turned his eyes to look back at me as he pulled open the door. “You said you were giving me cake and then disappeared. He acted like I ate you or something.”
I laughed, not at all surprised at the news as I fell into pace beside him. “It’s only because he knows you too well.”
“That he was,” he smirked playfully. “I did get a mouthful or two last night after all.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, even as I smiled. He enjoyed teasing me more than anyone else I knew. He was like his brother in that way. Maver- “Oh shit,” I muttered, suddenly stopping dead in my tracks.
Logan looked back at me, stopping just short of pulling me into the livingroom. “What is it?”
My face paled. “Maver’s going to break my pinky,” I groaned, closing my eyes. I’d totally forgotten my stupid promise! When I opened them it was to see Logan staring at me, utterly confused. “I broke a pinky promise,” I explained, “so he’d going to break my pinky.”
His eyes raked over my face. He was silent for a second before giving an amused smirk. “You’re not serious.”
“I am,” I insisted, nodding. “Well, he won’t actually break it. But he’ll try. Last time it ended up in a sprain.” My lips pursed as I remembered how pissed I’d been. He was lucky it’d been my left hand or I could have been doomed for basketball.
“We’ll see about that,” he smirked, giving a little chuckle as he shook his head. He gave my hand a gentle tug, and I gave in; following beside him once more.
It was going to be far from easy, but I was prepared for that. One way or another Logan and I would find a way to make something work. I didn’t expect hearts and flowers; I knew I wouldn’t get it. But oddly enough that didn’t matter anymore. Insanely possessive Logan was more than enough for me. I knew, in his own twisted way, he’d look out for me.
And while it may not have been a fairytale ending; it was what I wanted.
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