"In my fucking bed, asshole. Watch your words. And your eyes."
His hands went up in surrender, "Dude," he chuckled. "I got it. She's your girl. No problem."
We all sat in a corner booth; it only took an hour or so before the room filled. "How the fuck did you guys organize all this?"
Jake pointed to Amanda. "She did it."
I faced her, but she was mid conversation with Lucy. Probably about that Reid Knox asshole from that book.
She threw her head back, laughing at something Lucy was saying. I loved watching her laugh. I turned my entire body to face her and placed my arm on the seat behind her head.
Amanda
I could feel his breath on my neck. His hand lightly rubbed my leg under the table. My skirt was short, shorter than I was comfortable with. But I wanted to wear something he'd enjoy. His hand moved higher. And higher. I turned to face him. "Stop," I warned.
He smirked. "I can't," was all he said.
I crossed my legs.
His hand wedged between them. "You're just going to make it harder." He licked his lips. His eyes were hooded, burning with lust. Then he kissed my neck. My eyes fell shut. "I want to touch you so fucking bad." His voice was hoarse. I opened my legs. I didn't mean to, but I lost control. I always lost control with him.
His hand moved higher again, separating my legs further.
Higher.
And higher.
I moaned from anticipation. Then I felt his finger run along me through my panties. I moaned louder.
He grunted. "So fucking wet," he said. I was. He did that to me. Then I felt his fingers shift to move the material aside. And then it hit me. Where we were. What we were doing. My eyes snapped open. No one was in the booth. "They're dancing," he said. I threw my head back against the seat, unknowingly spreading my legs further for him. No one could see what we were doing, unless you were watching us. But I didn't care.
Then I felt his finger; slowly move up and down my wetness. "I wish I could taste you," he moaned.
"Oh God," is all I managed to say.
Then his finger was inside me.
"Holy fuck."
“He chuckled. “You have such potty mouth when I’m about to make you come. I love it.”
My hand went to his dick, over his pants. I started rubbing.
"Fuck." He pulled his finger away.
My eyes went wide. I looked around. No one was watching. "Huh?"
"We have to stop." He put his hands down his pants and adjusted himself. "If we don't, I'm going to fuck you right here and I don't care who sees."
"Okay," I nodded. But it wasn't. Not really. I had whatever the equivalent of blue balls was for girls. Blue bean?
I look around for the others; they'd made their own dance floor in the middle of the VIP room. "You want to dance?"
He scrunched his nose.
"You don‘t dance?"
He shook his head.
I laughed.
He reached for my hand and linked our fingers under the table, his other hand coming up to my face. "You did all this."
I nodded.
"Why?" His brows drew in. His eyes were intense as he roamed my face. He had to know why. He had to know how I felt about him. He had to know I loved him.
"Because..." I trailed off. Then I sighed, "You won't let me say the words."
His shoulders stiffened, his eyes cast downwards, looking at our linked fingers. I lifted his chin with my finger, the way he'd done to me so many times. I looked into his eyes. He licked his lips and then kissed me slowly, "Me too," he said.
***
Ethan, Tristan and Alexis showed up a couple hours after we got here. Ethan brought Kellie I E with him. Alexis was pissed. She always joked to me about being with Ethan, but I think deep down she actually had feelings for him. We were on the dance floor. I was buzzed; she was trashed, barely able to stand up.
"He brought Kellie I E. What a joke!" she slurred out.
"I know, babe." Her arms around my neck tightened. I tried my best to hold her up. She still managed to dance, moving her hips from side to side. "Maybe you should just tell him how you feel."
"Fuck off, " she scoffed. "I don't feel anything. Just drunk."
"Okay, Lexi."
"Hey James is here, maybe he'll do me."
"Oh my God."
"James!" she yelled, stumbling over to him.
I looked around for Logan but I couldn't see him anywhere. I started to walk to the balcony to see if he was downstairs when someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into a room. My eyes shut tight instinctively, but opened when I heard a latch lock. I was in a bathroom. It was high class, not dirty, scummy run-of-the-mill club bathroom. "I can't wait," a voice whispered in my ear.
Logan.
I turned around. "I was looking for you."
"I was watching you." He licked his lips and stepped forward, placing one hand on the small of my back and the other on my leg, moving higher and lifting my skirt with it. He kissed me slowly. Painfully slowly.
"Logan," I whispered, out of breath. "We can't. Not here."
"Why?" he asked against my lips.
I bit his bottom lip. "I have a surprise for you at home."
He pulled back, his eyebrows raised. "A surprise?"
I bit my lip and nodded. "I got a naughty little nurse's outfit to go with your birthday present."
He visibly swallowed. "You're not fucking with me, right?"
I laughed. "No, baby." I stepped forward, the alcohol making me braver. "When we get home, I'm going to change, and you, Dr. Matthews, are going to bend me over and spank me."
Instantly I was being pushed back, until my back hit the counter. There was fire in his eyes—the good kind. His mouth mashed with mine, his tongue darting out, invading my senses. I lost control. Then his hands were everywhere. On my breasts, on my legs, in my hair, and somehow, in my panties. "You're so bad," he ground out. His fingers made their way inside me, spreading my wetness. And within a second he'd spun me around, bent me over, and had my panties around my ankles and his dick inside me.
"Oh God!"
Then he started to move, in and out. Slow at first, and then he built his rhythm. He kissed my bare back while one hand cupped a breast. He slowed down, pulling away. Then he grabbed on to my hips and started moving again. "Fuck, baby. I could watch this all fucking day."
A moaning sound escaped.
He started again. Faster. Harder. Then his hand moved from my hip and his fingers rubbed my clit and I was done.
Done.
Logan
I opened the bathroom door and Cam was there waiting. He was looking at the ground, but his eyes trailed up when he saw the door open. Then a huge shit eating grin took over his face when he saw us, and whatever state we were in. He kicked off the opposite wall and faced the wall next to the door. Then he started pumping his hips into it, singing, "Birthday sex, Birthday sex...it's the best day of the yearrrr girl..."
You can't not laugh at that.
***
"Did she call you?" Micky asked.
"Who?" I bent down so I could hear her over the music.
"Megan. She called me today looking for you."
"No." I shook my head.
"I offered to take a message, but she said she needed to speak to you directly. Maybe it was just to say happy birthday."
"Maybe." I shrugged
***
"Fuck you, Tricia!" Lucy yelled, her hands coming up, most likely to pull hair. Cam easily held her back. "You need to quit spreading rumors about me and go back to spreading your legs!"
I laughed, but Amanda shook her head in warning.
Tricia—whoever the fuck she was—was being held back by a few other girls. She kept trying to reach for Lucy, but no one would let her get close enough. Amanda leaned into me. "This Tricia bitch thinks that Lucy tried to steal her boyfriend. Apparently the boyfriend told her he had fee
ling for Lucy. Lucy had no fucking clue."
"Are you calling me a slut?" Tricia spat out.
"Fuck you!" Lucy yelled. "I'm not fucking calling you a slut!" She took a step forward. "But if cocks had wings you'd be fucking airport."
Tricia reached forward, trying to grab Lucy. Cameron moved her behind him. Then to Tricia, he said, "You tell your boyfriend or whatever the fuck he is—that if he keeps calling Luce, I'll find him and I'll fucking beat his ass."
Tricia calmed down, then eyed Cam up and down. She lifted her chin. "You call me when your sick of playing house with Plain Jane and want a taste of something better."
Lucy scrambled from behind him and raised her fisted hand. Cam was quick enough to hold it back. But somehow, a slapping sound was heard.
Amanda.
She towered over Tricia, "Get. Your. Shit. And. Leave. Now. Bitch." Her jaw was clenched. "Now." She repeated calmly.
***
"Holly hell," Amanda said through a yawn, "Tonight was good times."
Her head was on my lap; we were the last ones out of the Limo on the way home. "Yeah," I agreed.
"My favorite part was when you took my innocence in the bathroom."
I laughed once, rolling my head on the back of the seat. "Yeah, that or when you bitch slapped that girl."
A laugh rolled out of her, getting louder by the second. "I feel bad for Lucy. I mean—if anyone knows the effects of rumors it's me."
I stroked her hair. "How bad was it? I mean...that summer?"
She shrugged. "I'm not going to lie. It was bad. But we move on. We get over it. Make new memories, you know?"
I smiled down at her. "Yeah, we do."
Then she sat up and kissed me. And I got lost—in this moment, and in her—until she giggled into my mouth. "What's funny?" I asked against her lips.
She pulled back, trying to contain her laughter. "If cocks had wings you'd be an airport."
I laughed with her.
"I so don't want to work tomorrow," she whined.
"Sucks."
Then it was quiet for a minute.
"So," I started. I don't know if what I said next is—I don't know—normal—but I'd been thinking about it for a while. "I think you should just move your stuff into my room. We could rent out yours and save you some money. Then maybe you can cut back—"
"What?" she cut in. "Like, move in with you?"
"Well, you already live with me—"
"Yeah, I know, but I mean, if we fight, or break up—"
"I don't see that happening. Ever."
She smiled.
Shit. She was so fucking beautiful.
"We're here," the driver stated, pulling up to the front of the house.
I got out first and helped her out. We didn't release each other’s hands.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay?" I stopped walking up the driveway and faced her. The only light was from the moon. There were no streetlights on our road.
"I'll move in."
"Yeah?" I couldn't help the smug grin that took over. Honestly, I was happy she had nowhere to go if I ever pissed her off. She'd have to stay with me.
She nodded. "You're so getting layooked tonight."
I chuckled, and continued walking up the driveway. "It's so fucking dark."
"I know," she agreed. "Ethan always forgets to put the security light on."
We walked to the door and I got my keys out, and then faced her. "Hey."
"What's up?" She was shivering from the cold.
I put my arms around her and held her close. "Thank you for tonight. For all of the nights you give me. Just...thank you."
She pulled away and looked up at me. "You're my person, Logan."
I just shook my head. I had no words. I opened the door and stepped in behind her.
"Hello, son."
Monsters.
Voices.
THIRTY EIGHT
Logan
A light turned on. There were three of them.
"Your mamma told me you'd gotten big, boy." His deep rumble voice echoed in my ears.
This is what nightmares are made of.
"You not going to introduce me to your girl?"
I stood there frozen.
Then her hand curled around my arm. "Logan?"
I turned to her. Her face was pale. Her bottom lip quivered.
I picked her up and rushed to the front door, opening it, and placing her outside. Her panic stricken face turned to shock. "What are you doing?" she cried.
I pulled out my phone and gave it to her. 'Call the police' I mouthed. Then slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it.
"Logan," she shouted, her hand pounding on the door. I ignored it. I had to.
I turned around. The monster stood in front of me.
"You took my girl," the one next to him said. My eyes went to him. I knew him. It was Megan’s monster. The one that was there when I visited her. "You took my girl," he repeated. "And now you have to pay."
I don't know what came first, the fist to my jaw or the bat to my stomach.
Amanda
"Logan!!" I banged on the door harder. I turned the knob. It kept slipping from my hands. "Logan!!"
There was shouting.
Glass breaking.
He told me to do something.
"Logan!" I was crying. My heart pounded against my chest. It hurt so fucking much.
He told me to do something.
I moved to the window and tried to pry it open.
"Logan!!" I looked around. "Help me!! Somebody! Help me!" I yelled into the pitch-black night.
Then I felt his phone in my hand.
Call the cops, he'd said.
"You have to hurry!" I yelled into the phone. I gave them the address. I gave them what they asked for. "Logan! Please!" I banged on the window. There was so much shouting. It felt like hours. I cried harder. My body shook. I needed to break the window. "Oh my God, oh my God." I couldn't see. It was too fucking dark. "Logan!!"
The spare key. In a magnetic holder in the wheel well of Ethan's car. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I walked with my hands out in front of me. Feeling for his car. Fuck. "Help!" I shouted again. I hit something solid and dropped to the ground. I felt for his wheel and where the key was supposed to be. Even if there were light, my tears would stop me from seeing clearly. "Come on, come on!" I felt around. It wasn't there. "Fuck!" I yelled. Then I felt it. I pulled it off and pried it open. The keys fell with a clanking sound onto the concrete. "Fuck!" I felt around blindly, until my fingers hit the cold metal. I don't even know how I got to the door.
And then I opened it.
And he was there.
"Logan!" I shouted. But he didn't respond.
He was being held up by two of them, while the other held a bat in his hands. His head drooped in front of him. There was blood everywhere.
"Logan!" I shouted again, running towards him.
This time he heard me.
"Amanda," he croaked out. His entire face was swollen and bloody. "Go!"
I grabbed onto the arm of one the guys holding him. "Let him go!" I shouted, trying to pry his hold of Logan. "Let him go!"
Logan
"Get off me you little bitch," I heard.
Then a loud thump. I tried to raise my head. But I couldn't. It all hurt too much. It took all my effort to open my eyes. And she was there.
And something in my snapped. "Amanda," I screamed.
Her body was on the floor; she was trying to get up. Then I saw footsteps in my blurred vision, getting closer and closer to her. "Don't you fucking touch her!" I tried to break free but I couldn't. I couldn't fucking get to her. "Amanda!" In my head I was yelling. But outside, I didn't hear a sound. It was static. White noise. Monster's voices.
"Fuck you!" she spat out, her eyes trying to focus on him. He bent down, and then raised his hand.
"Don't you lay a fucking hand on her!" Th
e words were only in my head. My eyes were heavy. I felt nothing everywhere else.
And then he slapped her.
That's the sound that broke the static.
Something came over me. Adrenaline strength I'd only ever read about. I pulled from their holds but I fell to the floor. They'd been holding me up. I was too weak to stand. I started to crawl.
"You take away my girl," the asshole on Amanda said to me. "Now I take yours."
Then he kneeled between her legs and undid his belt.
I crawled as fast as I could. It all happened so slowly.
She tried to fight him off. She raised her arm to hit him. But he blocked it and roughly pinned it onto the floor. She cried out in pain. Tears falling faster. I crawled as fast as I could to save her.
He pushed his pants down to his knees.
"Logan," she cried out. Tears falling down the side of her face. She was helpless. Her body broken. Her eyes focused on me as I crawled pathetically to her.
But I couldn't. I couldn't get to her fast enough. "Logan," she sobbed. She'd given up.
Amanda.
This time, I saw it before I felt it. A boot towards my head.
And then darkness.
But only for a second.
They say your life flashes before your eyes.
It doesn't. Not for me.
All I saw was her.
Her smiling.
Because it was all I ever wanted.
THIRTY NINE
Logan
Beep. Beep. Beep.
It sounded so familiar.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I tried to open my eyes.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I coughed.
Then I heard footsteps.