Damn. For real, I think I’m gonna vomit.
“You’re absolutely terrified that when I get better, I’ll move back in with my family and we’ll never see each other again,” I say, my chest expanding and contracting to compensate for intense breathing.
She tears up. “Yes, I’m terrified I’ll never see you again.”
I can’t help the grin sliding across my face. “Oh, Chloe, what am I going to do with you?” I lean down and kiss her lips. She doesn’t hesitate to smash her body against mine, squeezing me tighter and tighter. I lock my hands in place at her lower back. With my mouth pressed against hers, I hoarsely whisper, “It’s not going to happen, you know. You and I will pull through our issues, separately and together, understand?”
She clings to my gaze. “I don’t know if we will, though. That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“What do you mean?”
Biting her lip, she falters.
“What do you mean?” I repeat, my voice rising.
One tear escapes and slides down her face. “Mom and Dad are getting a divorce, and Mom is moving out of state. She wants me to go with her. When I got back from your parents’ house, I told her my decision.”
What the fu— No. Just no. I shake my head. Calm down, Logan, just calm the fuck down. I grapple for some sense of the situation. Maybe it’s just one state away, or maybe it’s one of the other states along the East Coast. That won’t be so bad, right?
“Where?” She just stares at me, so I ask her again. “Where are you moving to, Chloe?”
Her bottom lip quivers as her eyes drop to her feet. “Logan, I think it’s best—”
“DAMN IT, TELL ME!”
“California, Logan,” she says, raising her eyes to meet mine. “We’re moving to California, the state where dreams are either made or destroyed. I don’t know which it’ll be for us.”
I jerk away from her as if she slapped me. Cali? The opposite side of the United States? I pace a few yards away, grasping sections of my hair and pulling. Maybe the pain will wake me up, because I have to be hallucinating. But Chloe still stands in the same position, her cheeks now displaying a fresh coat of tears. “How the hell are we supposed to see each other if you move out there?” I can’t quite force the words to roll off my tongue, but I know she’s thinking the same.
“Logan, please . . . don’t make this h-harder than it already is,” she chokes out.
I stop pacing to ask, “How long have you known?”
“She told me before we left earlier. I knew she’d move out, but I didn’t know where to. And I can’t stay with my Dad.” You know, for obvious reasons, is what she’s basically telling me.
I can’t be pissed at her; it’s not her fault. But shit, this is Cali we’re talking about here. I don’t have the money, or a job to produce the money, so I can move out there with her.
“We’ll figure this out,” I say, gathering her in my arms again. Resting my head atop hers, I plant several kisses on her wet hair. “We’ll get through this. Do you trust me?”
She sniffles. “Yes.”
“Okay, then. I have to get back to my parents and Lucas. I have to talk to them about borrowing the money so I won’t have Big P on my trail forever. Do you want to come with me?”
She nods. “Let me get a shower first.”
“’Kay.” I grab her hand as we meander back to her cottage. The sun pokes through the leaves from the canopy of trees above us, and all is calm on the lake. If this were any other time, I’d say it was a perfect day to be outside. But with Big P and his boys after me, being in the open isn’t an option.
Chloe enters through the back door, and I climb up the lattice—our usual routine. Less than a minute passes before she opens the window to her bedroom.
“I won’t be long,” she says.
I clear my throat. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I can’t keep the lame grin off my face as I slide through the window and close it behind me.
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I motion with a finger at her attire. “Strip.”
“Logan, I don’t—”
Shaking my head, I interject, “Strip. You owe me one, remember?” All joking aside, and with the smirk wiped from my face, I add, “I want to see you.”
Chloe stands there, probably weighing her options, but, ever so slowly, she begins unbuttoning her shirt. I park my ass on the edge of her bed, toss my backpack on the floor, and then scoot backward so I’m sitting against her wall. She loses her shirt and unzips her shorts. Standing in nothing but her bra and panties, I notice she doesn’t seem nervous. Like, she wants to put on a show for me. My smirk returns, as do the naughty images she normally inserts in my mind. Reaching around her back, she unclasps her bra, letting the straps gradually slide down her arms. She pauses for a dramatic effect, then lets her bra fall to the floor. I gulp. Gorgeous is the first word to pop in my head. Fucking beautiful are the next two when she slithers out of her panties and stands before me completely naked. God help me.
“Now can I take my shower?” She raises one eyebrow and a wicked grin forms on the curves of her lips.
“I . . . um . . . yeah, sure”—I swallow hard—“I guess.”
She giggles. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless.”
I growl. “I’m two seconds away from stripping down and joining you.”
She narrows her eyes and saunters toward me. “Did you just growl?”
“Chloe . . . I’m warning you . . . Don’t. No, stop.” I throw my hands up so she won’t come any closer. I’m about to file a missing brain report with the police. 1-800-HAVEYOUSEENLOGAN’SMIND. Because I’ve seriously lost it. Somewhere.
She presses her stomach against my outstretched hands, and I reluctantly let her move forward. More. More. More. Until she straddles me. My dick is rock hard, straining against my zipper. All it’ll take is one tug to set it free.
I summon what little self-control I have left to tell her, “Not now, Chloe. God, I want to, but not like this.”
She leans forward and whispers against my ear, “No excuses this time.”
Battling with myself over whether I can do this right now, I remember there are several condoms in my backpack. Don’t do it, Logan! says one side of my conscience. The other is screaming, Yes, yes, YES! Now’s your chance! By the end of the summer, she and I may not be as close as we are now. We won’t even live in the same state. The thought of losing her, of maybe never seeing her again, rips my heart from its strings. If this is what it takes to keep her, then so be it.
“Yeah, fuck the excuses,” I say, and claim her mouth harder than I’ve ever kissed anyone, because I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. Her perfectly-shaped tits are so close to my face, I can’t help but pull away from her lips so I can suck on them. Chloe throws her head back and moans. “Like that, baby?” I ask before I take her other peaked nipple in my mouth.
“Yes,” she barely murmurs. Her mouth forms a perfect “O” and her eyes are already half-lidded.
“And my guess is,” I say, pulling back to watch her next reaction, “you can feel everything here.” I press my middle finger against her clit, rubbing it around in circles. Her mouth opens wider, and her eyes fully close. No sound emits from her throat, except harsh breaths.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Ooooh. Don’t stop, Logan. Please.”
“Begging me, Chloe?” I lean forward and, before I take one of her rosy peaks in my mouth again, say, “Beg harder.”
She cries out as I quicken my pace, matching the rhythm between my sucking and my circling her swollen bead. With my free hand, I keep her steadied by pressing it against her lower back. Her body begins to bounce up and down, and I grunt at the thought of her doing the same to my dick. Right now, it’s raging to be set loose; so much so, it aches.
Instead of finishing her off, I roll her over so she’s underneath me. She’s in the sex fog right now, so anything I do to her is dreamlike. Hazy. Fan-fucking-tastic. I tra
il warm, lingering kisses down the front of her chest, stopping at her bellybutton long enough to jab my tongue in and out a few times. Her thighs tense, and I know I’ve hit a mark.
“Oh, Logan. Please. I need—”
“Ssh, baby. I know. But you asked for this, so guess what? You’re going to get it. But I’m going to do it the right way. Understand?”
She barely nods her head, still in her sexual euphoria.
I chuckle, but it comes out raspy and hoarse. God, I haven’t been this turned on since . . . well, I don’t know when. I reach down and carefully unzip my jeans. My dick tumbles out, and I can already feel the pre-come collecting on the tip. Fuck, I’m not going to last long.
My tongue creates languid circles on the inside of Chloe’s left thigh. I nip and lick, moving down at a leisurely pace, until I cross her sex, where I stop long enough to breathe warm air and flick my tongue once. Her back arches, and she grabs the comforter with both hands. Pressing on, I slide my tongue over her folds and all the way to her right thigh, continuing the same slow, torturous bites and tongue-thrashings.
“Logan,” she exhales in one breath. “Logan, please.” She’s definitely begging for more, but she doesn’t really have a clue what she’s begging for just yet.
I smirk. You want more, Chloe? Wish granted. I dip my mouth to cover her sex, twirling my tongue around it a few times. Chloe’s body tenses, her back curving again. I carefully take her clit in between my front teeth, brushing the tip with my tongue. Over and over and over again. Sliding two fingers inside her, I realize how soaking wet she is—and so tight. Her muscles clamp my fingers, and I can feel the effect all the way to my throbbing member, which now flinches according to the way she moves, as if it can’t wait to be where my fingers are.
“Logan, I— Ooooh.”
I close my lips around her and suck like it’s a straw in my favorite milkshake. All I can see from my point of view is Chloe’s arched back, her tits forming perfect hills on a naked plateau. I reach up with my free hand and pinch her left nipple, twisting and rolling it around my fingers. God, her muscles just tightened around my fingers. She’s not going to last much longer.
As if on cue, she cups both hands over her mouth and releases a muffled cry, her body shaking uncontrollably in the aftermath. But that doesn’t mean I stop. I want her screaming—pleading—for me to end the sexual hold I have over her body.
She reaches down and grabs the back of my hair, pulling. The sharp tingle I feel on my scalp only makes me want her more. With her body still convulsing each time I suckle, I know it won’t be long before she comes for me again. That’s the plan, anyway.
I continue my unhurried assault on her sex, lapping it up, changing the pace. My fingers continue to glide in and out of her, and to switch things up, I add a third finger. Every time I drive my fingers inside her, I imagine it’s with my own dick, so my hips are pretty much pummeling the mattress of their own accord. Chloe’s hips move up and down as she fucks my tongue. I spread her folds apart, so her sex is more sensitive, more exposed. Her breathing matches each thrust of her hips, and I grunt as my hips match hers. If we keep this up, I’m going to come all over her fucking comforter.
“God, I’m going to— Ohhhh.”
She arches her back, and the shudders follow. Underneath her hand, her muffled cries cascade to nothing but soft mewling.
I rise up. “Chloe, if you want me to stop now, just say so.”
Descending from her high, she elevates herself into a sitting position, eyeing my enlarged shaft. As she licks her lips, I feel my dick respond by bobbing once. “Can I?” she asks. Her eyes are so big and round and innocent, which is funny, considering what we just did was anything but.
“Chloe, I won’t last long. It probably wouldn’t be—”
“Please, Logan? I want to return the favor,” she adds, getting all sheepish on me. She lowers her eyes, and then brings them back up, meeting mine again.
I almost collapse. Who is she, and what has she done with my Chloe? This girl is a vixen, straight-up. To tease me further, she opens her mouth wide, expecting me to just insert myself.
“I’m not going to last long, baby,” I tell her again.
“But if I get you off now, you’ll last longer afterward, right?”
I pause for a few seconds before sighing roughly. “Yes.”
She grabs me and slides half of my member in her mouth, moaning. I almost lose my load. Ever so slowly, I begin slipping my dick in and out of her. She uses one hand to hold it in place, and the other reaches around my backside, grabbing my ass and digging her nails in.
“Oh, Chloe.” I groan and close my eyes.
She pulls me all the way out of her mouth and looks up. “All or nothing, Logan.”
“Sweetie, listen. I would, but it’ll choke you, and I don’t want that to be your first experience.”
She rolls her eyes. “I can handle it.”
“Whatever you say . . .”
She resumes her previous position, and I slowly slide my shaft in until it hits the back of her throat. She gags. I begin to pick up the pace as Chloe grabs my ass with both hands, her nails digging into my cheeks. Just when I should stop, she urges me to go on by pulling me toward her. I clasp her hair away from her face, and her eyes never leave mine. God, does she know what she’s doing to me?
“Chloe, I’m not going to make it.” I try tugging her head away, but she won’t budge. When my hips stop pumping, she finishes the job by continually moving her mouth. I thrust twice and throw my head back, gritting my teeth. With my legs and body and mind still recovering from what just happened, still feeling like they’re tingling all over, she sucks all of me and swallows. I shudder.
Quickly moving to lay her back, I let my weight fully rest on my arms beside her. I lean in for a kiss and grapple with my backpack next to the bed, reaching in and fumbling around. Aha! Found it! I snatch a condom and rip open the wrapper with my teeth.
“This will hurt,” I tell her. “But I’ll go slowly until the pain eases, okay?”
She nods once.
I roll the condom on. Gently, I press myself to her opening and, inch by inch, slide inside her. She bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut, like she’s in pain. I pull all the way out and then press my way back in. She whimpers.
“Chloe, look at me,” I say. I wait until she opens her eyes and stares directly into mine. “Tell me when, baby, and I’ll stop.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m okay. Just . . . keep going.”
I don’t want to hurt her, but damn this feels so good. In an attempt to ease the pain and get her mind off of it, I bend down and kiss her. She gradually opens her mouth to me, letting me slide my tongue in and around. Her whimpers become soft moans as I continue my slow entrance and exit of her body. As her legs wrap around my waist, her hands find my ass, fingernails digging in.
“I’m going to speed up a little, okay?” I place a lingering kiss on her lips as I up the tempo. Her back arches, and her mouth opens to cry out, but I swiftly cover it with mine again. “Ssh. None of that,” I say in between kisses.
Her eyes take on a hazy glaze. “Logan . . . Oh, God . . . Don’t stop.”
I chuckle, low and hoarsely. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”
Balancing on one straightened arm, I wrap my other arm underneath her waist and lift her hips. Using her legs as leverage, she matches my thrusts with her own, nearly sending me over the edge. I pump faster—harder—and each time, she meets my force with equal vehemence. Our bodies glide against each other, our lips are constantly intermingling. Pressure builds, and we both fall, fall, fall over the precipice of passion. Together. As one.
Lying here, limbs entangled and hearts racing, I nestle my face against her neck and plant delicate kisses on her skin. “Promise me something?”
“Anything,” she replies breathlessly.
“Whatever happens, wherever life takes us, we’ll always be together.”
She turns her head slig
htly toward me, just enough so she can give me a sidelong glance. “I promise.”
I sigh with relief. “I’m going to find a way to be with you in California, even if it takes months, years, or most of my life.”
She rests her head against mine.
Taking a deep breath, I say, “Do you ever feel like there’s more than what’s around us? I feel like we’re not living up to our full potential. Like, there are so many things to do and see in the world, and we haven’t even begun to imagine what’s in store for our futures.”
She smiles. “Is that your new goal in life? To see the world?”
I rise up and look her in the eyes. “Only if you’re there to experience it all with me. Maybe we can start a new to-do list.”
Her smile fades and is replaced by a serious expression. Tracing her fingers across my cheeks and jaw line, she says, “I’ll always be with you, as long as you want me.”
“And I’ll always want you.”
She grins. “Then, it’s settled.”
We share a laugh.
“Now,” I say, “about that shower . . .”
Seventeen • Chloe
I can’t say I saw that coming. If somebody told me two hours ago that I’d have sex with Logan, I would’ve laughed in their face. He and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms after Audrey showed up, so . . . yeah.
The craziest part is that I can’t stop smiling. Like, I’m literally beaming from ear to ear. I have a good feeling about Logan and I being together; we might make it, after all. I was so worried that, once I told him about mine and Mom’s move to California, he’d blow me off and forget anything between us ever existed. So I was a little shocked when he seemed distraught by our future cross-country travel. We just have to do this one last thing, and then he and I can start focusing on our future together, which apparently involves seeing the world.
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