by Janie Marie
Her breath sped up at seeing the word love. Did he think she loved him? Did he love her already? Was it just a term for her affection? “Stay calm, Kylie,” she said to herself, clutching her phone a little tighter as she replied. “He just means my kisses or something.”
She typed out another text and sent it: Well, you’re not impressing me. Up your game, Grimm
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: Is it wrong that I got turned on by that?
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: I’m getting so hard now
“Jesus.”
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: Joking
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: How are things going
Fine.
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: What happened
How do you know something happened?
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: I can tell. What happened
She sighed, and knowing it was better to tell the truth, she explained what was going on.
Nothing. Ryder is just mad about his brother. And I think I made Janie cry.
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: You made her cry?
I said something that bothered her. She left to go talk to one of her brothers.
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: Where’s Ryder
Went to get us food
It was a little longer before he responded this time.
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: What are you doing now
Homework. You?
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: Eating. I’m sure everything is fine but call if you need anything.
I will.
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: Okay. I gotta go.
Okay. See you tomorrow?
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: Yes, baby. Call me anytime. I’ll pick you up no matter what’s going on.
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: Make sure you eat
Yes, sir.
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: One of these days it’s going to be me punishing you, Hood.
Can’t wait
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: So hard it hurts
She chuckled, holding her cheeks because they were bright red.
Logan Stolemypanties Grimm: Night, baby.
Night.
“Hey,” said a male voice.
Yelping, Kylie threw her phone in the direction of the voice without looking.
“Fuck!”
Her eyes went wide as she took in Gareth, Janie’s brother, standing just inside the bedroom with a brown bag.
“I’m so sorry,” she rushed out. “Are you okay?”
He laughed and picked up the phone before walking over to her. “I didn’t mean to scare you. The door was open,” he said, tossing her the phone, then handing her the bag and drink. “Ryder called and asked me to get you guys food. I was already grabbing dinner; I hope you like burgers.”
Kylie nodded and peeked in the bag to see a large order of curly fries and what smelled like a delicious hamburger. She hadn’t had one in years. “Thank you.”
Gareth nodded, rubbing his head as he turned to leave.
Kylie called out, the uneasy feeling that she’d done something wrong urging her to ask, “Did I upset her?”
He stopped and gave her a sad smile. “Don’t worry about her, darling. Make yourself at home. She’ll probably be gone for a while.”
“Okay. Thanks. And I’m sorry if I upset her.”
He shrugged, heading to the door. “Good night, Kylie.”
“Night.”
“Mommy, I want to go to the park. I ated McDomal’s with Daddy,” said five-year-old Kylie.
“We will, darling, but Mommy has to meet her friend first. Sit right here, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”
“But . . .”
Her mom shook her head and kissed her cheek. “I promise we’ll go. But only if you behave.”
The little girl slumped forward in defeat, just as a male voice spoke.
“Scarlet, you shouldn’t have brought her.”
Kylie looked over to where she saw a man’s pants before lifting her eyes up to where his face should be . . .
“Kylie.” Someone shook her. “Dammit, open your eyes.”
Her eyes flew open, her mouth parted at seeing a huge male shadow standing beside her.
“Shh,” he said, covering her mouth just as she went to scream. “Relax. It’s me—Ryder.”
With her heart pounding, she stared up at his shadowed face.
“Get up.”
Kylie shook her head. He was going to murder her for upsetting Janie.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I want to sleep with my girlfriend. Now get up.”
As her eyes adjusted, she could see the faint glow from the bathroom light on his face, and the fact he was only wearing boxer briefs.
“Are you done checking me out?” He sounded beyond annoyed. “Get out of her bed.”
She went to speak, so he pulled back his hand. “Where am I supposed to go?”
“In the room two doors down, where you were supposed to stay. Just go so I can help her.”
Kylie looked at the other side of the bed where Janie was curled up. She had no idea when the girl had even climbed into bed with her, but what she saw surprised her. Janie was crying in her sleep.
“You shouldn’t have said anything about the baby,” he said, moving back so she could sit up. “Learn when to shut up about shit you don’t understand.”
“I didn’t mean—“
“Just go.”
Nodding, she scooted off the bed, turning when she made it to the door to see Ryder pulling Janie close as he hushed her sleepy whimpers and wiped her tears.
“I’m here, my love,” were the last words she heard Ryder say before she shut the door.
She felt along the wall in the darkened hall, thankful a dim light was on in the room Ryder suggested she go to. She would have never thought Ryder Godson considerate enough to leave a light on for her.
She pushed the door open only to be pulled to the side, and for the second time that night, a hand clamped over her mouth.
“Don’t scream.”
Three
Betrayal
Fear took hold of her, and she shoved, kicking her feet out to get free enough to yell for help.
“Hood, calm down.”
Her eyes widened, and she froze. Then she turned when he loosened his grip and punched his chest. “You asshole!” She smacked him again and again. “You scared the crap out of me.”
He chuckled, grabbing her hands. “I thought he would tell you I was here.”
“Ryder?”
Logan nodded, hugging her to him. “Yeah, he came by my place for something, and I asked him to sneak me in. We thought you’d be in here.”
It was hard to slow her racing heart, but she breathed in deeply, enjoying his unique, clean scent.
“You all right?”
She nodded, still trying to take in that he was here. “You’re lucky I already used my ninja skills on Gareth.”
He frowned and moved back a bit. “What are you talking about?”
Kylie stared at him and realized he was jealous. Punishment.
“Gareth,” she said, smiling. “Janie’s brother. You know—the cute one.”
His jaw clenched, but his grip stayed gentle. “The cute one?”
She nodded, fighting the evil laughter nearly bubbling out of her. “Yeah. When I got done texting you, he came by with some food.”
“Is that all?” He looked pissed, and his eyes were staring into hers, trying to find the truth he seemed to always pull from them.
She shrugged. “He scared me, but I used my ninja abilities.”
“He scared you?” It was hilarious that he could only repeat what she had said.
“Yeah. What’s wrong with you?”
He kept staring at her, his hands moving up and down her back as if he were attempting to soothe her. She realized he was trying to calm himself down.
“I’m just—” He shook his head and exhaled. “Did he flirt with you or anything?”
“
Why would you think that?” She watched his gaze harden as he tried to look anywhere but at her. She figured he was making a good enough effort to not blow up. “He didn’t, Logan. I told you—he brought me food right when I got done texting you. He startled me when he said hello, and I threw my phone at him without looking.”
His body relaxed. “You just hit him? He didn’t hit on you?”
“I pinged him right on the head. He just dropped off the bag of food. All he said was for me to make myself at home.”
Logan nodded, exhaling a frustrated breath. “Sorry. It’s just—Gareth is a flirt. Not many girls turn him down.”
She pushed his hands away and crossed her arms. Was he already assuming she’d cheat? “Am I many girls?”
“Baby, you’re you,” he said, his eyes a tiny bit wide with alarm. “I didn’t think you were flirting. I just know guys are probably hitting on you all the time now. I can already see how they look at you at the gym, and when we went out this weekend. I’m sorry.”
She gave him a hard look as his eyes practically begged her to not be angry. If she was honest with herself, she probably would have ignored his statement about her being hit on and screamed that he was comparing her to Janie. But she could see him trying to keep his cool. “You’re forgiven,” she said, smiling at the relief in his gaze. “Now come kiss me. I freaking missed you.”
He grinned and stepped closer, lowering his mouth to fulfill her request as he gently pushed her against the shut door.
Her arms flew around his neck. She smiled against his lips when he lifted her up. She squeezed her bare legs around his waist at the same time he squeezed her ass and thighs where he held her.
“Have I told you how much I love kissing you?” he said, resuming their kiss before she could respond. “Fuck.” His fingers slid just under her panties, allowing his whole hand to squeeze her butt cheek. “Damn, did you really sleep in bed with her and only wear panties and a shirt?”
“I was hot.” She felt her cheeks burning. Had Ryder, the murderer, seen her?
Logan didn’t seem to think about that and resumed kissing her, and she forgot all about the danger the bad boy down the hall posed.
Moaning, she tilted her head as he kissed down her neck. His hands still squeezing, his tongue and lips never abandoning her skin while one of her hands tugged his hair.
“Oh God,” she said, gasping when he pulled her hips closer the same moment he pushed his forward. “Logan.” Her breathy whisper next to his ear seemed to set him off.
He made a growling noise before sucking her neck, hard. Again, he pulled her against him, but this time she joined his movement with her own, making them both moan louder. She loved feeling him react to her. And the more she responded to his touch, the more he gave, adding to that tingling that danced over her skin—adding to the needy throbbing between her legs where he hardened more and more each time they moved together.
He pulled his mouth from her neck to kiss her lips.
She whimpered as one hand slid up her back. Her body was still sore from her injuries, but the sensation of his skin on hers soothed the constant ache.
Blinking when her back met a soft mattress, she opened her eyes to stare up at Logan. He was kneeling with one leg on the bed and tugging his shirt over his head. She didn’t even hesitate to reach for the button of his jeans. She heard him kick off his shoes and smiled when he placed his hands next to her head so he could lower himself to kiss her again.
As he kissed her more urgently, she hurried to push his jeans down. She took the time to slide one hand over his hardness while her feet finished the job of removing his pants.
A surge of tingles between her legs made her writhe and lift her hips, almost as if he was once again nudging inside her. Her body remembered—knew he was right there—and it begged for him to finish what he started in the shower that morning.
“Logan,” she said, breathing in his minty breath when he kissed her jaw, scooting her at the same time so they could both fit on the bed. “I need—”
He nodded and yanked her shirt up, leaving her only in cotton panties. “So beautiful,” he said softly, dropping his lips to the top of her right breast.
Kylie cried out as his tongue swept across her nipple before he gently tugged it with his teeth, then he closed his mouth, sucking harder than he had on any other occasion. Excitement and satisfaction filled every thought and sensation. It awed her more when he was slightly more aggressive with his mouth even as his hand on her neck stayed sweet, his thumb gently caressing her jaw.
But she wanted more.
Again, she needed him to understand she wanted more. “Logan, please—”
He hummed some sort of acknowledgment against her breast before kissing his way to her left one. This time, though, Kylie reached down to try to reach the elastic of his underwear. It was difficult, and she had to sit up a bit, which hurt her chest, but she slid her fingers inside enough to feel him.
Grunting, he lifted his mouth and moved to kiss her lips, allowing her hand to wrap around him and slide down. Feeling him in her hand, the smooth skin—the hardness as she stroked his shaft only aroused her more. And when he thrust his hips forward to meet her movements, she moaned in his mouth and rotated her own hips so her hand around his shaft would rub between her legs.
“Oh, Logan, I—” She moaned louder as her movements increased. Her lips closed upon realizing the words that wanted to spill from her lips, but her mind already knew; she loved him.
Logan sighed as her thumb pressed down on his rim before sliding down. She hadn’t even realized her other hand was attempting to free him of his underwear, but it seemed Logan couldn’t ignore her desire. He helped her push them down as much as possible before pushing himself up to lift one leg at a time to kick them off. All the while, her hand kept up its work, and her lips parted at the sight of him erect before he leaned forward again. He didn’t move too far. He was leaning back, her panties captured in his hands as he tugged them off.
Both completely naked, they groaned when Logan lowered his body back on top of hers. And he was there again—the tip of him easily finding her wet entrance. The throbbing, the tingling overwhelming her as his kiss muffled her cries for more. And he was giving more. With one hand holding the back of her thigh, he began to push forward. Her fingernails dug into his forearm, the others on his shoulder as the same beautiful feeling invaded her from that morning.
Heat. Pain. Need.
It all begged to find release that only he could give her. She needed it. More. All. She needed him inside, and as the tiny second seemed to stretch for an eternity, she screamed for him to stop as a word popped in her head.
Pregnant.
“Stop, Logan!” She dug her nails in at the same time she lifted her hips to help guide him. “Ah, Logan, stop. Just wait a second. Condom, get a condom.” Her legs tightened around him, still begging, ordering him to enter her while her mind screamed to stop.
“Ah, shit,” he said, stopping his movement, his breath heavy as the tip of him waited, though her body still ached, still teased him with tiny movements to keep going. “I don’t have one.”
“What?” Her mind clouded with lust, she slid her hands up his back, smiling as he shuddered, moaning when that sweet bundle of nerves received a kiss from his cock. “Oh God.”
“Fuck.” He kissed her roughly as he held her hips down. “Are you okay if I don’t use one?” Her eyes opened to see his face over hers. He kept kissing her, kept teasing her with what he could give her. “I’m clean—I promise. I get checked all the time for fighting. I’ve always used a condom . . . I’ll be gentle, baby. I—”
“I’m not on birth control.” Her rushed words cut him off and ceased his movement.
“You’re not?”
She shook her head, her body crying when he moved a tiny bit away.
“Damn, Hood. I’m sorry.” He pecked her lips over and over, the sweetness still hot enough to make their bodies seek each other out.<
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“I’m sorry,” she said, worried because he looked so angry. Maybe she could—
His words cut off her thoughts. “It’s not you. I’m just mad at myself. I promised you we would wait, and this is the second time today I’ve almost fucked you without even asking.” He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, his lips teasing her skin when he spoke. “I’m sorry.”
Sighing, she got over her moment of insanity. Was she really about to consider letting him have sex with her? Yes. But she stayed logical as she told him, “I can’t get pregnant.”
“I know.”
She smiled when he kissed her skin.
“I would take care of you though,” he said, kissing her neck until his lips were right below her ear. “Both of you.”
Her heart sprinted, pounding just as hard as his was. “I know.”
His smiling lips made her grin in return.
“I don’t want to wind up like that,” she whispered, thinking of Janie and Ryder.
He nodded. “I know. I was just letting you know.”
“Is this going to hurt you?” She whimpered with need because he was still very hard against her.
“I can deal with it. Just give me a few minutes. I can’t make it go away just like that.” He chuckled at her biting her lip to keep from begging for him. “Are you going to hurt?”
She nodded. “I want you so bad.”
“Fuck, Hood,” he said, shutting his eyes and breathing out. “Don’t say shit like that and expect me to calm down.”
“I’m sorry. I’m just so . . .” Her words were quieted with a moan as he started kissing his way down her neck.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.”
She trembled as he kissed down her stomach. “Logan,” she said, looking down at the top of his head. “No, Logan.”
He jerked his head up, worry across his face. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head and touched his face with her hand.
“You want me to stop?”
Nodding, she watched him push himself away from her body. When he was almost in a push-up position, she shoved his chest as hard as she could. It caught him off guard, and he fell onto his side. She knew he made sure he didn’t crush her and grinned at his shocked expression when she shoved him onto his back.