“That, they were,” I grin before I go on to explain every last detail about my experience with Logan.
Jaz gives me a confused look. “I don’t see your problem,” she says. “Your hoochy is desperate for attention, it probably has cobwebs on it. Maybe a guy like Logan is just what it needs and it sounds like he isn’t giving up anytime soon.”
“My hoochy does not have cobwebs on it,” I defend.
“Bullshit. I hear it crying at night, screaming for a good pounding.”
“Oh, my God, shut up,” I shriek as I throw a cushion at her.
She awkwardly tries to dodge the cushion while simultaneously trying not to spill her wine all over my lounge. “It’s true,” she laughs.
“Is not,” I grin. But really, it is. To tell the truth, I really could use a good pounding.
Little does Jaz know, I’m a 25-year-old who still has her V-Card. I mean, I’m no prude. I’ve fooled around with guys before but no one has ever given me that instant desire, not the way Logan did the second he walked into the room. I swear, I almost came just from touching him. He’s the kind of guy I would give it up for, well if he wasn’t such a playboy.
I guess I’ve just never been interested in sex. Well… that’s a lie. I’m definitely interested, I’m just not interested in searching for the guy to do it with. Don’t get me wrong, I have a certain little guy that glows in the dark, stashed under my bed who does the job perfectly, so why mess with perfection?
Men have come and gone and the second they realise that my life is far from easy, they are straight out the door, and I guess I realised a long time ago that I’m just going to be one of those girls who has to be ok with it just being me and my battery-operated boyfriend.
Well, that’s not true, I have Jaz and Brendan, and of course, Louie, though, if I keep forgetting to feed him, I may not have him for much longer. Maybe I should get a dog as well but I’m pretty sure that goes against my rental agreement and then I’d probably forget to feed him too.
“If you think he’s such a player, then give me one good reason why you couldn’t just play with him back. Clearly, that’s what he wants, so what’s the harm? You use each other for a good time and move on. No one would have to know and then your job is safe.” she suggests.
“You know that’s not how I do things,” I tell her. “and besides, Logan Water’s is not the kind of guy you could just walk away from. He’s a heart breaker. He has one of those cocky, sexy smiles that just draws you in and if I let myself go there, I’m going to end up hurt, so, no thanks. I’m good.”
She rolls her eyes. “What’s he look like?” she asks.
Finding it physically impossible to describe him well enough to do him justice, I grab my phone and google him. A grin rips across my face as I recall our conversation from earlier today. He hadn’t wanted me to google him yet here I am and I must say, I was right, there must be hundreds of pictures of Logan with a different woman in each.
I hold my phone out to Jaz to show her. “Holy shit,” she shrieks.
“Holy shit,” Louie repeats.
“If you’re not going to screw him, then I will,” Jaz says as she grabs my phone and starts zooming in on the photos. “Fuck, I would do anything to be in your position right now. That man would have had me bent over the massage table within two minutes of the appointment. You must have some serious will power.”
I roll my eyes but my comment is cut off by Louie’s foul-mouth. “Holy shit,” he repeats again.
“Shut up, you little bastard,” I call out.
Damn it. I cringe knowing the error of my ways. I’ve just added fuel to the fire. “Little bastard, little bastard,” he starts repeating.
Jaz looks over the back of the couch to admire my foul-mouthed bird. “That bird is fucking awesome,” she sighs. “If you ever get sick of his twisted ways, I’ll be happy to take him off your hands.”
I roll my eyes before snatching my phone back from her and looking at the photos once again. He truly is breath taking. “The fucker is a jerk, but he’s my jerk,” I say, referring to Louie.
“Why was your day so shit?” I ask as a knock sounds at the door. I get up and find a teenage, pimply pizza man and begin riffling through my bag for some money.
With the pizza box in hand, I head back to the lounge, passing by Louie’s cage to let him out. He instantly flies over to the couch and makes a home out the backrest.
“I had the tiny tots dance class this afternoon and the assistant dance teacher called in sick. We were doing choreography with a full class of twenty kinds who were all exhausted and whingy. It was literally hell on earth, I usually enjoy the tots class but today I couldn’t wait to send them home,” she practically cries. “I swear, I had the biggest headache. I mean, I love kids but days like today makes me want to never have them.”
“Geez,” I cringe. “I’ll definitely take rubbing up the sexy hockey players over that shit,” I laugh.
“It’s so not funny,” she sulks. “I had my adult’s class after, so at least that gave me a chance to relax but I have to say, wine, pizza, and Louie are going a long way to fix it all.”
I hold up my glass to her. “Cheers to that,” I say as she brings up her own to clink against mine.
An hour later, we have annihilated the bottle and made the sensible decision of leaving the second bottle for Saturday night.
After Jaz leaves for the night, I go about my night-time ritual of locking up Louie and pulling his blanket over his cage. I head into the kitchen and clean up from dinner before climbing into bed and finding a message from Brendan on my phone.
Brendan – How was your first day?
With a smile, I get comfortable and hit reply.
Elle – Amazing. A few awkward moments with the Captains junk but otherwise, I absolutely loved it.
Brendan – What the hell are you doing getting close to the Captains junk?
Elle – long story.
Brendan – Is this Logan Waters? Stay away from him, he has a reputation.
Damn it. I forgot how closely he followed the NHL. I shouldn’t have said anything, now he isn’t going to stop bugging me about it.
Elle – Hey! I’m the older sibling here, I’m supposed to be warning you off girls, not the other way around.
Brendan – Tough shit. You’re all I got. Deal with it.
I roll my eyes as I picture him saying that.
Elle – fine, but don’t stress. There’s nothing to worry about with Logan. I’m not stupid enough to fall for his charms.
Brendan – Yes, you are.
Elle – You’re a loser! Night Bren.
Brendan – Night.
With that, I plug my phone into the charger and place it on the bedside table as thoughts of Logan start creeping into my head. Shit. I need to stop thinking about him.
I. am. Not. Interested.
Holy cow. I’m so interested.
I‘m screwed and not in the good way. I have never been so affected by a man before and why does it have to be a man like Logan? One I can’t possibly avoid. Come the start of the training season, he’s going to be at the arena every single day, in and out of physio all the time, making me clench my thighs together while pretending there isn’t an itch I really, desperately want him to scratch.
My job is too important.
But seriously, that body. Far out. I only saw the bottom half which was mind-blowing, not to mention the size of his… shit. No. I must not think about that.
I swear, a body like his only comes from a life time of training. His muscles were like rock, so defined and hard. The second I touched him, I freaking melted. I can’t wait to see the top half.
No. No. No. I have absolutely no reason to be seeing the top half. Though, it’s bound to happen at some point, right? And when it does, I’ll be ready to take a mental image.
Before I even know what’s happening, I find myself reaching under my bed and feeling around for that battery-operated friend. My eyes close as
images of Logan swirl around my mind. My hand travels down and I slide my underwear down my legs.
I’ve never done this while thinking about someone before but I have to admit, it makes it that much better. I can almost imagine it’s real.
I know thinking about him while doing this is going to make it that much harder to get him out of my head but I can’t help it. I’m too far gone and this feels too damn good to stop.
I finish on a scream and I realise Jaz was right, I definitely need a good pounding but at least that should hold me off for a little while. Hopefully.
Chapter 5
Logan
“Hey,” I call as I struggle to walk into my family home with these damn crutches. “Anyone home?” Jax and Cassie have been living here since they graduated college a few months ago and I must admit, I’m so happy to see this house getting used again.
When my parents were alive, this place was always filled with life but the past few years, it’s been a ghost town. But now that we’ve got Cass back from New York and they’ve graduated. It’s all theirs.
Well, for now, at least. Jax wants to build Cass a home to have something to call their own but I don’t see the point, especially when this place is available, but I guess I understand their reasoning, after all, Jax’s parents live next door and while it’s a bit of a trek to get there, it’s still a sore point.
“We’re in the kitchen,” Cass calls from inside and I’m glad she’s finally learned to say what part of the house she’s in. After all, the place is a fucking mansion and while I don’t mind the exercise, I would have been walking around for ages trying to find her and as I can’t seem to get the hang of these damn crutches, that really isn’t something I want to be doing.
I finally make it to the kitchen only to find Cassie and Brianna with flour all over them and the rest of the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing?” I question.
“We’re make apple pie,” Cassie says, extremely proud of herself. “Do you want some?”
I look around at the state of the kitchen. Apple peelings are scattered everywhere, mostly on the floor. Flour and sugar is covering the bench and to be honest, it kind of looks sticky. I head over to the oven and have a look inside but the smell that comes out definitely doesn’t smell like apple pie. “Ah… I might pass,” I say with a disgusted cringe.
“What’s that look for?” Bri questions.
“Because it looks and smells like an apple pie massacre happened in here,” I tell them.
“What?” Cass says. “It does not.”
“Yeah, it does,” I confirm.
At that, a familiar sulk sets itself across my little sister’s face. “Whatever,” she says. “It’s not for you anyway.”
“Thank God for that,” I grin.
“Shut up,” she says with an eye roll as they continue to do whatever they hell they’re trying to accomplish.
“Did you go to physio?” Cass asks as she takes a pile of dishes to the sink and drops them in the water, making half the water over flow and spill out onto the floor. “Shit,” she shrieks as she races around, searching for a towel.
“Yeah,” I respond.
“And…?” she prompts.
“It was fine.”
“For fuck’s sake, Logan. You’ve got to give me a little more than that.” Cassie whines as she drops to her hands and knees to start soaking up the water.
With that, a smile cuts across my face and I let out an amused breath. “Dave, the senior therapist wasn’t there, so I got the new chick,” I tell her.
“Oh,” she says with disappointment. “Did she know what she was doing? Cause if she didn’t, she could have caused more damage.”
“Relax,” I say as a flood of memories of Elle come rushing back and I try my hardest to mask it. “She was really good. It hurt like a freaking bitch, though.”
“Yeah, that will get better as it heals,” Cass says bringing out her ‘I know what I’m talking about’ voice.
“It’s not my first rodeo,” I remind her. “I have to go back twice a week if I expect to be up and ready for the start of season.”
“That’s expected,” she replies as a thought occurs to me.
“Hey, the physio said she was fresh out of college, so you might know her.”
At that, Cass gets up off the floor to face me with a curious, raised eyebrow. “I guess. Depends what university she went to. What’s her name?”
“Elle. I’m not sure of her last name.”
Cassie’s eyebrows crease as she thinks back. “There was this one girl in my class. I’m pretty sure her name was Elle. Like, super pretty. Petite and blonde, has big blue eyes?”
“Yeah,” I say, sitting up a little straighter. “That’s her.”
“Hold on,” Bri says, looking at me funny. “You’re way too interested in this. Have you got the hots for your physio?”
I roll my eyes as I look away from her and back to Cass. “What do you know about her?”
Cass shrugs her shoulders before checking on her failed apple pie. “Not much. I didn’t really know her. She generally kept to herself. People said she was shy but I think she just didn’t want to deal with other people’s bullshit.”
Hmm… that sounds about right. She sure didn’t put up with my bullshit.
“But Bri’s right,” Cass continues. “You never ask questions about girls. You usually couldn’t give two shits about them. Why’s this one special?”
“I don’t know,” I grunt. “There’s just something… different about her. I can’t put my finger on it, but I need to figure her out.”
Cass gives me a knowing smirk, like as if I’ve fallen madly in love with the girl, but she couldn’t be more wrong. I just want to know her, take her out and head back to my place. Once I’ve done that, I’ll move on. Though, maybe I won’t. I don’t know.
All I know is that the second I walked out of that appointment yesterday, I was dying to turn right back around and demand she doesn’t take no as an answer.
“Well, if it helps,” Cass says. “A friend of mine was partnered with her for an assignment and apparently she hasn’t had it easy.”
My eyebrows instantly crease. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, she wouldn’t talk about it with her but I get the feeling it’s bad. I think she’s had it rough but seems like she’s coming out the other end, especially if she’s got that position. It can only be up for her.”
Cassie’s words have me more curious than I have the right to be. Why should it matter to me what this girl has been through? I only met her yesterday yet here I am practically drooling over every word that my sister has to say about her.
What does she mean she thinks Elle has had it rough? Countless of possibilities swarm through my mind. Does she come from a bad family? Has someone treated her wrong? Put her down? Maybe she’s been in a bad relationship? That would make sense why she instantly pushed me away. That’s got to be it. She’s had a shitty boyfriend who treated her badly. I’m sure of it.
She said she was working a lot until now, so she probably has student loans and rent to pay which tells me she probably has her own place and now she’s finished Uni and has a great job, things must be getting better for her.
I’m comforted by my inner thoughts, though, who knows if I’m even on the right train of thought. But again, it shouldn’t matter to me, so I can’t understand why it does and why Cassie’s conclusion of her has me so wound up.
Whatever it is. I need to figure it out.
Brianna is definitely right. I most certainly have the hots for my physio.
Shit.
“You got her number?” I ask on impulse.
Cass raises her eyebrows at me with yet another smug look. “No, but even if I did, I wouldn’t be giving it to you,” she tells me.
“What?” I ask, “Why the hell not?”
“Because if you want to win this girl over, I’m not going to let you do it by being some creepy stalker. You
need a little more class than that.”
Damn it. She’s right.
“You know I wasn’t made for class,” I remind her.
“I know,” she laughs. “You were made for one-night-stands, just like Carter.”
“Hey,” Brianna scolds. “I resent that. Carter’s been a good boy since meeting me,”
“True,” Cass says. “I still don’t know how you did it.”
Ha,” I scoff. “It’s pretty simple math,” I explain to the girls as they both look to me with questioning gazes. “Brianna must have some pretty kinky moves in the bedroom or he would have been out the door months ago.”
“It’s true,” Brianna muses. “But I like to think I have a few more appealing qualities than that.”
I shrug my shoulders, teasing Bri, “Yeah… I don’t know about that.”
At that, she grabs a handful of flour and sloppy, left-over apples and launches them across the kitchen at me. I try my hardest to avoid being hit but my injury keeps me from going far.
“What the fuck happened to the kitchen?” Jax asks looking horrified as he comes in through the side door.
Cassie throws her arms around him and gives him a quick peck on the lips. “We’re cooking,” she announces proudly. “Do you want some?”
Knowing her cooking skills are as shit as they come, Jax looks over her shoulder to me with a question in his eyes. I shake my head ever so slightly before he looks back to my sister. “Sorry, babe. I just ate. Maybe later,” he tells her.
With that, she unwinds herself from Jax and continues attempting to clean up the kitchen with Brianna while Jax crosses the kitchen to join me at the table. “How’s your dick, man?”
“Better than ever,” I grin. “I’m flattered you care about it so much. You jealous you’ve never had a turn?”
“Oh yeah,” he laughs as he scoots closer to me and puts his arm around my shoulder. “Is that an invitation?”
“Ugh,” Cass groans. “I’m sure you’re not missing much.”
“Well…,” Brianna says. “If he gets down the same way Carter does, then yeah, you’re definitely missing out.”
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