A Reputation Dark & Deadly (A Dark & Deadly Series Book 2)

by Heather C. Myers

  When they stepped out of the emergency room, the rain was back and falling hard.

  "You can't get your splint wet," Peyton told him, fumbling for her keys. They had yet to move out from under the awning.

  Logan grunted in reply.

  When Peyton had her keys and unlocked her car doors, she started running to the car. The rain hit her full on and she laughed as she pulled open the door and sat down. Logan shot her a look like she was crazy; there was no way he was going to run. Logan, instead, strolled with an unmatched swagger she had never seen before. He didn't seem to care that he was getting wet - and God, he looked good wet.

  He got in the car and Peyton couldn't help but stare at his slick hair, at his dark eyes as he looked at her, at the fact that he now noticed the look in her eyes. He clenched his jaw, swallowing. The rain was like background music, subtle but loud, and yet the sound faded into the background for both of them.

  Peyton forced herself to look away and headed back the short distance to her dorm room. Thankfully, her spot was still available and she slid into it and turned off her car. Her movements were slow. This was where they said goodbye. This was where he left and she returned to her empty room, colder then than she was now.

  She didn't want him to leave.

  "Thanks," Logan said in a gruff voice.

  Peyton nodded, buckling her seatbelt. He opened his door and stepped out into the rain. Peyton hadn't even noticed his SUV and she hoped he hadn't walked here. But she also didn't want to show too much concern for him and have it go to his head. She followed him out of the car and he walked over to her. There was a look in his eyes, a look that caused lightning to strike and her pelvis to quake and she couldn't look away from him if she tried. She barely noticed the rain, not when he was looking at her this way.

  "I don't kiss people I don't care about," he told him. His voice sounded like thunder, low and rumbling, like a warning shot in the sky.

  But Peyton didn't care. She ignored the warning and stared into his cloudy eyes, waiting. And then, he dipped his head and placed his open lips on hers. She met his with an open mouth, waiting for him to drown her in him, in this rain, and she would gladly welcome this death with open arms because she wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on hers again.

  His mouth represented freedom, his tongue represented possibility, and her pelvis throbbed with heat even though the rain pricked her skin like sharp icicles. She didn't care. His left hand grabbed her throat, resting in its usual place, and gave her a tiny little squeeze. She groaned through the kiss, the rain only enhancing the feeling she was starting to feel thrum through her body. She was heat, so hot water couldn't put her out, so hot she needed to get out of these hot clothes and melt into him to feel solid once again.

  He pushed his pelvis into her upon hearing her response to his domination over her and she could feel how hard he was against her and she wanted him. God, she wanted him more than she wanted anything, than she wanted air. She wanted to suffocate by his lips, by his mouth sucking the life out of her body.

  "Peyton," he muttered when he broke from her so they could both breathe. He was still so cool, not missing a breath at all. His voice didn't even shudder while she could barely keep up with him. "If we don't fucking stop, I'm going to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to your bedroom so I can make you fucking scream my name and everyone would be able to hear you."

  She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him with big, shy eyes. Her hair was matted to her face and because they had stopped kissing, she was starting to feel the effects of the cold on her body. She was shaking and she couldn't control herself if she tried. Instead, she nodded her head, her teeth gently nibbling on her lip, her eyes staring at him with complete trust, putting her body in his hands.

  He sucked in a breath at the look she was giving him, his eyes darkening even further with lust, and he pressed his lips together.

  Without warning, he did just as he told her he would, and with his hand, swooped her up and tossed her over his left shoulder. She could feel the rain slide down her skin, could see the drops gather at the ends of her now-dark hair and drop down in mindless patterns on the cement, disappearing into other puddles beneath his feet. His left hand gripped the backs of her thigh while his right one - still placed in that splint that was probably soaked now, not that he cared - cradled her calves, bringing them close to his chest so she was both balanced and secure before heading to the dormitory.

  When they reached her room, he turned so he could still hold Peyton while she unlocked her front door. He quickly redid the lock once they were inside before taking her to the bed, lying her down, and locking his lips to hers once more.

  It was easy to shed her wet clothing, easy to pull off his own. Despite the splint in his hand, he still didn't lose a beat, still somehow managed to stay in control. Her skin was only slightly damp, and Logan devoured every inch of it. He was gentle and slow, wanting to take his time, to memorize everything about her. He seemed to genuinely care about what pleased her and what didn't, and every time she tried to muffle her pleasure, he would urge it out of her to the point where she didn't try to hide it anymore.

  Peyton grew bold and started to touch him as well, running her fingers through the light sprinkle of hair on his chest, squeezing his arms and grabbing his back. Her mouth kissed his neck and his collarbone, his stomach and his thighs. She watched in awe as he gasped due to her caresses. She didn't realize she could have this much power over anyone, let alone a man like Logan. When she touched his member, he hissed. That, alone, inspired her to stroke him, to test out these new found superpowers. The noises he made sent arrows to her core and she fell in love with him in that moment, to see just how vulnerable he appeared.

  God, he was beautiful.

  They had a small discussion about infection and birth control. He didn't have any condoms on him and never had sex without one, but he wanted to with her. And she trusted him.

  He didn't ask her if this was what she wanted. He didn't tell her she was beautiful or tell her he was gentle and that he was honored they were sharing this moment. He trusted her enough to tell him no and she trusted him enough not to.

  When they connected, he made sure to go slow, to wait. He didn't kiss her face, didn't say anything encouraging. He simply stared at her in wonder, in awe, and then he muttered, "Jesus Christ, you're going to make me come in a few fucking pumps."

  He taught her how to touch herself while he thrusted into her, long and deep, until she splintered around him and he followed suit and Jesus, it was incredible and wonderful and no wonder people killed for this. And it was a perfect first time for her, as perfect as it could get, and when she fell asleep, she fell into his arms.

  Chapter 11

  She had sex. Peyton Hart had had sex. And her first time was with her Crim professor, Logan Jeffrey. And it was the best thing ever.

  In her entire life, Peyton had always been confident in her decision to stay abstinent until she met the right guy. She hadn't made the choice due to religion or fear but because she didn't want to treat her body like it was worthy of anyone. Her body was a prize and it could not be bought with niceties and flowers. The person she would eventually give her virginity to would be someone who deserved it, someone she cared about, someone she loved.

  Peyton swallowed, her eyes opening up to a black room with Logan's arm thrown across her waist, as if he still needed to touch her, even in his sleep. The thought made her skin flush and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. He looked beautiful when he slept. He looked beautiful all the time. She shook her head and stared back up at the plain white ceiling, her hands placed over her bare chest, over the heavy comforter that covered her body.

  She loved Logan.

  She couldn't deny it. She would only be lying to herself if she did.

  She hadn't realized it last night but now she knew. And it wasn't the endorphins that had coursed through her body as he shook her with more pleasure than sh
e had ever imagined being placed on her person. It was like she had always known this but had been blind to it until this very moment. She also knew that it didn't matter if he felt the same way about her as she did about him. Love wasn't contingent on someone else; love was love and that was all there was to it. She wasn't about to wake him up to tell him, obviously, but that didn't mean she would deny it, either.

  As much as she wanted to remain in Logan's arms and go back to sleep, she needed to wake up and shower. She slid out from his grasp and padded to her closet in order to fetch her robe and grab her shower basket. After slipping on flip flops she could wear in the shower stalls, she headed out, easing the door closed behind her. She didn't write Logan a note, hoping that on the off-chance he did wake up before she returned that he would know she hadn't actually ditched him. However, after everything that had happened last night, she doubted he would wake soon. Which was fine by her, since he needed the sleep and she needed the shower.

  As Peyton headed down to doors to the bathing facility, she detected a slight ache between her thighs. It wasn't debilitating. If anything, it was like a badge of honor, a reminder that she wasn't a virgin anymore and that Logan had been the one to take it away from her. She smiled just thinking about it, feeling foolish in her immaturity. She felt like she did when she was in high school and a senior boy knew her name and smiled at her whenever she walked by as a freshman. This was kind of the same thing, she supposed, except instead of smiling, Logan was an asshole who called her sweetheart and kissed her when he didn't kiss anyone.

  She shrugged her shoulders. It worked.

  Peyton turned on the showers and allowed the hot water to come out with envious pressure. She stood under the shower head, feeling her body relax under the heat and the soothing pressure of the water falling in beads onto her skin. The only thing she regretted about taking this shower was the fact that Logan would be washed off her flesh, but she knew such a thing was only temporary and she hoped that perhaps he would get back on her sometime today.

  She blushed just thinking about it. She wanted Logan. Again. Karla was right - he knew how to please a woman. She felt insatiable at the thought of him and couldn't help but want more. She refused to consider the fact that this might very well be temporary, that regardless of the fact that Logan had made her an exception to a few of his rules didn't mean that their relationship was anything resembling permanent. Instead, she focused on the now, on the fact that he was still asleep in her dorm, that he had spent the night when he typically disappeared afterward.

  When she finished showering, she wrapped a towel around her body and turned off the water. Her clothes for the day were hanging, waiting for her to slip back on, but an idea formed in her head and she decided to gather the clothes in her tote and keep herself wrapped up in the towel. It was too early for anyone to be awake on a Sunday anyway, and even though this dorm house was co-ed, she wasn't worried in the slightest that she might run into some guy.

  Once Peyton grabbed her stuff, she headed out of the bathing facility and into her dorm room. She nearly jumped when, after locking her door behind her, she turned to find Logan, already awake, sitting on her newly made bed. His eyes immediately darkened upon seeing Peyton in nothing but a towel, dripping wet, and he clenched his jaw as some means to control himself.

  "Anyone see you?" he asked, his voice tight and husky. Peyton shook her head and Logan stood up to his impressive height. "Good. I don't want anyone fucking seeing you in anything less than a full fucking outfit." He began to stride over to her and Peyton felt her pelvis tingle in anticipation. "Understand me, sweetheart? No one is allowed to see you this way except for me." His hand reached for her towel and he gave it a gentle tug, letting the material drop to the floor.

  Peyton gasped. The cool air nipped at her flesh and she felt completely vulnerable under Logan's instance gaze.

  "Fuck, you're a fucking work of art," he said as he stared at her. His eyes feasted on the sight of her, going up and down and over her curves. The corner of his lips curled up, causing his dimple to pop into his cheek when he noticed how hard her nipples were. His eyes continued downward, hungry and demanding to be fed, but also wanting to sit back and enjoy what he was offered.

  Without warning, he reached behind him and pulled off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor, as he stalked towards her. Shirtless, he trapped Peyton between his arms so her back was pressed against the wall, his large hands on either side of her head. She gulped. It would seem her core was stealing all the moisture from her mouth because she was getting wetter the longer his eyes roamed her body and memories started to flash from last night. Memories that caused feelings to emerge and electricity to start thrumming across her bare skin.

  He surprised her by dropping to his knees and spreading her legs slightly and placing his face in her mound. She muffled a noise as he inhaled deeply. She couldn't see him but she had a feeling his eyes were closed and he was taking his moment just to enjoy and appreciate her. His fingers traced mindless patterns on the backs of her thighs, just underneath the curve of her backside. If he hadn't been holding her up, she was absolutely certain she would have melted into a pile beneath his feet.

  Without warning, he stuck his tongue out and began to lick her slit. She let out a gasp and spread her legs even further for him. Her fingers clutched his hair and the only sound she could hear was the slurping noises coming from his mouth on her opening. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

  "So fucking delicious," he murmured against her.

  At such an awkward position, Peyton didn't think he could make her orgasm. However, she completely underestimated his abilities and tenacity because she soon started to feel the fizz and airiness starting to bubble in her core. And then, he stuck his index finger inside of her and curled it, gently caressing her most sacred spot. She couldn't stop the groan from slipping out of her mouth if she tried, and before she knew it, she shattered. He had a firm grip of her hips so he had control over her spasms and he brought her back down to earth after floating higher and higher and higher...

  "That's right, sweetheart," he said against her lips. "Come back down to me. That's right." His voice had a gentle roughness to his voice that was both soothing and thrilling at the same time.

  Once she relaxed against the wall, Logan picked her up and forced her legs around his waist.

  Peyton's eyes snapped open as her hands instinctively clutched his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. He hissed, his eyes darkening even further to the point where it was difficult for her to tell his pupil from his iris in her hazy state. Her eyes dropped from his gaze to his broad shoulders, tan just like his face, which meant when he worked out, he did so in the sun and without a shirt on. She was hit with an inexplicable amount of jealously coursing through her system at every girl that came before her, that got to see him in this way. On the other hand, she knew they couldn't compare to her, that she was different, she was special, and worrying about what came before meant nothing to them now.

  His muscles were taut, holding her up, and she ran her fingers up and down his chest, lightly scratching her nails in his salt and pepper hair, sprinkled over his narrow torso.

  God, he was beautiful.

  She needed her mouth on him in some way. She had to taste him. She lunged for his neck as his hands tried to hold her up while at the same time tried to unbutton his pants and slide them off as far as they would go. She could feel his hardness against the back of her thigh, could feel the slight moisture of precum on the tip of his member. When she reached his mouth again, Logan ensured the kiss was fierce and passionate.

  "I love the taste of you on my mouth," she murmured through the kiss.

  "Fuck," he groaned. "I didn't realize how much you liked to fuck, sweetheart."

  "I didn't either," she replied.

  "You're going to be the goddamn death of me," he said, though a smile littered his face and brought his dimples out.

  It didn't take long for him t
o adjust himself but once he aligned her up to him, he slid into her without hesitation. Because she was already slick from her orgasm, he pushed through with relative ease. He hissed, muttering things under his breath about her tightness and how wet she was. Peyton's mind didn't contemplate the fact that he wasn't wearing protection. Even though they hadn't officially confirmed what the nature of their relationship was, she trusted him. And maybe that was stupid but she did. Plus, she was on birth control so it was highly unlikely she'd be getting pregnant anytime soon.

  He pushed into her with ease, stretching her around his member like he was pulling some rubber band to see how much it could take until the band snapped. She hissed and dug her nails into his flesh, causing him to growl and snap his cock into her hard and firm. She threw her head back and knocked it against the wall behind her, her wet hair dripping on her bare flesh.

  He slid in and out of her, hard and fast. With one hand, he grabbed her hand and led it down to her core, pressing her fingers against her folds.

  "Come all over my cock and scream my fucking name," he instructed, his eyes hooded and dark and without any sense of focus except on her.

  Peyton didn't answer him except to start moving her fingers against her folds, just as he told her to. It was awkward at first, due to her position against the wall, but soon, she found the right amount of pressure and Logan never lost a step. He held her like she weighed nothing and fucked her like this was all that mattered in the world except this.

  It wasn't long after that when Peyton started to feel the beginning of her orgasm start.

  "There it is," Logan said. Peyton had no idea how he recognized it. Was it the look on her face? The way her breathing quickened? The tightening of her muscles? "Fucking take it from me. Take it from me, Peyton."