by Dakota Lee
I was up late last night in the studio. I stretch my legs out, preparing to nap, since I've sat through this speech last year, and the year before. My knee bumps hers, and I pull it away, not wanting to crowd her. She shifts her leg, letting it touch mine again.
Well, that's interesting. She's initiating contact. I drop my hand, letting my fingers casually graze her leg where we touch. A shiver runs through her when my hand grazes her inner thigh, but she doesn't tell me to stop. I close my eyes again, but I'm unable to sleep, thoughts running through my head about what her acceptance of my touch means.
The meeting ends, and I stay in my seat, watching her slowly gather her things. There's something on her mind, but it looks like she's struggling with how to say it.
My guess is she's gearing up to brush me off again. It's becoming a habit with her. She lets me touch her, then freaks out about it. Today, I'll just skip the tirade. "I'm sorry, I-"
"Are you free for dinner?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, I can't take you to a fancy restaurant or anything, but I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for dinner."
"To go over our paper?"
"Uh, no." She chews on that delectable bottom lip. "Just to hang out. With me."
"Jordy are you asking me on a date?"
She slips her bag over her shoulder, shaking her head. "No. I'm asking you to hang out with me, without all your friends."
It's cute how she phrases it. "Sure, I'd love to go on a da-" I pause when her eyes snap to mine. She really doesn't want to call it what it is, and I don't want her to take back her offer. "I'd love to hang out with you."
"Cool. Around six?"
She jogs down the steps, leaving me gaping after her. We eat together, sometimes, but I usually have to drag her to my table. Now here she is saying she wants to spend time with me. Alone. Looks like Jordanna's finally coming around.
We've hung out all week, and I'm sitting on Jordy's bed listening to her tell her mother about her plans for this weekend. "Oh, nothing much. Kassidy and I might watch a movie or something."
There's a party at Hale House, and Kassidy hasn't mentioned that she's coming, even though I know she got the invite. She's Jordanna's lifeline at those things. Time to cut the strings.
When she ends the call, I casually mention it. "You know there's a party at Hale House, you should go."
"I don't know. Kassidy has plans, so I'd be there alone. I think I'm gonna just sit this one out. Get some work done."
"You wouldn't be alone. I'll be there.”
"You'll be holding court with your friends, same as always."
"Come on Jordy, I wouldn't leave you to fend for yourself. You could sit with me. Next to me. On my lap."
Her gaze darts to my legs, quickly swinging upright again. My zipper is digging into me, because with just one innocent look from her, I'm hard.
"Would you like to sit on my lap, Jordy?” I ask, pulling her legs on either side of mine, making her straddle me. She squirms, trying to get away, then stills when she accidentally brushes against my stiff cock. I put my hands on her hips. "Do that again."
I release a long hiss when she shifts against me. "I'm gonna kiss you, and you keep moving, just like this."
I don't give her time to think about it, fusing our lips together, holding her against me. When she tries to resist, I rock her against me, assaulting her mouth while keeping her moving back and forth in a steady pace.
Her hands reach up, threading through my hair as she grinds against the ridge in my pants, as desperate for the friction as I am. Our kisses become rougher, harder. She moans into my mouth, making my cock jump.
Fuck, this make-out session is getting away from me fast, but I can't do anything to slow it down. I don't want to slow it down. What I want is her underneath me, legs on my shoulders as I pound into her.
Her head falls back as she rocks against me. Mewling and panting. "That's it, sweetheart."
I slip my hand under her shirt, dragging her bra down, testing the weight of her breast in my hand.
"Agh." She groans, arching her back, pushing her tits into my hands.
"Mmm. You like that?" I ask, dragging the pad of my thumb across her nipple.
I tsk at her silent nod. "Say the words, Jordy. Tell me you like it."
I do it again and move my other hand from her hip to her hair. Gripping her ponytail, exposing her neck even more.
"I like it." She pants, digging her nails into my shoulders.
I flip her onto her back, yanking her pants and panties down in one fluid motion. Getting my first real look at her. Her dark tendrils are damp, and I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to wrestle control over this dangerous need coursing through me. If I'm not careful, I'll hurt her and she'll never give herself over to me.
I swipe my thumb through her folds. Enjoying the site of her shifting her hips for my touch. "Jordy?"
"Hm."
"Will you hang out at the party with me?"
I give no warning. No flowery words. Or time for her to think about what I'm doing, burying my face between her legs, latching onto her clit. Her back bows off the bed as she grips my hair. I'm unrelenting, licking and sucking her tightly wound bundle of nerves. I lift my head, giving her a small reprieve. "What's your answer Jordy?"
Before she can catch her breath and speak, I dive back in. I know what I'm doing to her. She wants to fight me. Fight it, and refuse my request, but I won't let her. Not today. I add two fingers, the way she likes, feasting on her pussy, as if it's a five star catered meal.
"Oh, god, Logan."
"I love hearing you call me a god, but that's not the answer I'm waiting for.”
I scrape my teeth across her thigh before latching on again. She clamps around my fingers, tugging my hair hard enough to cause pain. The discomfort only excites me even more.
"Yes, oh fuck yes. Yes. Yes."
I nuzzle her folds, kiss her inner thigh, and stroke her hip, waiting for her to float back down to earth.
Climbing to my feet, I shift my cock giving it a little more room in the confines of my jeans, before placing a quick kiss against her lips. "See you at the party."
Chapter Thirty-Nine
"I didn't think you were coming." Tobias says handing me an empty cup.
"Neither did I, but here I am." I scan the room knowing tonight won't be any different from any other night. "I'm still not sure why."
A small voice in my head reminds me about Logan's head between my legs, asking me to show up. Oh yeah, that's why.
"Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad you came." He says, pouring vodka and sprite in my cup. "I feel like we never see each other outside of class."
"That's because I'm usually off somewhere painting or in my room studying."
"Or with Logan."
"Um. No. Logan and I are just research partners. We're not together or anything like that, and I talked to him about that whole stay away from me thing. Logan has no say over my social life, whatsoever."
"So, you're not dating?"
"Nope."
"Does he know that?" He points at something over my shoulder. "Because he looks like he's ready to put his fist through a wall and all I'm doing is talking to you."
"You see those girls over there?” I ask referring to the harem he seems to amass wherever he goes. “Logan isn't paying me any attention."
I motion towards the living room. "Well, I'm here, might as well go pretend to have a good time."
Tobias slips his arm around my waist, steering me through the crowd. "Oh, I'll make sure you do."
Will, Tobias and I are in the corner watching the beer pong game, laughing at how many times Xander misses, even though he insists he can see without his glasses on. Tobias is sitting in a chair and I'm squeezed into a small corner of it. Will is on the floor, his back resting against my knee.
Xander misses again, and Will turns his face towards my leg to hide his laugh.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Logan asks, stepping in front of the table blocking our view of the game.
"Watching a riveting game of beer pong." I point to the table and shrug my shoulder.
"I wasn't talking to you," He snarls, glaring down at Will.
"Jordanna, now might be a good time to tell him what you told me." I don't miss the smirk Tobias is trying to hide behind his beer.
I scrunch up my face as if trying to remember our conversation. "Oh, you mean the part where I said Logan doesn't control who I spend time with."
"Yup. That'd be it."
Logan looks down, turning his displeasure onto me. "Excuse me?"
"I told you, the protective act isn't necessary. I'm fine and can make my own choices about my friends."
"They don't wanna be your friends, Jordy." His eyes flick to Will. "They wanna fuck you."
My ears burn, because I know we're drawing attention away from the game, and once again the focus is on my inexperience. "And when did that become any of your business?"
"Oh, I don't know. Around the time we started dating."
"We're not dating."
I can't be sure, but I feel like the music has come to a screeching halt. He steps closer, narrowing his eyes at me. "What did you say?"
I stand, refusing to let him intimidate me. "I said, We’re. Not. Dating."
Logan's hands grip my shoulders, digging hard enough to leave fingerprints. "I told you at the club that you're mine."
I chalked that up to too many drinks and a slip of the tongue because Logan says barbaric shit all the time. I dig my nails into his hand, trying to get him off of me. "Let go of me Logan.”
He releases me, and I step around him.
"Get back here, Jordanna."
I can finally breathe when I'm outside. The only time I'm comfortable being the center of attention is when it has to do with my work. But when it comes to my personal life, I always feel like ants are crawling up my skin and I can't breathe.
"Jordanna, I said, get the fuck back here."
"I don't know what you're used to, in your friendships, Logan. Scratch that, yeah I do, but I'm not one of your minions. I don't take orders from you, and I don't belong to you. I'm not yours."
"Is that what you were telling yourself three nights ago when I had my head between your legs? That we're friends? Cause baby, you weren't pushing my face into your pussy like you wanted to braid each other's hair or swap secrets about boys."
And there it is. The asshole emerges. Every. Fucking. Time. "Well, don't worry Logan, I won't let you anywhere near me or my pussy again."
"I'll give you one chance to amend that statement."
I grind my molars together and grit through clenched teeth. "Never. Again."
Jordanna walks into the cafe and damn near crashes into a table when she sees I’m not alone. She said she wasn't mine, and that I won't ever touch her again. We'll see how strong her resolve is.
"I thought we were working on our paper." Her gaze flicks to Shauna, who's pressing her tits against my side.
"We are."
"And who are these? Your stenographers?"
"They're my friends." I make sure she picks up on the extra emphasis I've placed on the word.
"Maybe we should do this another time."
"Nah, this is the only time I have available. My friends and I have plans right after. Right, ladies?"
Shauna nods and her friend whose name I don't even remember kisses my cheek. I point to the chair with the wobbly leg. It's the only place Jordanna can sit, because Shauna, her friend and I are taking up all the space in the booth.
I know from her vantage point, Jordanna can see everything these two are doing to me above, and probably below the table.
I have to give her credit though. She sits there acting all professional and shit, as we work through our project. The only sign that she's affected is when Shauna goes to kiss me on the lips. I turn just in time, so she only catches the corner of my mouth. There's no way in hell I'm swapping spit with her.
The friend, whose name turns out to be Blair, likes to get handsy. She's groping my cock, looking like she just won the lottery, because it's stiff. It's not for you, sweetheart. It's for the pissed off woman across from me. I'm imagining her on her knees under this table, punishing her for saying she's not mine.
"I can't wait to feel this." Blair whisper yells against my ear. She's not subtle. Why would she be? No one would bat an eye if she pulled my dick out right here. I have a reputation of letting girls suck me off where other people can see.
"God, have a little respect for yourself." Jordy mumbles.
Shauna straightens, whipping around to confront Jordanna. "Excuse me, charity?"
"Shauna, you've been throwing yourself at Logan since the first day of school. He hasn't done you by now, so maybe you should move on."
"And what, you think he wants you after you dismissed him in front of everyone? You blew it charity, Logan doesn't give second chances."
She's right. I don't. But as far as I'm concerned, until I win this bet, Jordy and I are still on her first chance. I remain silent, pretending to be indifferent about their argument. Blair's hands are now under my shirt, her talons scraping across my stomach.
"You like that?" She asks when I flinch. She didn't do anything spectacular. The move was reflexive when she dug her nail into my navel. Who the hell thinks these pointy ass claws are attractive?
"Are you almost done with your homework or whatever charity? Logan has promised to take us to his special place."
Jordanna's head pops up and if looks could kill, the two ladies beside me would disintegrate into thin air. There's a shake to her hands when she shoves her books back into her bag.
"Yup. I'm done."
I'm up to my elbows in metal when a knock sounds at the door. I'd ignore it, but I need to know if it's the neighbors or the super coming to warn me about a gas leak, before I light up my torch and blow us all to kingdom come.
"You're a liar." Jordanna spats from the hallway. "A misogynistic liar."
"Well, hello to you to."
"Don't 'hello' me, you ass."
I pull her inside and close the door. This isn't the place to make a scene. "What the hell have I lied to you about?"
"You said you never brought girls here."
"I don't."
"Really? What other special place did you need to show Shauna and Blair."
She's pissed because she thinks I shared this place with them. Yet she says we're not dating. Jordanna's so fucking jealous right now. I just need to push her a little more.
"Why do you care what I do with my friends? You said I have no say in what you do with yours, what makes you think you can comment on mine?"
"Because I'm not a liar. How could you bring them here? The one place I felt like I could be free of judgement. You ruined it."
"I never lied to you, Jordanna. I don't bring women here. You and Tabby are the only ones who know where this place is, and why do you care if I've suddenly changed my mind about that?
We're not together, right? That's what you said at the party. I get it. You used me to satisfy an itch. I do that shit all the time, so tell me what the fuck are all the hysterics about?"
"I never used you. I told you how I felt. I tried to make it clear that I couldn't handle anything else yet. But you keep kissing me and touching me and then the minute I don't jump and do what you want, or say whatever you want me to say, you run off to be with two other women. Typical Logan, right?"
"If I'm so typical, why the hell am I pissed that you let Tobias and Will hang all over you? Guys who’ve built their reputation around school based on the number of trains they've run on women. You think they're just being nice? Jordanna they won't hesitate to push you into a corner and have you take it in both holes, before encouraging their buddies to tag in."
"What?" Her shoulders slump, the fight leaving her.
"That's right. They're notorious for sharing women. My warning them away from you was to
protect you. And then you go and announce in front of everyone that we're not together. They're just gonna double down on their efforts."
"So you only said those things to make them go away? You didn't mean it when you said you wanted to date me?"
"Wanted to? Jordanna, we are dating. You call it hanging out, I don't. I'm into you and you can't admit it, but you're into me too. That's why you're here, giving me shit about Shauna and Blair. Girls I don't give a fuck about."
"That's not what it looked like to me."
"Then you weren't paying attention. That was an act. I let them sit there and talk their shit so you could see how it felt."
"You let them kiss and touch all over you because you wanted to hurt me?"
"No, I wanted you to confront your feelings for me. Just be fucking honest with yourself, Jordy. There's something happening between us. Why are you fighting so hard against it?"
"Because I feel like I'm rushing things, or being reckless or dismissive of what I had with Robbie. It wasn't insignificant, you know? We were together for almost two years as a couple. Friends for much longer that that. How can I move on from him so fast, when he's still… Well, he's trying to repair the damage he's done."
I could give a shit about the ex and his fragility. He was just an obstacle to overcome to get to her. He's no longer an active player on the chessboard.
"It's not wrong for you to move on Jordanna. Any allegiance you owed him ended the moment you found him with someone else. You deserve to move on and be happy, and I'm just asking for a chance to make that happen. Don't you feel anything at all for me?"
"Yes."
"Then stop pretending you don’t.” I pull her into my arms. "Jordy, don't push me away."
She shudders, but lets me hold her. "I won't look away and excuse your behavior, Logan. I won't let you disrespect me."
"Jordanna if we're together, then it's just us. I won't be seeing anyone else."
She lets out a shaky breath, finally wrapping her arms around my middle, pressing her head against my chest. "I'm choosing to trust you, Logan. Choosing to be with you. But if you hurt me, I swear I’ll make you regret the day we ever met."