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Chapter 28

Evie

The car rumbles as it takes us to my place. The privacy window is up, and we're alone in the back.

We watch the video on my phone. We tell ourselves it's all unresolved sexual tension. All we need to do is resolve it.

That's why I straddle his hips, his hands on my thighs.

"Evie." He groans. "Torment me."

I roll my hips and his head drops to the edge of the backseat headrest. I kiss his neck and close my teeth on him.

"Fuck. Yes," he grumbles. "Like that."

"I can't mark you," I say. "Or everyone will ask questions in the locker room."

"Do I look like I fucking care? Mark me, Evie. They can ask. I don't have to tell them anything."

He forgot his jacket and tie. His shirt buttons are still open and I pull the fabric further apart— I need to get to his skin. I bite a hard clavicle, but avoid leaving long-lasting signs .

He mutters something I can't decipher. His hands push up my dress, until he catches what I've hidden underneath all night.

"Garters?" He asks, his voice rough. "Why?"

"They make me feel good."

He kisses my neck, then speaks directly to my ear. "They make me feel good, too."

"And just in case we ended up like this— I thought you might appreciate it."

"I appreciate it. So much. You have no idea."

The silky fabric of my skirt sits scrunched up around my waist. His fingers trace the clasps, suspenders, and detour into the territory of my underwear.

He takes a deep breath. "I can smell you getting wet."

"Holy shit."

"It's a good thing. A mind-altering thing."

It's clear on his face. His rapid breathing. The awed tone of his voice.

I nibble on his earlobe. Bite a tad too hard in punishment. "What does it make you want to do to me?"

His hands make paths up my body. The structured bodice keeps everything in place, but it robs me of his touch. I dry hump him in retaliation. He's hard as a rock against me, despite the layers of clothing separating us.

"Fuck, Evie. I want to use my muscles on you again, just like we did that night. It has never been as good as it was that night with you. I want that again."

"Tell me. Torment me, too. Promise me more of it."

"I want to have my way with you." His fingers trace the neckline of the dress. "Make sure you bend to my will. And I want you pushing back, like you're arguing with me about this, too."

I continue driving us wild with the movement of my hips. His fingertips caress my skin, digging deeper into the stretch of soft flesh up my chest, and past the ghost of my collar bones.

He wraps a hand around my neck. "I want you to let me test your limits, so we discover the edges of what we like— together. I want you to demand things of me, like how far we'll go. Tell me exactly what you want from me. Be vocal about all of it."

I pant. I seek friction, needing his cock pushing against me.

"Don't tell me you want me unless you do," he says. "Don't tell me to keep going unless you mean it. Any sign you're not loving every second of it— the tussling and the words and all of it— all of me— I'll stop, Evie."

I bite my lip. My hands end up on his shoulders, and I dig into the hard muscles there.

He squeezes my neck tighter. "When you push back— I need to see fire in your eyes. When you scratch me and bite me— I need to know it's because you need me to pay for how good I'm making you feel."

"I'll make you pay."

"The moment that changes— I'll tear myself away, no questions asked." He kisses me. "I'm not interested in real pain or in your submission. I want to learn how far you'll fight with me in bed, and how much you'll love my strength when we're enjoying each other's bodies. What I want— What I need is to know how long it takes for your body to sweeten under my hands."

A knock on the window freezes us.

"Shit." He squeezes his eyes shut.

The car is not rumbling anymore.

I look out the window. "We're at my place."

The driver stands next to the vehicle, giving us his back and the privacy we need. Chances are he didn't see much, since the windows are tinted, but it doesn't take a genius to guess why we wanted to conceal our activities.

Did he hear us? I'm not sure how much I care, not here in the car. But outside…

Logan groans and pushes me to the side. It's a small sign of everything he'd been promising just a minute earlier. He digs a hand into a pocket and pulls out his wallet.

"A big tip should help," he mumbles .

He gets out of the car, gives the driver a few bills I don't see, then helps me out of the vehicle. His erection can't be hidden, but he doesn't seem too concerned.

As soon as we're in the elevator, he's on me again. He kisses me. His lips trail down my neck.

"What if there's a camera in the elevator?" I manage. "My neighbor… he… aaahh."

"Can't speak, my Evie?"

I take a deep breath, fighting to keep my thoughts coherent. It's a hard task, when I'd much rather focus on the way his hands grab my hips, then my thighs.

"Fuck," I say and try again. "My neighbor— he posted on social media about seeing you here. People in the building are… aaahh... well."

"Mmhhh. Keep trying."

I shudder. "They're on high alert."

"I don't give a fuck."

We reach my floor. I'm trying to rescue my keys from the tiny purse I carried all night, barely big enough for my phone and a couple of minimal needs like ID and credit card, just in case. It's strenuous work, when Logan is at my back, mouth hot on my neck and hands all over my body.

"Damn, you're desperate," I say.

He doesn't respond with words, but turns me around with firm hands on my hips. His kiss is hard and demanding, this time. We're back in the bar, close to dry humping in the hall. I melt against my door, but he keeps me standing with the weight of his body, and one of his hands up my dress and around my thigh.

"Logan— my neighbors. They will see."

"Let them."

"Logan." I push back from his shoulders.

He lets himself be pushed back, and stares at me with a feline smile in response.

He's a panther on the prowl. A hawk knowing he found his next meal.

"Yeah, like that." He presses me against my door again. "Match me."

"Mark me— where people can't see. "

"You'll carry the medals of our time together under your clothes?"

"Every day, for as long as we're into it."

"Open the door and I'll show you where I'll mark you."

We get inside, I slam the door closed by accident, and he pushes me against the wall. The kiss is immediately intense. He trails it down my body, hands hard on me.

He kneels. "Hold this."

He pushes the fabric of my skirt up and I fill my hands with it.

"Fuck, these are sexy." He bites on a garter suspender and pulls it.

He releases it and it slaps my skin.

He pokes forward with his nose. "I don't need to touch you to know how wet you are."

He trails fingers above the silk of my underwear.

"I didn't buy any of this for you." He pulls the strip to the side. "I could tear it."

"Don't."

"Mmhh."

With a firm hand, he lifts my leg. My knee bends at his shoulder. He rubs his face to my thigh and gives it a little bite. Sucks on it. It's the first mark he's leaving on me.

I'm panting. I run my fingers through his luscious hair a few times, as he soothes the patch of skin with his tongue. I grab a firm handful of black locks and pull him toward my pussy.

"Ah." It's a short, dry complaint to the way I'm handling him, but a small smile tells me he likes it. "Of course."

He kisses me over the silk for a few languid seconds. Soon, he pushes my underwear aside, and sets to explore my labia with his tongue.

I moan. He works me with his mouth until I'm about to buckle and fall to the floor. My eyes close and my head lands hard on the wall. His tongue makes insistent passes on me, teasing my clit until I'm gasping for air .

It's too much. I pull from his hair again and make him stand. The gesture has him letting out a complaining sound, but he follows my direction. It's powerful, this sense that I can be rough with him too, and he'll allow it. That he'll enjoy it. I demand a kiss and he takes over my mouth. My taste is on him.

I twist and turn and push him back on the wall. A gust of air leaves him from the impact.

"Fuck. Evie—"

I kiss him again. His hands search the bodice.

"Where the fuck is the zipper?" he asks. "I need more of you."

I take a step back and find the secret tab on the side. I take another step back as I slide it down, another.

"Come find it," I say and turn to give him my back as I walk to my room.

His chuckle is dark.

I'm by the side of my bed, lights on, by the time he reaches me. Still fully dressed, he maneuvers me down to the bed with strong hands. I have no choice but to follow his demands, this time.

Logan goes back to his feet, but leaves me on my back.

He pulls from my dress until it's off me. "We're keeping the garters. And the shoes."

Everything but the garter set is something he gifted me, and he looks at it all with a tiny curl to his lips.

"Undress, Logan." My voice is firm, fueled by the furnace I carry inside.

He smirks and comes back to me in bed. "Not if you're not going to help me."

"Fuck."

I pull his shirt open, with no concern for anything but getting my hands on him. Buttons fall like rain on me. I push the fabric away until it's over his shoulders and I can't move it down his arms any longer.

"Shit." He crushes me under his weight for a few seconds while he takes the rest of it off.

"Oomph. You're too heavy. "

"You'll take so much more from me." But he puts his weight on his elbows, and uses the new angle to play with my breasts with his mouth.

He kisses my ink. Licks it. Kisses it again. "Somehow— I think I missed this tattoo."

My nails dig into his shoulders. He moans, and the reverberation travels through to my skin. It's not long before he stands up.

He undoes the button of his pants. "Condoms?"

His torso is chiseled, with a definition I remembered through the years. Wide shoulders and a narrow waist, that I can't wait to have in my hands again. Years have sharpened the edges, and he somehow looks even better than he did back then.

I lick my bottom lip. "In the closet behind you."

He finds the box, throws a strip on the bed, and takes off his pants. "Turn around."

"Make me."

He scoffs, like a part of him is surprised at the challenge. The way his eyes glint tell me he liked it, too.

He climbs on top of me, keeping himself high so his body cages me. "Say that again."

"Make me."

The wrinkle between his brows is intense, as are his eyes. He has no trouble keeping himself up with just one hand.

He takes my face with hard fingers, and squeezes just tight enough my mouth parts. "Say that you want me to prove I can handle you."

"Prove you can handle me and I might say whatever you want me to say."

"Evie." My name comes out through his clenched jaw.

He sits back but I don't get to see much of it. He grabs me from the arms and forces me face down. Next thing I know, he's biting my shoulder, then kissing down my spine. I buckle, and he keeps me in place with firm hands on my shoulders .

The sensations burn, somehow intense enough to feel like pain, but so entwined with pleasure I'm moaning and grabbing the comforter in my hands. My back is more sensitive than I ever knew, and I'm about to beg for a reprieve.

"I'd fuck you like this," he says. "Buckling like you're in need of training."

"Do it," I say.

"I'd bury myself in you, and let you ride my cock like that." He bites my ass.

"Logan. Do it."

He bites the roll of my hip. "You'll have to beg for it next time."

"I won't beg," I say, even if I almost broke just a few seconds earlier.

His chuckle is dark again. His touch leaves me all at once.

I groan. "What are you doing?"

It sounds like a complaint— it is. I turn and see him rolling a condom on. Before I can decide what I want to do, he pulls me from my legs, turns me so I'm on my back again, and brings me to the edge of the bed.

I dig one of my heels into his shoulder and force him to stop. "Logan King."

From outside, it might look like we're not on the same page. Here, in my room, with the way he gazes at me, and the way my body responds to him, we're writing the same book.

He straightens. "Evie Moreno."

I study him. Damn, but his whole body is glorious. His thick legs, shapely shoulders, and the longish hair I want to pull at again. His eyes look hazel in the yellow light of my bedroom, and his white skin tan all over. His cock juts forward, impressive and tempting.

He wraps his long fingers around my ankles but waits.

"Did you think of me all these years?" I ask.

His hand becomes a vise. He brings my ankle closer to his face, and kisses the soft patch of hosiery next to him. His eyes remain on me.

"You would come to me out of the blue." His kisses trek up my leg, a slow progress designed to torment me.

His hand caresses my stocking-covered skin. It lights me up .

I dig my free heel on his thigh. He groans.

"Evie. Whenever someone asked me about winning the college championship— I would think of you in your college's colors."

He steps close to my ass, half-hanging from the mattress. His cock rests on the juncture between my legs. With slow movements, he grabs my other leg and brings it up so my legs are together, ankles on his shoulder. His erection is now trapped between my thighs, hot and pulsing.

He moves back and forth, slow at first. His cock slides with mild friction over the silk of my lingerie.

"Sometimes," he says, "I'd be in the middle of a game, sitting on the fucking bench and itching to get on the field." He closes his eyes, like he needs to focus to bring the memory back. "With no warning, I'd be back in that dorm with you. I would wonder what your name was, where you lived."

His movements grow faster. My need for him grows, my insides calling for him to fill me.

"But my favorites…" He releases my legs, lets them fall wide open, and drops low to kiss me. "My favorites were when you'd show up while I used my hand on my cock."

He stays close to me, holding his weight on one hand, while the other snakes between us to move the strip of silk separating us aside.

He uses the side of his large hand, even the knuckle of his thumb to rub my clit. "I would imagine something like this. Me getting to touch you like this again, getting you ready for my cock."

"Do it, Logan."

"Mhh. You're wet."

"Come on. Fill me up. Stretch me." I don't care that I sound a bit desperate. I am.

"And the need in your voice…"

I'm writhing, trying to break him. "I'll get my dildo and do it myself if you don't hurry up. "

"You think that's a threat?" He keeps using his hand on me, and I moan. "I'd love to watch."

He's thrusting on nothing, his cock rubbing against my thigh. I pretend I'm reaching for my bedside table. He lets out a dry chuckle, pushes me onto my back, and enters me at once.

He groans. I whimper.

"Me first," he manages through grinding teeth. "I'm going to make you come first. Before we do anything else."

He pumps in and out of me in a powerful rhythm. My arms flail as I seek purchase on the bed. He grabs me from the soft flesh on my hips to keep me in place.

"You like that?" He rasps.

"You're not going to make me come," I say.

Our eyes lock. He doesn't stop thrusting, sensitizing every nerve ending.

"The fuck I'm not," he says.

"I never let anyone make me come." I grab the comforter hard with one hand, and slide the other to the point we meet.

"Fuck. Evie."

I tease him and me in the same move, to end on my clit rubbing circles.

"It's a point of pride." My voice trembles. It reveals how good this all feels, with his cock inside and my hand on myself. "I do this for myself, too."

His hands grab me harder, his fingers digging into my flesh. I know he'll leave bruises, but I don't complain. Waves of pleasure coalesce in my lower belly, when he lifts me and holds me up, using his big quarterback hands and strong muscles, to keep me up in the air and fuck me harder.

"Take your hand off yourself," he growls. "I'll make you come."

"No."

"Evie. I swear."

"You wanted me to be a brat? I'm not going to give you the power to make me come. "

"Too fucking hyper—indep—endent." The word breaks with his thrusts. "Come on. Let me be the one."

"I'm not letting you."

I'm about to come.

"Evie. Goddammit. I want to. I have to."

"Then take it. Say fuck it, and steal an orgasm from me."

He drops me back onto the mattress and pulls my hands up above my head. I try to fight him back, but he's too strong.

He kisses me— hard. "You're going to break me."

"That's the idea."

He changes the angle in which he enters me. I've never had a partner do this and I gasp— he's not thrusting, but rubbing my g-spot with the head of his cock.

"You're not allowed to touch yourself." He bites on my bottom lip.

I bite him back— harder. "You're going to have to stop me."

He whimpers. My orgasm builds, keeping me at the edge again.

"I know you want to come." His words are ground through his tight jaw. "And I'm the one making it happen."

"You said you want to make me come. Then make me."

"You said no one has made you come."

"I'm not letting you be the first."

"You want me to push on this too." His eyes are glassy with heat as he searches my face.

The roll of his hips is a constant stroke where I want him most. I work my hips too, dancing with him to the pace he sets.

I whimper. "Come on. I'm close."

"Still so desperate for me."

"Make me come."

"Do you like what I'm doing? Do you feel the way I'm using my cock to steal an orgasm from you?"

"Fuck. Logan. "

"That's right, you do. But you're too proud to admit it, aren't you?"

"Aren't you going to prove you can handle me?"

"I'll make you suffer a little longer first."

I struggle against his hands, but he's strong and I can't get free. I love the feeling of it, how it pushes me to abandon the limits I beheld myself to, and which don't serve me anymore.

He pins me down and does something with his hips to drive me wild. "Look at me."

It takes me a second to process his words.

"Look at me. Now," he demands.

I open my eyes. Dark stormy clouds stare back at me.

His nostrils flare. "Do you want me to free you and let you come at your own hand?"

"I'm so close."

"Answer me. Tell me you want me to pin you down and steal an orgasm from you, or I will stop."

He stops moving.

I wrap my legs around him to keep him in place. "No. Don't."

"No, what?"

"Don't stop. Fuck me. Pin me down and steal an orgasm from me."

He thrusts again, hard. He manages to hold both my wrists in one hand, and he snakes the other one between us.

He rubs my clit, while keeping the angle where he rubs the right spot inside of me.

"Holy shit," I say.

"That's it." he groans. "I'll fuck you right until you give me all your orgasms willingly."

"Logan—"

"Until you're begging for more, because no one else can do it like me."

"I'm going to come. "

"Come for me. Let me ruin you for everyone else."

"Fuck—"

My body gives up the fight and I don't resist. I come. His words take me over the brink, my mind blank, and my muscles shaking of their own volition. My breath catches in my throat as I tremble under him.

"Yes. Shit, Evie. Yes. Squeeze me tight." He hammers in and out now. "You're ruining me for everyone else, too."

He comes, like having me at his mercy is the thing that makes him shatter.