Numb (Senses Series Book 3) (8 page)

Chapter 18

Maxx

“She’s not so bad,” Erin says, less than convincingly, from beside me while we watch Monica strut around in a tiny red bikini top and matching string bottoms that are accompanied by a pair of see through heels. “She kinda looks like Baywatch though.”

“You picked her outfit!” I giggle elbowing her side, her black strapless bikini top not even budging as if she glued it in place.

It’s Erin. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had. She’s done crazier things. You should see what she can do with a pack of multicolored sharpies.

Monica holds up Twitch’s sign and moves her hips around to the music while the crowd cheers. Erin shakes her head. “She moves like a fish out of water.”

“She’s fine,” I insist, anxious to see Logan come out.

“Not everyone can move as sexy as you, babe.” C.J.’s voice chuckles over the earpiece.

“Again?” She looks at me turning off her mic and yanking out the earpiece. “Seriously?”

My mouth opens to respond when the D.J. says, “He’s been claimed! He’s been tamed. But he’s never maimed! The one! The only! Unbreakable!”

Did the D.J. really just say he’s been claimed and tamed? Is that supposed to be about me? He saw us kiss one time in the ring and decided to make that part of his slogan? Should I fire him?

Logan strolls out into the ring, shirtless and in a pair of black shorts, looking like God’s birthday gift to women everywhere.

You can swoon. It’s okay. I promise. Just remember to wipe that drool. No a little to the left. There. You’re good now.

Monica waves his sign around and he cockily crosses his arms and smiles. As the audience increases in volume I notice that he is steadily searching it. Assuming it’s for me, I give him a slight wave to show him that I’m off to the side a little less centered than normal. Quickly, he beckons me over with a finger.

Puzzled, I glance at Erin who merely shrugs before giving me a less than gentle push. I relocate to the edge of the stage, which is when Logan leans down, and kisses me in front of the entire crowd. Much like they did in the past, they erupt right as his tongue rolls once around mine and pulls away entirely too soon.

With a smug smirk on his face he says, “Didn’t think I could start without my good luck kiss did you?”

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head and back up while Monica exits the stage. Once the bell dings and the fight begins I give it as much attention as I can, which is hard considering Erin is gloating beside me, Luke is gloating from around the corner, Tony is gloating from behind his phone, and Stuart is smirking wildly from behind his camera.

Stop it! You stop gloating too! Just because things are working out for the moment, this is not the time to rub it in! Okay maybe a little. But stop smiling. Seriously. Stop smiling. You’re making mine so much worse.

I watch him go up against Twitch. He’s a little smaller than some of the other’s Logan’s taken on in size. He can’t weigh more than 175 so he’s slender in every aspect of the word. I wonder if he should even be in the same weight class. While he has decent muscles for his slim frame, it’s his speed in the ring that makes him impressive, even if it’s not sensational enough to out do Logan. To no surprise, Logan catches and twists him into submission. The fight is over so quick that if Twitch’s creamy skin wasn’t covered in the gorgeous ink that pops under his sweat, I’m pretty sure girls would be complaining that this wasn’t worth the price of admission. As soon they announce Logan is the winner, the crowd begins to disperse and return to the activities going on for the ‘Babes in Bikinis’ event.

So thankful I am not responsible for clean up duty. Getting sand up is gonna be a bitch.

Speaking into my headset I say, “Monica, you are free to go.” I turn to Erin and point to her dangling headset. “Aren’t you gonna put that back in now?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Nothing good comes from it.”

“It’s not witchcraft, Erin. It’s an earpiece.”

“I’ll show you witchcraft if you give me any more lip,” she snips as Tony and Stuart approach me to verify different shots they grabbed.

My head bounces back and forth, denying and approving several photos backwards from the order they happened until Stuart’s camera lands on a photo of Logan kissing me.

“You can’t put that up…” I softly deny.

“And why not?” Logan’s voice says over my shoulder.

No warning? You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, Maxx, behind you?’ No fucking code word? We need a code word. What do you think of turtle? Too obvious? Yeah…think on that.

“Because you have a high ass female population fan base.”

“And?”

Turning so my body faces him, I fold my arms across my gold halter bikini top. “And it could cost you fans.”

“Then it’s a good thing I fight because I’m good at it and enjoy a healthy way to express my anger and not because it’s an easy way to get laid,” he says in front of everyone.

“That wasn’t true when you started. Hell that wasn’t even true a few months ago.” The words fall out of me before I can stop them.

“Well it’s true now.” His blue eyes start to shine as he smirks, vision still centered on me, his hands cradling my waist. “Post the picture, Stuart.”

“Done,” he says and walks off towards the back to upload the photos.

Fighting the urge to smile I say, “That’s not your job.”

“I’ll show you my job.” The low spoken sexual implication causes me to blush.

“Nice fight.” Tony states shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“Thanks.” Logan responds with a nod in his direction.

Tony walks away so it’s just me, Logan, and Erin. We turn towards her together, hoping she’ll grab the hint and go too.

After our epic make up kiss this morning, we had to split up. Even though both of us thought about sneaking to his car and having a quickie, we decided waiting would be best. Besides, he had something he had to get settled that he promised to tell me about later, and I had some last minute prep for the event tonight and needed to rehearse with the new girl once more. Believe it or not, she fell the first four times she practiced. Not sure how she stays upright when she’s not in heels.

“Oh did you want privacy?” Erin’s sarcasm is accompanied by her placing a hand over her heart. “I’m sorry…forgive me for not thinking that in a crowded bar full of hundreds of people that you might want a moment alone in the middle of it all. Crazy…” Neither of us gets a chance to respond before she declares, “Why don’t you take her home, Kellar?”

I go to argue, “The event—”

“Runs itself.” She waves a hand proving that once I’ve got shit set up, it pretty much does its thing. “If there is an emergency, or I manage to beat C.J. to death with one of the liquor bottles, I’ll call you.”

   A small giggle comes from me as Logan leans down to whisper in my ear. “Let me take you home, Maxx.”

“See. Look at that,” Erin taunts and tries not to frown. “He is dying to get you out of here.”

“Fine. Fine.” I cave.

Not like I wanna be here that badly anyway. Make up sex with Logan or a bar full of rowdy, drunken college students and overworked adults? I choose sex. And you would too.

Logan winds his fingers with mine and escorts me to the employee area where I grab my gym bag. The second I’m back in his sight his fingers are wrapped tightly with mine again.

***

After a short drive home, filled with very little conversation, we’re home alone and upstairs in his bedroom.

And yes, my sheets are still on the bed.

Once we’re inside his room I notice a slight shift in his mood. He looks nervous and edgy.

Two words I never thought I’d associate with Logan, let alone with Logan and sex.

“Problem?” I chirp out. “Second thoughts?”

“Fuck no.” He shakes his head and relocates his body so it’s against mine. “Being with you will
never
be a second thought. Not after the hell we’ve been through, Maxx.”

“Then what is it?” My body pushes against his, my nipples hardening in my swimsuit top from the small brush against his chest.

Feeling the change, he groans a bit and says, “I wanna tell you something…”

“Oh yeah?” I drop the tone of my voice and run my tongue along the corner of his lips.

Obviously I’m trying to get this show on the road, people!

Logan whimpers, “Baby…don’t do that…”

“Do what? This?” I repeat the motion and his hands that were lingering at his sides grip my hips tightly. Excited by the progress, I roll them towards his dick that is waiting for my attention. “Or this?”

“Both.” He surrenders to whatever it is he needs to say. “I just need a couple minutes to say something, and then I will throw you down on my bed and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“Sounds like a sexy possibility…”

“It’s more than a possibility, baby. It’s a promise.” My face lights up as he grabs a piece of paper from his nightstand, the nervous expression returns to his face. “Maxx, I know you’re on the pill…”

What an awkward ass subject right
before
it’s time to jump into bed.

“Yeah.”

“So…I was thinking.” The uncertainty returns to his voice. “You know I’ve never…” He can’t seem to find the words.

Do you have any fucking clue what he’s trying to say?

Logan extends the piece of paper for me to take. Unfolding the first flap my eyes immediately shoot to the words ‘Test Results’. When I look back up at him he says, “I always get tested. Always have. But I got tested again when we started fooling around. I needed to be sure everything was cool, ya know? I’d never forgive myself if…well if the worst happened, Maxx. But I’m clean. And I know you think I hooked back up with Liz, but you have my word. I didn’t.”

Shyly I respond, “I believe you.”

“Maxx.” His hands now touch the sides of my face softly.

Suddenly, like a ton of bricks to the brain, it hits just what he’s asking. Without hesitation I agree. “Yes, Logan.”

“Yeah?”

Nodding slowly, I repeat, “Yes.”

His lips hungrily pounce on top of mine as we begin pawing at each other rapidly. Tops fly off, bottoms drop, and before I know it, we are securely wrapped in his sheets. Our sheets. Hovering over me, tongue still knotted with mine, he roughly pulls my legs open with his hands and plummets himself deep inside. No barrier.

The kiss staggers and he lets out a long and deep moan. Afterward he whispers, “That’s fucking incredible.”

Can we say understatement?

Without waiting for my approval, he thrusts forward, sinking further, my aching muscles dying to finally have that pressure relieved, dying to worship his cock from the inside. They tighten again and his lips bump against my ear. “I’m fucking home, baby.”

His words are my undoing as my head thrashes back, his name falling off my tongue in a loud cry. Instead of slowing down to give me a minute to recuperate he pulls my legs up to let my heels rest on his shoulders, and the angle gets deeper.

“Holy shit…” I bite my bottom lip unsure if I can take it.

“Too deep?” The question results in my pussy clenching to ensure that my mouth doesn’t deceive it. Not being able to respond with words, he sharply thrusts again, and I sexily sob out in contentment. Pleased, he nips and nibbles on my ankles, the little bits of pain mixing with the increased amount of pleasure is a deadly combination.

My voice whines, “Logan…”

“No.” he denies me, the rocking of his hips slows down, dragging out each thrust like some overly wordy political speech. “Not yet.”

“But—”

“My.” His cock slides almost all the way out before sliding all the way back in again. “Bed.” The action repeats. “My.” Once more. “Rules.”

“Oh God!” My eyes shut tightly as I claw at the sheets.

“Remember?”

I barely remember my own name right now!

“Answer.”

Thankfully my lips don’t need my help they say, “Yes.”

Unexpectedly Logan pulls all the way out and there’s an immediate emptiness inside. My eyes tear open as I watch him roll over onto his back before pulling me on top. With my legs spread wide I position myself over his dick and lower slowly, taking each inch with a tremble.

“That’s my girl…” The words make my pussy twitch again.

I begin to slowly ride Logan, my hands bracing themselves on his shoulders. Fuck, I love it up here. His hands explore the curves of my hips, my stomach, and the sides of my boobs before running across my nipple, a tiny pull that makes me buck my hips.

His hand travels down to where our bodies meet and there’s suddenly an added pressure on my clit.

Holy hell…

“Like it?”  The question is said but I don’t answer. For not doing so I receive a very sharp swat on the ass that has me crying out as I squeeze his dick tighter inside. “You like that too, don’t you?” When I don’t answer for a second time I receive another swat. “Answer.”

“Yes. Dear God, yes.” My sultry voice doesn’t even sound like my own.

“Tell me what you need, Maxx.” His words are followed with an increased pace in thrusting.

“To come…”

On a soft laugh he says, “I’m gonna make you come again, baby, don’t worry.” Lifting his entire body up, so my legs can straddle around him and my arms can wrap around his neck, he keeps his thumb doing small circles on my clit. “Tell me what you need, Maxx…”

Pulling my eyes open I look down at a very shocking sight. Gone is the overly arrogant fighter in the ring, gone is the self assured asshole who counts the women he’s fucked on his wall like it’s a jail cell, and in his place a very vulnerable guy.

Believe or not.
This
is probably his sexiest look.

“You.” The word seems to be what he was hoping for by the way the circles on my clit stop teasing and start pleasing.

“Again. Say. It. Again.”

My orgasm frantically builds, intensely screaming on the inside to be let loose. So close. So damn close. “You, Logan Kellar. I need you.” And apart I fall with my head thrown back once more, this time moaning like it’s the last time I ever will, like I can’t possibly survive another minute.

Logan moves his hand to wrap his arms securely around me as my pussy throbs on his cock, which is thrusting sharply but slowly. In a low voice he says, “I need you too, Maxx.” During the next four thrusts inside of me, I swear it feels like I never stop coming. Like my orgasm is a tsunami wave to ride out until Logan joins me. And just when my nails dig into his shoulders preparing to tell him I can’t take anymore, he whimpers, “I’m coming…” Suddenly, what was unbearable becomes like another slice of euphoria as I’m filled for the first time in my life, by the only person who ever will.

Several long breaths later, I roll off of Logan and he slips into his bathroom bringing me a warm towel to help wipe me down.

So…that whole thing was new.

As soon as I’m cleaned up, he hits the lights and crawls into bed next to me. His head falls on my chest allowing my fingers to play in his hair, just like they did that first night we spent together so many years ago.

My fingers spend several minutes running through it before the arm that’s gripped around my waist pulls me tighter. “I love you, Maxx.”

Excited that I wasn’t the first to say it, I quickly say it back. “I love you too, Logan.”

He hums, “A guy could get used to the sound of that…”

“Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“Promise me you’ll be here in the morning.”

Eagerly he says, “I promise I’ll be here.” I smile as his warm breath shoots goosebumps over my skin. “But, Maxx?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to ask you something.”

“Ask away.”

“Not now.” He swallows whatever emotion was hinted in his voice. “Tomorrow. First thing. Just know that I’m praying to God the answer is yes…”

Well how the hell am I supposed to sleep now? What could he have to ask me?  And why do I have to wait until the morning? Can’t he just ask me now? You don’t think it’s something life or death, do you? You don’t think he wants to do something drastic like ask me to marry him, right? Right? I won’t assume anything this time around…but tell me. Do you think I should be nervous?