Reckless Together: A Contemporary New Adult College Romance (The Reckless Series) (19 page)

"Shut the door. And lock it." She bent over and pulled open a built-in drawer at the base of the closet.

He did as she commanded and watched as she got a cheap glass vase from the drawer and smiled to herself.
 

"I don't blame you for being upset." His heart was hammering so hard he could feel it all the way to the bulge in his jeans.
 

"Am I?" She went to her desk and grabbed a pair of scissors. Then she walked past him to the sink, cutting so close to him he caught a whiff of her perfume as her hip brushed his.

The agony was sweet. He was bound up and getting more uncomfortable by the minute.

"Are you what?" He fought to keep his breathing even. He itched to touch her and show her how sorry he was.

"Upset." She filled the vase with water and set it on the edge of the sink. "I'm not, Logan. Not really. I'll tend to you in a minute. These flowers need me right now."
 

Shit. Like he didn't?

She pulled the plastic wrapping away from the bouquet and frowned like she was looking for something. "There's no freshness packet." It sounded like an indictment.

He almost laughed. Her concern was so sweet and ridiculous at the same time. The flowers were way past fresh, almost past redemption. A lot like him.

"I'm sorry," he said again. At that minute he would have apologized for anything to get her to forgive him.

She shrugged. "Wish I had some sugar for them."

He could use some sugar, too. Shit, he was desperate.
 

She cut the bottoms off the stems over her wastebasket before shoving the whole ensemble into the vase. She brushed past him again, too close. It had to be on purpose. Her breast brushed his arm, tantalizing and firm. She was wearing his favorite lace bra. He knew she was. He could tell by the natural feel of her.
 

She set the vase on her desk. She had her back to him, but he imagined she was staring at the flowers. Or maybe out the window. She bent and opened her laptop. Tapped on the keys while he ogled her.

When she turned around to face him, she had tears in her eyes. But she didn't look exactly sad or angry. He couldn't figure her out.

"How come you didn't tell me about this?" She stepped aside so he could see what she was talking about.

His fan page glowed on her screen. Amy's selfie was pinned to the top over dozens of others. He had his arm around Amy like they were palling around. He was flashing what he thought of as his disarming grin. It covered a multitude of situations and sins and masked his true emotions when needed. Easygoing Logan, that was what the grin made him. Amy was blushing like a girl who had a crush on him.
 

He was in deep shit now. "I didn't do that. I didn't post that page. The damn thing embarrasses me. I wish the owner would take it down."
 

"Don't be embarrassed. You're a hero. Your fans adore you." Her voice broke with emotion.

But for the life of him he couldn't tell what the emotion was—good or bad? He swallowed hard, wanting her to understand. Wanting her period.

He took a step into her. She didn't move away. That was good sign. It had to be. He cupped her cool cheeks in his hands. "I love you, El. Just you. Only you. Always you."

"But you care about others, too." She looked at him with wide eyes. "And that's what I love about you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the fine hairs at the back of it until he shivered with pleasure.
 

He lost control then, tipping her face to his and kissing her hard, inserting his tongue into her mouth and toying with it until she whimpered.

He cupped her totally grab-able ass, pulling her against his dick. She pressed her chest against his so tightly he swore he could feel the beat of her heart through his shirt and hers as it matched the wild, needy rhythm of his.

She unwrapped her arms from his neck and slid them down his chest, hesitating at his fly, skimming the bulge straining to get out, teasing him.

His breath caught. He pulled away from her kiss and cupped her breasts, mounding them in his hands, feeling the lace through her blouse. He bent and kissed the tops of them that peeked above the V-neck of her shirt. He felt the rise of her chest, shallow and excited as he licked the top of her breasts, and inserted his tongue in the valley between them. Her nipples popped up, erect beneath his touch through a layer of lace and cotton. He rubbed them with his thumbs as he licked and slowly moved down to suck on her nipples through her thin blouse.

"I want you, Logan," she whispered. "Now." She unzipped his fly and pulled open the warm denim of his pants.

He was long, hard, throbbing as she pulled him out. Wet at the tip and ready to enter her. Barely hanging on and hoping he didn't come in her hand as she stroked him. She walked him backwards to her bed while he unzipped her jeans and pulled a condom out of his pocket.

He had it unwrapped and ready by the time they reached they edge of the bed. She took it from him and rolled it onto his purple, throbbing dick, as he tried not to come into the condom. He should have taken her shirt off, but he was too far gone now to bother removing clothes that weren't an absolute impediment. Too close to embarrassing himself by losing control and being premature.

He pulled her jeans down around her hips and slid one finger beneath her panties and into her. She gasped and kicked free of her pants. She was so ready for him. As he tried to spin her around to take her on the bed, she dug in and resisted him.

"Let me be on top, Logan,
please
."

His heart beat a new rhythm, a beat called fear. It was irrational, but it was strong and ready to derail this reunion. He couldn't let it happen. He needed her so badly, yet her request was so simple. So reasonable. How could he refuse without looking like the world's biggest douche?

He sensed a pattern. She'd tried this before. He cursed whatever women's magazine had given her this idea that she needed to be on top. But deep down he worried she knew what she was doing, that she suspected what his nightmares were. He couldn't let her into them. He wouldn't.

He cupped her butt. "Climb up on me, El." He hoisted her and she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He slid her down onto him, entering her slickness with one great upward thrust. This was where he belonged—with her. With El.
 

She gasped and pressed her forehead against his. "Logan."

"Last night, walking those girls home, all I could think about was having sex with you. And what a douche I was for leaving you. All I could think about was this—pressing you up against the wall and losing myself in you."

Before she could protest, he bypassed the bed, pressing her back up against the empty wall beside the bed. Holding her still and firm as he thrust into her again and again. Fighting climax. Trying desperately to maintain control.

Her back banged against the wall with each thrust. She squeezed him and moaned. He thrust again, deeper, harder, feeling the fire build. Fighting it as every muscle in his body coiled hard. Sliding into her, wishing the condom wasn't between them. At the same time glad it was there because it dulled things just enough to give him some control.

She whimpered and gasped.

He took her shoulder in his mouth and sucked and gently bit, grazing it with his teeth until she gasped again. He felt her tipping over the edge, losing herself, felt her body tighten and relax against him. He lost control then, too, and flew over the precipice with her.

When it was over, he rested his sweaty forehead against hers, still pressing her against the wall. "Adventurous enough for you?" He kissed the tip of her nose.

"I don't know." She was breathing heavily and clinging to him, but there was a smile in her voice. "I can't think."

"Me either." He spun around, still cupping her butt and holding her up while she clamped her legs around him. He let go of her ass for just a second, teasing her.

She screamed and clasped him; pressed her head against his shoulder. "Don't drop me!" She was still breathing hard. "How can you even stand? My legs are jelly. If you set me down, I'll collapse."

He whispered in her ear, "Should I test it?"

She squealed again, laughing and holding on to him for dear life. "Don't you dare!"

He kissed her neck and bent his knees like he was going to collapse.
 

"No!"

"I can't stand any longer, either." He fell onto his back on her bed with El on top of him, still inside her. His hard-on wouldn't go away. She was so slick and wet he was tempted to go at it again. He arched up, thrusting into her, teasing, trying not to think about
Her
. Trying to push
Her
away. "Come on, El, have a ride."

"Shut up. Just shut up. I have to catch my breath. Why don't you? Are you some kind of mutant alien?"

"It's an athlete thing."

"Don't you have to, you know, first?" She arched her brow like he should fill in the blank.

"What, El?" He couldn't resist teasing her.

The way a blush crept up her neck and into her face was so cute it only kept him turned on. "You know, reload or something." She made a wilting motion with her finger.

He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Not going to happen while I'm still inside."

She pulled her legs from beneath his back, slid off him and rolled next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "So reload, then."

He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. "So you were spying on me last night. Because you missed me so much?"

She snuggled into him and tucked her head beneath his chin. "I wasn't
spying
on
you
. I found out
accidentally
while Bre was spying on Dan. Big difference."
 

"I don't even want to know how Bre found me while she was spying on Dan." He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through her hair. A wave of contentment washed over him. He wanted to drift off to sleep with his arms around her. But girls got offended when he fell asleep after. They didn't realize it was the ultimate compliment. Instead, he pulled the condom off and dropped it into the wastebasket nearby.
 

She sighed. "There was a moment last night when I was jealous of the girls who got to be with you. And missing you and feeling bad because I was jealous of what you needed to do. I thought about calling CAPSA for an escort and requesting you."

"Why didn't you?" he asked, flattered. He wished she would have. Then he could have spent the rest of the night "walking her home."

She lifted her head and looked him in the eye. "Would you have come?"

"In a heartbeat." He paused. "I felt so shitty about leaving you I almost bailed anyway."

"I'm glad you didn't." She sounded almost fierce. "As much as I missed you, if this is something you need to do to heal, then you need to do it." She pushed up and looked him in the eye. "Logan, you have so much support here. That's what I realized when I saw the fan page.
 

"I'm proud of you. All those girls you've helped. How safe you've made them feel." She didn't sound the slightest bit sarcastic. El was completely genuine, which surprised and pleased him.
 

"You belong here. Even if I have to fight off flirty girls and share your heroics with them." She chucked his chin playfully. "And put up with them posting pictures of themselves with you."

"I have my phone." He reached into his jeans pocket. "I'll take a selfie of us now." He pulled his phone out and held it out of her reach as she swatted at it, trying to get it away.

"Take that picture and I'll kill you."

"Why? I like the way you look after sex. You're dressed from the waist up." He wrapped one arm around her waist, enjoying the feel of her breasts rubbing against him as she struggled to get the phone.

She bent down and kissed him, taking him by surprise as she sucked on his lip and teased her tongue around his mouth. He relaxed. She pulled the phone from his grip, laughing as she broke away from the kiss. She studied him and her expression became suddenly serious. "Stay here for grad school where everyone loves you."

His heart stopped. He froze. He muttered. "El, I haven't made up my mind."
 

"I know." She rested her head against his chest again. "I promised not to pressure you. But I don't want you to go and leave me behind." She clutched his shoulder.