“I never said I wasn’t.”
“You can leave.” I rolled away from him, and closed my eyes. This had all been a mistake. I should have just left well enough alone. I hadn’t intended for all of this to go down. I had just wanted to meet him and to get to know him, but everything had just spiraled out of control. I had acted wanton, crazy, and desperate, and now he had no respect for me. He probably considered me some sort of rich-girl whore.
“I haven’t f**ked you yet.” He grabbed ahold of me and turned me around. His eyes surveyed my face, and I saw a glimpse of indecision in his glance before he pulled me towards him and held me in his arms. “Don’t cry,” he whispered against my hair.
“I’m not crying,” I whispered against his chest, tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t know why I was so emotional. He was right; I was living in some sort of fairytale in my mind. And now I didn’t know how to feel, and I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d had a crush on him for years. He wouldn’t understand and would definitely think I was a psycho then. A real psycho. I felt his hands running up and down my back and I bit into his chest, wanting to taste him, wanting to eat him, wanting to consume and be consumed. I needed this man. It didn’t matter how long it lasted.
“What are you doing to me, Maddie?” Logan swore and pulled away from me. “I better go.”
“No.” I shook my head and held on to him tighter. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I need to go.” He looked at me and I could see that he was wrestling between two emotions. I just couldn’t tell what those emotions were. “I’m sorry I threw gravel at your door, I shouldn’t have done that.”
“What, is Logan Martelli apologizing to me for something?” I gave him a small smile, trying to break the tension between us.
“We shouldn’t be here.” His eyes were dark as he looked around the room.
“Don’t you want me to pleasure you again, Logan?” I leaned over and bit his lower lip. I didn’t want him to leave.
“Why did you come to find me tonight?”
I shook my head, not wanting to tell him about my secret crush. I knew he didn’t do relationships and I didn’t want him to know how serious I had been with my comments about us falling in love and getting married.
“How did you know I would be at the pier?”
I sighed and looked away from him for a second. “I guess I’ll tell you. I don’t want you to think I’m a stalker.”
“Tell me.” He stared at me, unblinking.
“Joey Kennedy told me.” I said the words I had been told to say and ran my hands down his arms and he froze.
“You know Joey Kennedy?”
“Yeah, we were friends in elementary school.” I shrugged. “I guess he knows one of your brothers and they…” Logan’s lips stopped my words, and he nibbled on my lower lip as his fingers went down to my sweet spot and explored again.
“Shhhh.” His eyes blazed into mine, as he sat up and pulled his boxer shorts all the way off and threw them on the ground. “I think I’ll stay. We don’t want to waste this king-sized bed, do we?”
“No,” I mouthed up at him, and I gasped as he slid into me, hard and deep. His eyes never broke away from mine as he thrust into me, and I cried out as he then pulled out and rubbed the tip of himself against me. “Please,” I moaned as I gazed up at him, panting.
“Please what?”
“Put it back in.”
“What?” He smiled down at me, and his green irises looked black.
“Please put it back in me,” I moaned and reached up to pull him down to me.
“What?”
“Fuck me, Logan,” I whimpered.
“What? I can’t hear you.”
“Fuck me, Logan!” I screamed up at him.
He smiled and cocked his ear. “What?”
“Fuck me, Logan Martelli!” I screamed so loudly that I swore the neighbors could hear me.
“Okay.” He lowered himself onto me. He lifted my legs and pulled them over his shoulder and then entered me again. Sliding into me slowly this time, I groaned as every fiber of my being clung to him.
“Keep your eyes open,” he commanded, and I stared up at him as his hardness pleasured me to my very core. He increased his pace, and before I knew it, he was slamming into me with no control, I could feel his balls slapping onto me as he took me without abandon. He held onto my legs and I felt his body shuddering as he came close to climaxing. I could see the sweat rolling down his chest and I wanted to lick it off of him.
“Oh f**k, I’m going to come.” His voice was hoarse as he pulled out. I felt the warmth of his climax on my lower belly.
“You didn’t have to pull out, I told you already I’m the pill,” I moaned as he collapsed next to me on the bed.
“Shhh.” He looked at me unseeing and took a deep breath. I felt his fingers in my hair and he combed through it softly. “You’ve got beautiful hair.”
“Thank you,” I said softly and curled into him.
“You’re a fool, Maddie Wright,” he whispered, and I wondered how he had read my mind.
“You’re a fool too, Logan Martelli,” I whispered into his chest, but he was silent. We lay there for a few minutes, and I felt him shift beside me. He rolled me over onto my back again and lifted my arms above my head. His grip was tight on my arms as he straddled me. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I looked up at him in confusion. He was no longer smiling and I stared up at him, with my heart thudding in fear. What was going on?
“Tell me why Joey sent you to track me down.” He looked down at me with hard eyes. “Tell me why he sent you to f**k me. What does he want from me? And what does he have on you, to turn you into some sort of slut?”
I stared up at him in wide eyes, unsure of what to say. I’d never seen anyone so calm and controlled with such murderous eyes before. I swallowed hard and as I gazed up at him. I had no idea what I was going to say. There was no way I could tell him the truth.
Chapter 5
Logan
I stared down at Maddie’s face furiously. Just when I had been willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, she had mentioned Joey. I felt murderous inside when she mentioned his name. Joey Kennedy was a snake, and as far as I was concerned, so was anyone who had dealings with him. I laughed bitterly as I stared down into Maddie’s wide eyes. To think, I had almost felt guilty that I was going to f**k her in her father’s bedroom as some sort of perverse revenge. For all I knew, she wanted this to happen. For all I knew, she had cameras taping the whole thing.