More Than Her
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A moaning sound escaped.
He started again. Faster. Harder. Then his hand moved from my hip and his fingers rubbed my clit and I was done.
Done.
Logan
I opened the bathroom door and Cam was there waiting. He was looking at the ground, but his eyes trailed up when he saw the door open. Then a huge shit eating grin took over his face when he saw us, and whatever state we were in. He kicked off the opposite wall and faced the wall next to the door. Then he started pumping his hips into it, singing, "Birthday sex, Birthday sex...it's the best day of the yearrrr girl..."
You can't not laugh at that.
***
"Did she call you?" Micky asked.
"Who?" I bent down so I could hear her over the music.
"Megan. She called me today looking for you."
"No." I shook my head.
"I offered to take a message, but she said she needed to speak to you directly. Maybe it was just to say happy birthday."
"Maybe." I shrugged
***
"Fuck you, Tricia!" Lucy yelled, her hands coming up, most likely to pull hair. Cam easily held her back. "You need to quit spreading rumors about me and go back to spreading your legs!"
I laughed, but Amanda shook her head in warning.
Tricia—whoever the fuck she was—was being held back by a few other girls. She kept trying to reach for Lucy, but no one would let her get close enough. Amanda leaned into me. "This Tricia bitch thinks that Lucy tried to steal her boyfriend. Apparently the boyfriend told her he had feeling for Lucy. Lucy had no fucking clue."
"Are you calling me a slut?" Tricia spat out.
"Fuck you!" Lucy yelled. "I'm not fucking calling you a slut!" She took a step forward. "But if cocks had wings you'd be fucking airport."
Tricia reached forward, trying to grab Lucy. Cameron moved her behind him. Then to Tricia, he said, "You tell your boyfriend or whatever the fuck he is—that if he keeps calling Luce, I'll find him and I'll fucking beat his ass."
Tricia calmed down, then eyed Cam up and down. She lifted her chin. "You call me when your sick of playing house with Plain Jane and want a taste of something better."
Lucy scrambled from behind him and raised her fisted hand. Cam was quick enough to hold it back. But somehow, a slapping sound was heard.
Amanda.
She towered over Tricia, "Get. Your. Shit. And. Leave. Now. Bitch." Her jaw was clenched. "Now." She repeated calmly.
***
"Holly hell," Amanda said through a yawn, "Tonight was good times."
Her head was on my lap; we were the last ones out of the Limo on the way home. "Yeah," I agreed.
"My favorite part was when you took my innocence in the bathroom."
I laughed once, rolling my head on the back of the seat. "Yeah, that or when you bitch slapped that girl."
A laugh rolled out of her, getting louder by the second. "I feel bad for Lucy. I mean—if anyone knows the effects of rumors it's me."
I stroked her hair. "How bad was it? I mean...that summer?"
She shrugged. "I'm not going to lie. It was bad. But we move on. We get over it. Make new memories, you know?"
I smiled down at her. "Yeah, we do."
Then she sat up and kissed me. And I got lost—in this moment, and in her—until she giggled into my mouth. "What's funny?" I asked against her lips.
She pulled back, trying to contain her laughter. "If cocks had wings you'd be an airport."
I laughed with her.
"I so don't want to work tomorrow," she whined.
"Sucks."
Then it was quiet for a minute.
"So," I started. I don't know if what I said next is—I don't know—normal—but I'd been thinking about it for a while. "I think you should just move your stuff into my room. We could rent out yours and save you some money. Then maybe you can cut back—"
"What?" she cut in. "Like, move in with you?"
"Well, you already live with me—"
"Yeah, I know, but I mean, if we fight, or break up—"
"I don't see that happening. Ever."
She smiled.
Shit. She was so fucking beautiful.
"We're here," the driver stated, pulling up to the front of the house.
I got out first and helped her out. We didn't release each other’s hands.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay?" I stopped walking up the driveway and faced her. The only light was from the moon. There were no streetlights on our road.
"I'll move in."
"Yeah?" I couldn't help the smug grin that took over. Honestly, I was happy she had nowhere to go if I ever pissed her off. She'd have to stay with me.
She nodded. "You're so getting layooked tonight."
I chuckled, and continued walking up the driveway. "It's so fucking dark."
"I know," she agreed. "Ethan always forgets to put the security light on."
We walked to the door and I got my keys out, and then faced her. "Hey."
"What's up?" She was shivering from the cold.
I put my arms around her and held her close. "Thank you for tonight. For all of the nights you give me. Just...thank you."
She pulled away and looked up at me. "You're my person, Logan."
I just shook my head. I had no words. I opened the door and stepped in behind her.
"Hello, son."
Monsters.
Voices.
THIRTY EIGHT
Logan
A light turned on. There were three of them.
"Your mamma told me you'd gotten big, boy." His deep rumble voice echoed in my ears.
This is what nightmares are made of.
"You not going to introduce me to your girl?"
I stood there frozen.
Then her hand curled around my arm. "Logan?"
I turned to her. Her face was pale. Her bottom lip quivered.
I picked her up and rushed to the front door, opening it, and placing her outside. Her panic stricken face turned to shock. "What are you doing?" she cried.
I pulled out my phone and gave it to her. 'Call the police' I mouthed. Then slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it.
"Logan," she shouted, her hand pounding on the door. I ignored it. I had to.
I turned around. The monster stood in front of me.
"You took my girl," the one next to him said. My eyes went to him. I knew him. It was Megan’s monster. The one that was there when I visited her. "You took my girl," he repeated. "And now you have to pay."
He started again. Faster. Harder. Then his hand moved from my hip and his fingers rubbed my clit and I was done.
Done.
Logan
I opened the bathroom door and Cam was there waiting. He was looking at the ground, but his eyes trailed up when he saw the door open. Then a huge shit eating grin took over his face when he saw us, and whatever state we were in. He kicked off the opposite wall and faced the wall next to the door. Then he started pumping his hips into it, singing, "Birthday sex, Birthday sex...it's the best day of the yearrrr girl..."
You can't not laugh at that.
***
"Did she call you?" Micky asked.
"Who?" I bent down so I could hear her over the music.
"Megan. She called me today looking for you."
"No." I shook my head.
"I offered to take a message, but she said she needed to speak to you directly. Maybe it was just to say happy birthday."
"Maybe." I shrugged
***
"Fuck you, Tricia!" Lucy yelled, her hands coming up, most likely to pull hair. Cam easily held her back. "You need to quit spreading rumors about me and go back to spreading your legs!"
I laughed, but Amanda shook her head in warning.
Tricia—whoever the fuck she was—was being held back by a few other girls. She kept trying to reach for Lucy, but no one would let her get close enough. Amanda leaned into me. "This Tricia bitch thinks that Lucy tried to steal her boyfriend. Apparently the boyfriend told her he had feeling for Lucy. Lucy had no fucking clue."
"Are you calling me a slut?" Tricia spat out.
"Fuck you!" Lucy yelled. "I'm not fucking calling you a slut!" She took a step forward. "But if cocks had wings you'd be fucking airport."
Tricia reached forward, trying to grab Lucy. Cameron moved her behind him. Then to Tricia, he said, "You tell your boyfriend or whatever the fuck he is—that if he keeps calling Luce, I'll find him and I'll fucking beat his ass."
Tricia calmed down, then eyed Cam up and down. She lifted her chin. "You call me when your sick of playing house with Plain Jane and want a taste of something better."
Lucy scrambled from behind him and raised her fisted hand. Cam was quick enough to hold it back. But somehow, a slapping sound was heard.
Amanda.
She towered over Tricia, "Get. Your. Shit. And. Leave. Now. Bitch." Her jaw was clenched. "Now." She repeated calmly.
***
"Holly hell," Amanda said through a yawn, "Tonight was good times."
Her head was on my lap; we were the last ones out of the Limo on the way home. "Yeah," I agreed.
"My favorite part was when you took my innocence in the bathroom."
I laughed once, rolling my head on the back of the seat. "Yeah, that or when you bitch slapped that girl."
A laugh rolled out of her, getting louder by the second. "I feel bad for Lucy. I mean—if anyone knows the effects of rumors it's me."
I stroked her hair. "How bad was it? I mean...that summer?"
She shrugged. "I'm not going to lie. It was bad. But we move on. We get over it. Make new memories, you know?"
I smiled down at her. "Yeah, we do."
Then she sat up and kissed me. And I got lost—in this moment, and in her—until she giggled into my mouth. "What's funny?" I asked against her lips.
She pulled back, trying to contain her laughter. "If cocks had wings you'd be an airport."
I laughed with her.
"I so don't want to work tomorrow," she whined.
"Sucks."
Then it was quiet for a minute.
"So," I started. I don't know if what I said next is—I don't know—normal—but I'd been thinking about it for a while. "I think you should just move your stuff into my room. We could rent out yours and save you some money. Then maybe you can cut back—"
"What?" she cut in. "Like, move in with you?"
"Well, you already live with me—"
"Yeah, I know, but I mean, if we fight, or break up—"
"I don't see that happening. Ever."
She smiled.
Shit. She was so fucking beautiful.
"We're here," the driver stated, pulling up to the front of the house.
I got out first and helped her out. We didn't release each other’s hands.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay?" I stopped walking up the driveway and faced her. The only light was from the moon. There were no streetlights on our road.
"I'll move in."
"Yeah?" I couldn't help the smug grin that took over. Honestly, I was happy she had nowhere to go if I ever pissed her off. She'd have to stay with me.
She nodded. "You're so getting layooked tonight."
I chuckled, and continued walking up the driveway. "It's so fucking dark."
"I know," she agreed. "Ethan always forgets to put the security light on."
We walked to the door and I got my keys out, and then faced her. "Hey."
"What's up?" She was shivering from the cold.
I put my arms around her and held her close. "Thank you for tonight. For all of the nights you give me. Just...thank you."
She pulled away and looked up at me. "You're my person, Logan."
I just shook my head. I had no words. I opened the door and stepped in behind her.
"Hello, son."
Monsters.
Voices.
THIRTY EIGHT
Logan
A light turned on. There were three of them.
"Your mamma told me you'd gotten big, boy." His deep rumble voice echoed in my ears.
This is what nightmares are made of.
"You not going to introduce me to your girl?"
I stood there frozen.
Then her hand curled around my arm. "Logan?"
I turned to her. Her face was pale. Her bottom lip quivered.
I picked her up and rushed to the front door, opening it, and placing her outside. Her panic stricken face turned to shock. "What are you doing?" she cried.
I pulled out my phone and gave it to her. 'Call the police' I mouthed. Then slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it.
"Logan," she shouted, her hand pounding on the door. I ignored it. I had to.
I turned around. The monster stood in front of me.
"You took my girl," the one next to him said. My eyes went to him. I knew him. It was Megan’s monster. The one that was there when I visited her. "You took my girl," he repeated. "And now you have to pay."
