More Than Him
Page 31
"Hey," she said, her smile huge.
I couldn't speak. All functioning neurons fled my brain and travelled straight to my dick. I didn't even know how I ended up with my body pressed against hers, pushing her into her car and kissing her like she was my oxygen, my water, my food, my goddamn everything.
She laughed into my mouth and tried to pull away.
No.
Just no.
I needed more of her. I'd missed her so much in the day we were apart.
Somehow, I managed to pull her off the car long enough to open the back door and get us both inside.
She laughed again. "Logan, what are you doing?"
"Shh," I told her. My tongue swept into her mouth, and my hand went to her breast. She gripped my wrist and then laughed. Hard. "It's the middle of the day. Control yourself."
I grunted.
She laughed again.
I pounded my chest with my fist. Then in a low caveman voice, said, "Me, Logan need his woman. Woman look too damn sexy."
She laughed. But then her eyes darkened. She shifted until she was straddling my waist. I don't think either of us noticed how uncomfortable we were in the tiny space. She ran her top teeth against her bottom lip. Her hand moved down and rubbed my hard-on over my shorts, her fingers curling around it. "Mm," she moaned. "Looks like caveman Logan is happy to see me."
I chewed my lip and nodded. Her hands flattened under my shirt onto my bare stomach. She kissed my neck, moving her tongue in slow circles, so fucking slowly. It made me insane. Her hands went lower, and lower, until they were under the band of my shorts. "I wonder if caveman Logan would be happy to feel me."
My dick twitched.
She kissed me once. "Too bad we have to get to that class."
Then she was off me, out of the door and walking towards the gym entrance.
"Blue balls!" I yelled out.
Fuck.
***
When my dick had finally settled down, I went inside the gym. She sat at a table opposite the juice bar with a smug look on her face.
I shook my head at her. She laughed at me.
The guy that was there the day Amanda decided to go kamikaze on my entire body was her instructor. Of course he was.
"Jordan," he said as he shook my hand. I didn't miss his extra strong grip, and his over cockiness as he watched Amanda talking to some girls. "So that's your thing, huh?" he asked, lifting his chin at me. "You get girl’s numbers at the gym after pretending they hurt you?"
Fucking. Asshole. "Not at all what happened, but maybe you should watch your mouth."
He let go of my hand so he could raise his arms in surrender. "Buddy," he said. I wasn't his fucking buddy. "It's all good. I'm just messing with you."
And that's what he decided to do for the entire session: mess with me.
"Logan has volunteered to be the attacker," he announced. I hadn't, but what-the-fuck ever. I wasn't going to let him win. He watched me with amusement in his eyes and a smug smile that matched Amanda's earlier one.
I squared my shoulders and stood next to him. Amanda grinned at me.
"Who wants to be first defender?" Jordan asked.
All at once, every single girl in the room raised their hands.
Amanda's face changed instantly. It seemed like she simultaneously glared at each of them, one by one. Her glare seemed to intensify when her eyes landed on me, and my newly developed smirk.
One girl stepped forward. She was hot. The Heidi kind of hot. She wasn't Amanda, so she wasn't my type. "I'll go first," she informed. She stood in front of me with her back turned and pressed against me. Then she grabbed my arm and placed it over her shoulder. I chanced a peek at Amanda. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowed to slits.
I couldn't help the grin that took over. "Blue balls," I mouthed at her.
Her eyes widened. She got my message. Payback was a bitch.
For the next twenty minutes I let girls beat on me, all the while watching Amanda's unamused reaction to it all. It was good times—until it was her turn.
I ended up limping away from the class.
I couldn't be mad. I deserved it.
***
She sat at a small table opposite the juice bar while I got us some drinks.
"Hi, Logan." I heard from next to me. "Do you remember me?"
The girl looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. "I'm sorry," I told her. I spent my freshman year screwing around, so it wouldn't surprise me at all if she'd been a one night stand.
"Kellie," she said, as if that was going to help me. "Kellie I E."
"Oh." Now I got it. "Kellie I E. Sad face emoticon?"
"Huh?" She looked taken aback.
"Nothing."
The guy behind the counter handed us our drinks.
"Shoot," Kellie I E huffed, looking in her bag. "O M G. WTF. I totes don't have my purse. Lol." She slapped her palm against her forehead. "I left it in the car."
I have no idea what the fuck she’d just said, but I handed the guy a twenty and covered her drink.
"Aaaww," she cooed. She had that annoying baby voice I hated so much. "You totes didn't have to do that. Soooo sweet."
"It's no problem." I started to walk away but she grabbed on to my arm. "Maybe you could give me your number, and I could pay you back some time."
I looked over her shoulder at Amanda. She was watching, but quickly looked down, paying attention to her phone when she caught my eyes.
"Not necessary," I replied, walking away from her.
Amanda stood when I reached the table. She took her drink from my hands and started to lift all her bags. "I gotta go." Her voice was firm.
"What?" I blocked her path. "Is something wrong?"
Loud, shrill, giggling filled the room. We both turned to see Kellie I E, Heidi-hot girl and a few others all watching us.
"I don't really feel like being patronized by a bunch of hot mean girls because I'm here with you," she mumbled.
My eyes narrowed at the girls, and then at her. "Did they say something to you?"
She shook her head. "They don't need to use words."
Amanda was amazing; she really was. Her confidence and carefree attitude was one of the things that drew me to her, but there was this part of her that seemed to turn into this young, insecure little girl at times like these. I never knew what caused it, or why she was like that. I never asked. I should ask.
"I just want go," she repeated. The girls giggled again. Her lips turned down at the corners.
"Amanda?"
She fixated on the floor. "Yes?"
"Are you jealous?"
She nodded. She looked so damn cute.
The group of girls got up and started walking towards us. She dropped her bags, stepped forward and wrapped her arms tight around me.
My shoulders shook with silent laughter. "What are you doing?"
She didn't look up from the floor. "Bitches need to know you're mine."
I lifted her chin with my finger and let my eyes roam her face. A slow smile formed on my lips. And then I said the words I'd wanted to say, ever since I saw her at that party. "I love you."
I couldn't speak. All functioning neurons fled my brain and travelled straight to my dick. I didn't even know how I ended up with my body pressed against hers, pushing her into her car and kissing her like she was my oxygen, my water, my food, my goddamn everything.
She laughed into my mouth and tried to pull away.
No.
Just no.
I needed more of her. I'd missed her so much in the day we were apart.
Somehow, I managed to pull her off the car long enough to open the back door and get us both inside.
She laughed again. "Logan, what are you doing?"
"Shh," I told her. My tongue swept into her mouth, and my hand went to her breast. She gripped my wrist and then laughed. Hard. "It's the middle of the day. Control yourself."
I grunted.
She laughed again.
I pounded my chest with my fist. Then in a low caveman voice, said, "Me, Logan need his woman. Woman look too damn sexy."
She laughed. But then her eyes darkened. She shifted until she was straddling my waist. I don't think either of us noticed how uncomfortable we were in the tiny space. She ran her top teeth against her bottom lip. Her hand moved down and rubbed my hard-on over my shorts, her fingers curling around it. "Mm," she moaned. "Looks like caveman Logan is happy to see me."
I chewed my lip and nodded. Her hands flattened under my shirt onto my bare stomach. She kissed my neck, moving her tongue in slow circles, so fucking slowly. It made me insane. Her hands went lower, and lower, until they were under the band of my shorts. "I wonder if caveman Logan would be happy to feel me."
My dick twitched.
She kissed me once. "Too bad we have to get to that class."
Then she was off me, out of the door and walking towards the gym entrance.
"Blue balls!" I yelled out.
Fuck.
***
When my dick had finally settled down, I went inside the gym. She sat at a table opposite the juice bar with a smug look on her face.
I shook my head at her. She laughed at me.
The guy that was there the day Amanda decided to go kamikaze on my entire body was her instructor. Of course he was.
"Jordan," he said as he shook my hand. I didn't miss his extra strong grip, and his over cockiness as he watched Amanda talking to some girls. "So that's your thing, huh?" he asked, lifting his chin at me. "You get girl’s numbers at the gym after pretending they hurt you?"
Fucking. Asshole. "Not at all what happened, but maybe you should watch your mouth."
He let go of my hand so he could raise his arms in surrender. "Buddy," he said. I wasn't his fucking buddy. "It's all good. I'm just messing with you."
And that's what he decided to do for the entire session: mess with me.
"Logan has volunteered to be the attacker," he announced. I hadn't, but what-the-fuck ever. I wasn't going to let him win. He watched me with amusement in his eyes and a smug smile that matched Amanda's earlier one.
I squared my shoulders and stood next to him. Amanda grinned at me.
"Who wants to be first defender?" Jordan asked.
All at once, every single girl in the room raised their hands.
Amanda's face changed instantly. It seemed like she simultaneously glared at each of them, one by one. Her glare seemed to intensify when her eyes landed on me, and my newly developed smirk.
One girl stepped forward. She was hot. The Heidi kind of hot. She wasn't Amanda, so she wasn't my type. "I'll go first," she informed. She stood in front of me with her back turned and pressed against me. Then she grabbed my arm and placed it over her shoulder. I chanced a peek at Amanda. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowed to slits.
I couldn't help the grin that took over. "Blue balls," I mouthed at her.
Her eyes widened. She got my message. Payback was a bitch.
For the next twenty minutes I let girls beat on me, all the while watching Amanda's unamused reaction to it all. It was good times—until it was her turn.
I ended up limping away from the class.
I couldn't be mad. I deserved it.
***
She sat at a small table opposite the juice bar while I got us some drinks.
"Hi, Logan." I heard from next to me. "Do you remember me?"
The girl looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. "I'm sorry," I told her. I spent my freshman year screwing around, so it wouldn't surprise me at all if she'd been a one night stand.
"Kellie," she said, as if that was going to help me. "Kellie I E."
"Oh." Now I got it. "Kellie I E. Sad face emoticon?"
"Huh?" She looked taken aback.
"Nothing."
The guy behind the counter handed us our drinks.
"Shoot," Kellie I E huffed, looking in her bag. "O M G. WTF. I totes don't have my purse. Lol." She slapped her palm against her forehead. "I left it in the car."
I have no idea what the fuck she’d just said, but I handed the guy a twenty and covered her drink.
"Aaaww," she cooed. She had that annoying baby voice I hated so much. "You totes didn't have to do that. Soooo sweet."
"It's no problem." I started to walk away but she grabbed on to my arm. "Maybe you could give me your number, and I could pay you back some time."
I looked over her shoulder at Amanda. She was watching, but quickly looked down, paying attention to her phone when she caught my eyes.
"Not necessary," I replied, walking away from her.
Amanda stood when I reached the table. She took her drink from my hands and started to lift all her bags. "I gotta go." Her voice was firm.
"What?" I blocked her path. "Is something wrong?"
Loud, shrill, giggling filled the room. We both turned to see Kellie I E, Heidi-hot girl and a few others all watching us.
"I don't really feel like being patronized by a bunch of hot mean girls because I'm here with you," she mumbled.
My eyes narrowed at the girls, and then at her. "Did they say something to you?"
She shook her head. "They don't need to use words."
Amanda was amazing; she really was. Her confidence and carefree attitude was one of the things that drew me to her, but there was this part of her that seemed to turn into this young, insecure little girl at times like these. I never knew what caused it, or why she was like that. I never asked. I should ask.
"I just want go," she repeated. The girls giggled again. Her lips turned down at the corners.
"Amanda?"
She fixated on the floor. "Yes?"
"Are you jealous?"
She nodded. She looked so damn cute.
The group of girls got up and started walking towards us. She dropped her bags, stepped forward and wrapped her arms tight around me.
My shoulders shook with silent laughter. "What are you doing?"
She didn't look up from the floor. "Bitches need to know you're mine."
I lifted her chin with my finger and let my eyes roam her face. A slow smile formed on my lips. And then I said the words I'd wanted to say, ever since I saw her at that party. "I love you."
