Page 13 of Twisted Love

“Well, dinner will be ready shortly, if you want to wash up or anything.” She got up from the table abruptly, a knot between her eyebrows.

Something was bothering her, but he wouldn’t push. Keily would talk if she wanted to. Trying to force anything out of her was like trying to force water out of a stone, he’d learned that long ago. She’d talk if she wanted to.

He had an idea of what was troubling her, though he didn’t want to think about it any more than she wanted to talk about it. They’d been sleeping together for a while now; some might even call it a relationship. Even if it was one based on sex and nothing more. But was that all it really was? a little voice jabbed at him.

Of course, that’s all it was, he knew that, even if getting up and walking away felt like he’d just let her down somehow. He went into the bedroom they shared when he stayed over and changed into some black cotton pajama pants and a t-shirt. He’d shower later, he decided, for now, something drove him to get back into the kitchen with her.

“That smells really good.” He said as the scent of fresh bread and the stew melted into his nose once more.

“I’m glad you think so.” She replied, something shy in her glance. She looked away quickly and put the lid back on the pot. “I’ll get the bread out of the warmer and cut it up. Want to set the table?”

They worked around each other as he selected tableware and she poured the stew into a serving bowl a few minutes later. She set the bread and the stew on the table and they both went quiet as they started to eat.

Logan watched Keily, uncertain of how to proceed. He didn’t want to be in a relationship with her but staying over on a night when she’d worn no shoes meant he was there for more than sex. Was it a good idea to keep doing that? One look at her beautiful eyes and the way she smiled at him told him he wasn’t leaving tonight for anything. Not even if that part of his brain that wanted to protect him from hurt told him he should run as far away as he could, as fast as he could. Before it was too late.

7

Logan

Logan once again pulled into a parking spot at Keily’s, ready to see the one woman he knew he should be avoiding. It had been a week since he’d pulled up to her place last, that night when she’d greeted him barefoot. He’d left the next morning and been called out to California to handle a supply issue. His team there couldn’t handle it and he’d had to go.

Then he had to rush back to go to court with Felix. Joe had been there, looking as surly and unkempt as ever. Logan smiled the entire time he was at the courthouse, watching Joe’s rage build as he stared back at Logan. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to continue to antagonize someone so unbalanced, but Joe deserved it for what he’d done to Keily, and to him, Logan reminded himself. He deserved so much more than a slap on the wrist, that was for sure.

The prosecutor had explained that since Joe was already on parole, this would probably get him sent to prison. Logan couldn’t imagine being so wrapped up in self-pity that he ensured he’d end up in prison for the sake of beating up a guy that was dating a woman who’d left him.

But was it dating? He kept thinking of her as the woman he was fucking, but sometimes, stray thoughts slipped in. Words like ‘girlfriend’, ‘relationship’, and ‘the future’ crossed his mind and it was starting to become unsettling. That day in court, that had been worth the threat of further aggravation. But not prison.

She knew he was on his way, though, he’d made sure she knew that for a fact.

They’d exchanged texts all week, heated messages full of desire and need. Now, he was back at her place and he wanted her so much he was worried they might not get the door shut before he planted himself inside of her this time. His breath shook in his chest as he pulled the keys out of the ignition and pushed the door open.

He’d wanted to surprise her, show up unannounced, but it bothered him, the way he felt when he thought about her delighted surprise. He didn’t surprise her, not because she’d enjoy it, but because he would. It was all very fucked up, as far as he was concerned, but it also made a strange kind of sense. To him.

He approached the door, lit by the porch light to chase away the darkness, knocked, and pushed it open when he heard her call out. She was walking to the door as he entered, a smile on her face but nothing else on. Well, nothing except those black heels.

Yes, he thought when he saw those shoes. He didn’t have to take his time, he could take what he wanted, so long as he took her with him.

With a twisted grin designed to seduce, Keily walked up to him and slid straight into his arms. He couldn’t help but capture her heated lips in an intense kiss as he wound his arms around her waist. When his hands grasped at her ass, she gave a little hop and wrapped her legs tightly around him.

Logan didn’t hesitate to carry her to the couch where he laid her down long enough to take his clothes off before he joined her. He dug his right palm underneath her to slide down the long expanse of her silky back and purred when she arched at his touch. Her abdomen pressed into his as their eyes met.

He saw the all-consuming want he felt mirrored in her eyes and that rocked him in ways he really didn’t want to examine, at all. Keily took over the moment when she reached for the proof of his desire, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, a dare replacing the want in her eyes. Let her have him those eyes dared, let her have what she wanted the most.

Logan almost stopped her but when her slim fingers wrapped around his hard length, he couldn’t do anything but close his eyes and groan. Her cool fingers felt icy hot against his cock, but it was heaven to be in Keily’s hand. Still, it wasn’t as pleasurable as being inside of her would be. And if the way she tilted her hips up to him meant anything, he’d soon be inside of her.

“Keily…” He gasped her name as he felt the wet heat of her entrance against the very tip of him.

“What, Logan?” She teased with her voice before she tortured him by moving him to slide along her slit slowly before she pushed him back down. “Do you want something?”

“Stop teasing me.” He insisted with a muffled grunt when she stopped at her opening.

“And do what, Logan? What do you want?”

“I want to fuck you, you little tease.” He’d had enough and pushed against her hand, slid through her fingers, and straight into her welcoming slick walls.

She groaned as he plunged into her, her body opening just for him, only for him, he thought as he gripped her right hip to tilt her pelvis up to him. He wanted to be deeper, further inside of her, buried so far that he might as well have crawled inside of her and taken up residence. He wanted that soothing envelope of pleasure to embrace his entire body, which was about as poetic as he could be. Or was it pathetic? He didn’t care he decided, as he began to stroke into her in deep, steady thrusts.

“That’s it, Logan, just like that.” The words panted out of her as he thrust into her, harder, then faster when her nails dug into his ass.