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"Okay," I nodded. But it wasn't. Not really. I had whatever the equivalent of blue balls was for girls. Blue bean?
I look around for the others; they'd made their own dance floor in the middle of the VIP room. "You want to dance?"
He scrunched his nose.
"You don‘t dance?"
He shook his head.
I laughed.
He reached for my hand and linked our fingers under the table, his other hand coming up to my face. "You did all this."
I nodded.
"Why?" His brows drew in. His eyes were intense as he roamed my face. He had to know why. He had to know how I felt about him. He had to know I loved him.
"Because..." I trailed off. Then I sighed, "You won't let me say the words."
His shoulders stiffened, his eyes cast downwards, looking at our linked fingers. I lifted his chin with my finger, the way he'd done to me so many times. I looked into his eyes. He licked his lips and then kissed me slowly, "Me too," he said.
***
Ethan, Tristan and Alexis showed up a couple hours after we got here. Ethan brought Kellie I E with him. Alexis was pissed. She always joked to me about being with Ethan, but I think deep down she actually had feelings for him. We were on the dance floor. I was buzzed; she was trashed, barely able to stand up.
"He brought Kellie I E. What a joke!" she slurred out.
"I know, babe." Her arms around my neck tightened. I tried my best to hold her up. She still managed to dance, moving her hips from side to side. "Maybe you should just tell him how you feel."
"Fuck off, " she scoffed. "I don't feel anything. Just drunk."
"Okay, Lexi."
"Hey James is here, maybe he'll do me."
"Oh my God."
"James!" she yelled, stumbling over to him.
I looked around for Logan but I couldn't see him anywhere. I started to walk to the balcony to see if he was downstairs when someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into a room. My eyes shut tight instinctively, but opened when I heard a latch lock. I was in a bathroom. It was high class, not dirty, scummy run-of-the-mill club bathroom. "I can't wait," a voice whispered in my ear.
Logan.
I turned around. "I was looking for you."
"I was watching you." He licked his lips and stepped forward, placing one hand on the small of my back and the other on my leg, moving higher and lifting my skirt with it. He kissed me slowly. Painfully slowly.
"Logan," I whispered, out of breath. "We can't. Not here."
"Why?" he asked against my lips.
I bit his bottom lip. "I have a surprise for you at home."
He pulled back, his eyebrows raised. "A surprise?"
I bit my lip and nodded. "I got a naughty little nurse's outfit to go with your birthday present."
He visibly swallowed. "You're not fucking with me, right?"
I laughed. "No, baby." I stepped forward, the alcohol making me braver. "When we get home, I'm going to change, and you, Dr. Matthews, are going to bend me over and spank me."
Instantly I was being pushed back, until my back hit the counter. There was fire in his eyes—the good kind. His mouth mashed with mine, his tongue darting out, invading my senses. I lost control. Then his hands were everywhere. On my breasts, on my legs, in my hair, and somehow, in my panties. "You're so bad," he ground out. His fingers made their way inside me, spreading my wetness. And within a second he'd spun me around, bent me over, and had my panties around my ankles and his dick inside me.
"Oh God!"
Then he started to move, in and out. Slow at first, and then he built his rhythm. He kissed my bare back while one hand cupped a breast. He slowed down, pulling away. Then he grabbed on to my hips and started moving again. "Fuck, baby. I could watch this all fucking day."
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."
