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I pulled back. "So that's how you learnt to attack me."
She nodded, grinning as she did.
"Well, I'm glad you can hold your own." I kissed her again. I could kiss her my entire damn life and it wouldn't be enough. "Can I come with you?"
Her eyes widened. "You want to?"
"I'll do anything to spend even a second of my time with you."
She smiled. And it was all I ever wanted.
I kissed her again.
And again.
And then some more.
Over and over.
17
Logan
I walked over to her car when I saw it pull into the gym parking lot. She stepped out, one tanned leg first, then the other. All leg, upon leg, upon leg. It's all I could see. Leg. Then she came to stand. Her gym shorts barely covered her ass. Her tight tank . . . I don't even know. Words can't—they don't—
"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."
