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The sound of my skin against hers mixed with cries and metal clanging against the wall. I was thankful the bar didn’t open for another half an hour. There would be nobody out there to hear the way her voice echoed off the panels lining the ceiling.
I buried my face in her neck, biting down and sucking at the soft spot where the curve of her neck met her shoulder. She gasped, and her pussy tightened. Simone dug her nails into my shoulders, tightening the grip of her legs. With one hand under her ass, I put the other on the shelf behind her and drilled into her.
The slow, meaningful strokes were replaced with desperate thrusts, chasing both of our orgasms. Her breath was warm on my neck, and the sweet smell of her shampoo mixed with the sweat shimmering on her neck filled my senses. My sweat dampened my shirt.
The muscles in my thighs tightened, and I drilled into her harder. Loosening my grip from the shelf, I moved to brush my thumb across her clit. The shrill moans let me know she was there. Her eyes begged for release. I gripped the creases between her thighs and her ass. Simone screamed.
“Logan! Fuck!”
Her eyes closed, and her lips clamped shut. I thrust into her again, grunting when I came and filled her. She clenched, milking every drop from my cock. Our breath was heavy, and I pressed my lips to her neck. Licking the salty sweat from my lips, I sighed, slowly letting her feet drop to the ground.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I said on borrowed breath.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked away from me, searching the room for her misplaced pants. Finding them, she narrowed her eyes and slipped from my arms to grab them. She looked forlorn—her face was flushed, but a frown pulled her bottom lip into a pout.
“I know,” she whispered. Simone cleared her throat, covering the sound of her zipper. “I can’t make any promises.”
“Simone—”
“I need to go clean up.” She giggled as if it made everything okay. With the butterflies that filled my throat and the way my heart rate picked up, it almost was okay.
I took a deep breath. “Go. I’ll grab the beer.”
She nodded, and when the lock on the door clicked, my heart sank. It felt like it was going to be the final moment of whatever this was. She was cutting the strings that had formed. The ones we were never supposed to attach. As she disappeared through the door, I prepared myself for the day I saw her do that permanently.
“Logan!” Her shrill scream echoed through the room and made my blood turn to ice, stopping me in my tracks, and I ran. I threw the door open farther, the knob undoubtedly leaving a dent I didn’t care about in the drywall.
She stood paralyzed with her feet glued to the ground. I followed her gaze to the bar in front of me and groaned. “Oh, fuck me…”
Chapter 30
Simone
My pussy ached, still quivering from the multiple orgasms Logan delivered, but my heart ached more. He’d begged me to stay. He’d said a few days ago that he couldn’t stand me, and even if I hadn’t heard the whole thing, he still said it. Now he was begging me to stay, to be his. My stomach flipped, and I pulled the door open, sure I was going to throw up from the anxiety stewing in my core.
When I stepped out of the closet, the urge to throw up got stronger. Glass littered the floor, and the stools that had lined the counter were strewn around the bar on their sides. The air was thick with the smell of aerosol and paint.
My scream dragged across the back of my throat. “Logan!”
The door hit the wall when he threw it open, his breaths heavier than his footsteps when he approached. “Oh, fuck me,” he groaned with a quick scan of the room.
In my chest, my heart was pounding. My blood roared in my ears. The dim lights in the bar seemed to get dimmer. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest when I tried to breathe. My throat squeezed shut. I swallowed.
“Logan—”
He closed his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. His heart was pounding too. I could feel it through the skin. I could feel it in his back. It challenged the speed of mine.
I gasped for breaths, pushing feebly against his chest. My eyes wandered around the damage. Glasses were broken and strewn around the lopsided stools. I sucked in a half-breath, choking on it and coughing. I met my own gaze in the remaining glass clinging to the frame of the shattered mirror that had once hung over the register. Bottles of liquor we had just counted were dumped, broken, or likely missing.
When my eyes landed on the message painted in red uneven, messy letters along the counter, my stomach sank. I told you whore. Realization punched me in the gut, and I dropped away from Logan’s arms to my knees.
“This is my fault.”
He shook his head, crouching down beside me. Logan kicked loose glass away from us. “This isn’t your fault at all.”
Was he serious? You will regret this. The man had warned me. I should’ve known that he was going to do something to retaliate. I should’ve never let my guard down. “Fuck, I’m so stupid,” I whispered, choking on the sob lodged in my throat.
“Stop it. You did nothing wrong.” The way he half pursed his lips emphasized that he believed it. I cried, the repeated sobs sounding like a burst of laughter.
