Toxic: Logan's Story (Torn #4)(12)

She shrugged, still refusing to meet my eyes.

I sighed as I studied her. “Let me guess. Step-prick?”

Again, she shrugged.

“Damn it, Jade. You should know better than to listen to an * like him.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I wanted to make her see that I meant what I’d said, but I leaned forward until we were only inches apart. Our breaths mingled together as she finally looked at me.

“You’re f*cking gorgeous. One of these days, you’re going to find a guy who’s smart enough to realize that. Don’t let the *s in your past make you doubt yourself, Jade.”

Her gaze dropped to my lips for a split second before returning to my eyes. “What are you doing, Logan?”

“I…I don’t know,” I told her truthfully.

All I knew was that her lips were inches away from mine, and I was thinking about doing something stupid. No, I wasn’t thinking about it. I was doing it. I leaned forward those last few inches and pressed my lips against hers. She sucked in a shocked breath as I kissed her softly. After a moment of hesitation, she started to kiss me back. I took my time, leisurely exploring her mouth with my tongue. A tiny moan escaped her as she raised her hands and ran them through my blond hair. Fire shot through my veins as she tugged on my hair. My hands slowly slid down her body until I was gripping her hips tightly to pull her tighter against me.

She broke the kiss unexpectedly and shoved me away. “Stop, Logan!”

I froze, unsure of what had just happened or what to say. “Jade, I—”

“Don’t. Just…don’t.” She scooted farther up the bed to get away from me. She sighed and ran her hand over her face. “Look, we’ve both been drinking. That shouldn’t have happened. Let’s just pretend that it didn’t.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s fine. I know you’re hurting and looking for a distraction, but I won’t be your rebound, Logan. I’m your friend, and that’s it, okay?”

I nodded as she stood up.

“I should probably go.”

I didn’t bother to answer. She was gone before I could even process what I’d just done.

You f*cked up. Good job, *.

I couldn’t believe that I’d kissed Jade. I was better than that. She was better than that.

I shook my head as I walked over to my bed and dropped down onto it. That couldn’t happen again. I wouldn’t use her like that. She was my friend, for Christ’s sake! I only hoped that she still would be after that monumental f*ck-up.

But the worst part was that I’d enjoyed kissing her.





Eighteen Months Later

I moaned before opening my eyes. I lowered my gaze to where some chick—I thought she’d told me her name was Nicole—was sucking my dick. She raised her eyes to look at me as her head continued to bob. Without thinking, I reached down and grabbed her hair to push her closer to me. She took the hint and took me deeper as she continued to suck on me.

I leaned back against the wall as I felt myself building. A minute later, I exploded. Lucky for her, I always wore a condom, regardless of whether or not the girls had said they were clean. I couldn’t be too careful nowadays, especially with girls who would suck me in the restroom of a run-down bar an hour after meeting me.

She released me and stood, and I peeled off the condom and threw it in the trash. I shoved my dick back into my pants and zipped them up. She frowned for a second before leaning into me. I almost winced when she ran her fingernails down my chest, but I caught myself at the last second.

“Are you done already? I thought you might return the favor,” she whispered huskily.

“What? You want me to f*ck you?”

She nodded, and I laughed.

“Sorry, babe, I’m not about to stick my dick in someone who’s willing to blow me in this disgusting restroom.”

Her mouth fell open in shock first, but then she became angry. “Fuck you, *. You’re the one who asked for a blow job!”

I shrugged. “Didn’t mean you had to say yes.”

I walked out of the restroom and headed for the door. I forgot about the girl as soon as I’d stopped looking at her. It was a shame really that she had done that for me. She was a pretty girl. I could see that even though she covered her features under way too much makeup. If she wasn’t such a slut, she would find guys who were interested in more than what she could do with her mouth or her *.

I walked out of the bar and headed for my car. I had almost an hour drive ahead of me before I would make it home. I would try to go to bars that were far away from my house in Morgantown. I didn’t want Amber or Chloe to know what I did on the nights I wasn’t home—not that Chloe would find out now anyway. She’d left with Drake three months ago to live thousands of miles away in L.A. A major label had picked up his band almost a year ago, and he’d moved out there to record. I knew they would be huge one day. They already had a large fan base, and their first tour was set to start in just a couple of weeks.

My thoughts drifted to the girl back at the bar as I drove home. She had been just one of many who I’d met and screwed around with all in one night. I’d been doing this for almost a year and the way these girls behaved still surprised me. It shouldn’t have though. I knew that all women were sluts—well, not all, but the majority were.