Toxic: Logan's Story (Torn #4)(32)

I couldn’t help but smirk at how domesticated he sounded. We were talking like we were an old married couple.

“Let’s order room service. I’m too tired to go out tonight.” I grabbed a menu off the hotel nightstand.

The prices inside were ungodly, but it was better than taking a chance of being seen in town before I was ready to let anyone know that I was here. I wanted the element of surprise on my side. If David knew I was back, it would give him time to prepare. I wasn’t going to let that happen.

Once room service arrived, Logan and I sat together on my bed, eating our food and watching TV. Everything was fine until the food was gone. It was like a switch flipped, and we’d gone from two friends hanging out to two people who were very attracted to each other and sitting on a bed together. I couldn’t look away from him, and he couldn’t seem to bring himself to tear his gaze away from me.

The temperature in the room went from cool to scorching hot in about two seconds flat. I waited, anticipation running through my veins like a drug, until he finally made his move. I closed my eyes a split second before his lips found mine. The oxygen was sucked from the room as I lost myself in his kisses. They were nothing like the one in the car. These were sweet, gentle even. My fingers found his hair and tugged on it until we fell back onto the bed.

I felt his hard body everywhere. My body hummed with need as I tried to press closer to him. Our kisses became fast and furious as primal instinct took over and controlled us both. He bit down on my bottom lip, and I moaned into his mouth. God, all I wanted was to feel his skin against mine.

I started tugging on his shirt, trying to pull it up and over his head. He pulled away, gasping, and gently moved my hand away from his shirt. I questioningly looked up into his blue eyes. They had darkened to a blue so deep that they matched the sea. The only thing I could see in them was lust. So, why had he stopped me?

“Too fast,” he whispered before kissing my nose.

“Too fast?” I questioned.

He nodded. “I’m not going to screw this up before we even get started, regardless of what my body is demanding.”

I could feel his body’s demand as it dug into my thigh.

“We’re not going to screw it up, Logan. Take what you want from me. I don’t care.”

He groaned. “Don’t say shit like that, Jade. It makes it ten times harder for me to get off this bed.”

I was about to tell him that there was no way in hell I would let him move when he pushed away from me.

“I’m going to go take a shower.”

I watched in silence as he dug clothes out of his bag and walked to the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door behind him, I let out a loud sigh. If he didn’t want to give me what I wanted, I’d have to change his mind. I could be very convincing when I wanted to be. Poor Logan had no idea what I had in store for him.





I was up early the next morning. Between my evening make-out session with Logan and the thought of seeing my family again, sleep had evaded me. After tossing and turning for several hours, I finally gave up and crawled out of bed. Logan was still asleep as I walked silently to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, so he couldn’t hear me moving around. I didn’t want to wake him up.

After relieving my screaming bladder, I washed my hands and then brushed my teeth. Once I was satisfied that I wouldn’t kill anyone with my morning breath, I wiped my mouth and stared at my reflection in the mirror. The girl in the mirror stared at me defiantly. She looked confident. She looked like she could take on the world. Well? once her hair was tamed and her makeup was applied, she could.

I closed my eyes and tightly gripped the sink. I vowed that it would be the only sign of weakness I showed today. I wouldn’t let any of them know how scared I was of what today might bring.

I started on my hair first. I’d let it air day last night as I slept, and it was a disaster. I washed it again quickly and then blow-dried it straight. Next, I applied mascara and eyeliner to my eyes, both black to make them look darker. I never bothered with eye shadow unless I was performing. Once I finished, I applied my foundation and checked myself over carefully. With my dark makeup and my hair flowing around me in black and red strands, I looked like someone no one would want to f*ck with. Sure, I was barely over five foot two, but that didn’t seem to matter when my body was living off of hate and anger. Those two emotions could turn anyone into the heartless bitch staring back at me.

Only, I wasn’t a heartless bitch, not anymore. When I’d left Crossville six years ago, I had definitely been one. But spending time with my band and Logan had softened me. While I was no longer heartless, I also wasn’t someone to be f*cked with. Being one of the few women in the rock industry, I couldn’t afford to ever let my guard down.

I crept back into the room to see Logan in the same position he’d been in earlier. Careful not to wake him, I unzipped my bag slowly and pulled out an outfit for the day that consisted of a T-shirt, jeans, and my Converse with the lime green shoestrings. I loved those f*ckers. They were by far my favorite pair. I grinned as I shimmied out of my sleep shorts and tank top before slipping on my Breaking the Hunger T-shirt. I totally planned to rub the band’s success in my stepdad’s face as much as possible.

“That’s a view I definitely don’t mind waking up to,” Logan mumbled from his bed.

I froze for a split second before straightening my back and turning to face him. I suddenly felt shy. Without the lust from last night running through my veins, I didn’t feel quite as brave as I realized just how much of my body Logan could see. I was standing in the middle of our room with nothing more than a T-shirt and a black thong. No one had seen me like this since Mikey.