Toxic: Logan's Story (Torn #4)(77)

He was in great shape. I guessed he had to be when he dealt with strangers who were high and desperate for their next fix on a daily basis. The muscles in his arms were well-defined, and his chest was as hard as a rock. I loved curling up in his arms. I always felt like he could protect me from anything.

“I don’t want to make it worse,” I said as I located my clothes.

They were next to the door, making it obvious as to how they had come off. We’d barely made it to his room before he started stripping me.

“Your parents suck. Why do they care so much about you fighting? At least they know their kid can defend herself. Personally, I’d be proud,” he said as he stretched.

“They’re sick of me getting kicked out of school. They said something about college and doing something with my life.”

“I fought, and look at me. I’m living the high life.” He grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes even though I knew he had a point. He used drugs occasionally, but he sold more than anything, and he’d made quite a lot of money doing it.

“I’m sure they’d be so proud of me if I decided dealing drugs was going to be my career choice in life. I might even get the Daughter of the Year award.”

I still couldn’t find my underwear, so I decided to skip them. He grinned as he watched me pull on my shorts.

“Looking for these?” he asked as he held up my underwear.

I walked over to the bed and held out my hand. “Come on, I need to hurry. Give them to me.”

“Make me,” he taunted.

I grumbled as I went to grab them, but he held them just out of my reach.

“Damn it, Joel.”

He reached up and pulled me back onto the bed. “Maybe I don’t want you to go home. Maybe I should hold your underwear for ransom, so you’ll stay.”

“Keep them. I’ll get them another time.”

I tried to sit up, but he kept me pinned against him.

“Stay for a little while longer. We can light up and have some fun.”

“I can’t go home stoned. That’s just asking for trouble.”

“But you could go home thoroughly f*cked,” he said as he ran his fingers down my back.

I shivered. “I could, but I need to leave.”

“I’ll make it quick.” He started pulling my shorts down my legs.

“Joel…”

“Shh…you know you want to.”

Of course I wanted to, but I was already in so much trouble.

He silenced my protests as he rolled me onto my back. His naked body was tight against mine, and I could feel just how much he wanted me. He tweaked both of my nipples with his fingers, making me moan.

Fuck it. Going home will have to wait.

“Oh f*ck,” I said as he nudged my opening with his dick.

He leaned down and ran his tongue across my throat and then across my breasts. I arched my back, trying to get as close to him as possible. His hand traveled down my body to my core, and he started rubbing my clit. His dick was still teasing me at my entrance. I tried to adjust my body, so he would enter.

“I thought you had to go home,” he taunted.

“I do, but I thought you said you wanted to f*ck me.”

“Oh, I do. Grab the bedposts.”

I did as he’d said, preparing myself for his entry. He didn’t disappoint. He slammed into me hard enough that I had to hold on to the bedposts to keep myself from moving up the bed. I gasped out his name as he pulled out and ran his thumb along my clit.

God, I’m going to kill him for torturing me.

“Again,” I said as I shifted, trying to force him to enter me.

“You like it rough, don’t you, baby?” he teased.

“You know I do,” I groaned.

He ran his hands over my body before grabbing my hips and thrusting into me again. Over and over, he slammed into me until I was gasping for breath. He wasn’t gentle, and I hadn’t expected him to be. It was just the way we were. He liked rough sex, and I was happy to oblige.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to allow him to go deeper as I met him thrust for thrust. His grip on me tightened as he came closer to his release. I couldn’t hold out much longer either. I was so close. He continued to pound into me as he reached between us. He flicked my clit and sent me screaming into my orgasm. My legs clamped tighter around him as I came. His thrusts became harder and more erratic as he came with me.

My body went limp. Once my orgasm left me, I could see again. Joel was panting above me with his forehead resting against mine. After his breathing returned to normal, he slipped out and rolled over to his side.

“I told you I’d make it quick,” he said as he grinned over at me.

“Yay for you.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

He continued to grin as he leaned over, and then he kissed me. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

We both dressed quickly, trying to hurry. Now that I wasn’t staring at Joel’s naked body, the need to get home was strong. I knew I was in trouble, but I just couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. I was tired of spending all my time trying to figure out ways to get around my parents’ rules.

I knew fighting didn’t solve anything, but it sure as hell made me feel better. Since Joel and I had become a couple, I’d made quite a few enemies, especially from the female population, but I didn’t really give a f*ck. He was mine, and if people tried to come between us, I’d take care of them.