Road Trip

Road Trip: Chapter Six

Cracking open a most defiantly sleep encrusted eye, the first thing I was greeted with was this horrendously ugly red carpet.

Note to self: enquire about decorators at front desk.

Propping my body up on my elbow, I winced as my back popped into place.

Molly and Lucille were both sprawled out on their bed, dead to the world, and a quick check over my shoulder revealed that I had, in fact, woken up alone.

Pushing myself out of bed, I padded quietly to the door of our motel room, pulling it open gently. I didn't even need to step outside to see him.

He lifted his head when he saw me, taking the last drag of his smoke before flicking it out into the parking lot.

"You're up early" He stated, wiping his hands on his boxers before pulling himself up of the ground and wiping the rubble of his legs.

"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my hands up and down the exposed parts of my arms.

Wasn't he freezing in just those boxers?

"Just after six. I thought I should check on Grace and I needed a smoke," He said, his eyes trained on my face.

Nodding stiffly, I turned to go inside but before I could, Logan shot out his arm, his large, warm hand enclosing on my forearm and gently pulled me to him. Raising my eyebrow, I stood wooden and confused, not really sure how to act.

Had Logan been smoking pot this entire trip?

"Can I ask you something?" He murmured, taking a step so close to me that his nose brushed against my forehead. I'd like to say my own but hey, there was basically a foot in height different between Logan and I.

Nodding gently, I tilted my head back to look into his blue eyes. His beautiful blue-

Wait. Did I just say beautiful?

Get it together, Beth.

"You- you sure you don't see me as a brother, right?" He asked, running the hand that wasn't attached to my arm through that thick head of dark locks. Raising my brow, I tilted my head even more, trying to read his entire face.

"I think we have established in the three years we have lived together that neither yourself or I are ever going to see each other as siblings. That would require us to not actually wanna kill each other, Logan. So yes, yes I am sure I don't see you as my brother Logan. Why?"

Taking a second to study my face, Logan finally spoke.

"Well, fuck it then," He grunted, before taking the hand that was rested on my arm and entwining his long fingers through my hair. Before I could even ask what he was doing, he'd pulled my body flush against his and crashed his lips down on my own with such ferocity that it caused a pathetic yelp to leave my own. Logan took this as an opportunity to gently probe his tongue into my mouth.

I couldn't think. I couldn't breath. All I knew was that he was so warm and wet and inviting and it caused me to break free from the spell of shock that I was under, bringing my arms up to his neck and gripping his hair, kissing him back just as forcefully as he was kissing me.

He growled at this, biting my lip as his large hands ran down my body, skimming my hips and coming to a rest just under my butt. In one swift motion, he had cupped my bottom half and lifted my body up to his, shoving us into the wall of this dirty, seedy motel.

Breaking away from the kiss to allow me some time to breath, his hot lips left rough trails down my neck in a sensual dance of licking and kissing, causing me to moan. Every time I moaned, Logan would growl and push the lower part of his body between my legs. He was big and he was hard and I couldn't help but grind myself against him, throwing my head back in pure bliss when I felt the vibrations shoot up to my core. Bringing his lips back up my neck, he left a hot trail over my jaw before finding my lips again, needling his tongue against my own.

Eventually, after god knows how long, we broke apart. Logan rested his head on mine, and we were both breathing heavily. I was still pushed up against the wall, my legs propped around his hips, and slowly and carefully I untangled myself, sliding down his body. I didn't miss his moan as my core rubbed his, nor did he miss the slight jerk it made my hips do. When I was finally on my feet, I pushed gently on his shoulders, making him back away and give myself some space to think. And breath.

Deciding it was best to just go back inside, I pushed past him slowly. Resting my hand on his shoulder as I walked by, I lifted my eyes to see he was already looking at me.

"Yep, defiantly don't see you as a brother." I smirked, before pushing myself through the motel door, flicking the lock closed on my way back to my bed.