Road Trip

Road Trip: Chapter Seven

Pushing a stray piece of bacon around my plate, I made sure to keep my eyes down cast to avoid Logan's piercing blue ones. Mom and Matt had decided that it would be a good idea for us to get a 'hearty breakfast' in before we continued travelling. To be completely honest, I had no idea why Matt brought my Mom, Molly and I were even here.

I mean, I knew that Matt and my Mom really wanted us to be a family, but if I'm honest all of us apart from Grace were old enough to know we weren't. Trent especially was never going to see Logan and Grace as siblings, and if this morning was any proof that me and Logan defiantly didn't feel like brother and sister I don't know what is.

I guess Grace was just so young that she doesn't remember her family without us in it, and if I'm being honest with myself, I loved her just the same as I loved Trent and Molly.

Logan. Back to him. Why? Why did I do this to myself?

I hated him and he hated me and what in the world possessed me into thinking it was okay to kiss him? And to enjoy it?

After I'd gotten back into bed, I'd tossed and turned until 8am, when my Mom woke us all up pounding on the door. I couldn't sleep for the same reason I couldn't eat my bacon: my entire body was still alight with tingles from where his skin had touched mine.

I knew that we weren't related, hell, everyone we knew understood that we shared no blood line, nor did we ever see each other as siblings. Hell, the majority of the people we knew thought that we were going to end up together, but I never thought that it would ever happen.

Logan's hand, as heavy and as warm as it was this morning broke me out of my thoughts as it clamped roughly onto my thigh. I yelped, jumping in surprise and ended up smacking the tops of my knees onto the bottom of the table.

I heard Logan let out a faint chuckle, his hand moving slowly up my leg until it rested just before my shorts.

"Everything okay there, Beth?" Matt asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow in my direction. As I looked round, I realised that everyone else had matching expressions. Bar Logan, of course.

"Fine," I squeaked, running a hand through the tangled mess on my head. "Just uh, hiccups?" I'd wanted it to come out strong and confident, instead it came out weak and phrased more like I question.  

I was going to murder Logan.

"Right, well, as long as you're alright." Matt replied, sending me one last quizzical glance before returning to his conversation with my Mom.

Trying to be as discreet as possible, I attempted to shove Logan's hand from my thigh, but he simple clamped it around my arm, pulling himself up from the table, me in tow. Again, this caused everyone to look up at us, and I began to panic. No one can find out.

"Beth thinks she's left her charger back at the motel, we're gonna run back and see if we can find it. We'll meet you guys back here when we're done," Logan lied smoothly, basically dragging me out of the diner and shoving me into the car.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hissed when he got into the drivers side, not even taking the time to put on his seatbelt before abruptly pulling out of the parking lot.

"What am I doing? What the fuck are you doing? Parading round here in those tiny shorts, legs on show like some fucking art exhibit. And don't even get me started on that ass of yours," He all but growled, pressing his foot on the exhilarator a little more, making the car speed onwards down this tacky old road, heading back towards the motel.

"And if you honestly think I'm going to sit here whilst you tell me some other guy has touched you, kissed you, fucked you, and do nothing about it you're more fucked in the head then I originally thought."

His muscles were tense and taught, his jaw locking and unlocking with every passing second. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, to stop the car and let me out. But every word that left his mouth make my skin blaze and my spine tingle and a warm heat spread through my stomach, so I kept my mouth shut and my eyes trained solely on him.

It didn't take long to reach the hotel, and in a matter of seconds he was out of the car, had me out the car, and shoved me against the car door.

Looking into my eyes, I felt the warm tingle in my belly spread over my legs, and I had to bite down on my lip to stop the moan that was crawling its way down my throat. This caused his blue eyes to scan my lips. Grunting, he pushed himself closer to me, before parting his lips.

"Mine," He grunted, before smashing his lips back to my own. Our bodies were a tangle of limbs and skin, and somehow he'd managed to pick me up and carry us back to the room we'd shared last night. Kicking the door open, he all but through me onto the double bed Lucille and Molly had shared, before advancing towards me. Spreading my legs, he positioned himself to pull up my shirt, before leaving hot, wet kisses up and down my stomach. I moaned, arching my back into him and knotting my fingers into his hair.

Somewhere, faintly in the back of my head, I could hear a voice telling me we never bothered to lock the motel door and it was a good thing we had come back here because I'm sure the owners would have tried to charge us for that, but just like all other thoughts I had right now, And every time Logan kissed my skin and growled the word 'mine' against my body, my head got completely wiped.

Pushing myself upwards, I pulled my shirt of my body, blushing slightly when Logan's eyes locked onto my black bra. Leaning forward, I pulled of his shirt too, admiring the Greek God like torso that it revealed. He leaned forward again, unclipping my bra in one smooth motion, before attaching his lips to my chest. I feel back on the mattress, withering in pleasure and moaning and panting and rubbing my core against the hard bulge in his jeans.

We were defiantly gonna be late back to the diner.