Road Trip

Road Trip: Chapter Eight

Walking out of the bathroom, I stretched out my back, making sure that my bra straps were safely tucked away under my shirt. Logan was sprawled out on the bed, his jeans hung low on his hips, the tops of his black boxers visible. He looked like some kind of Calvin Klein model, and I looked like some kind of garden gnome.

Making my way over to the bed, I hadn't even made it to the mattress before he grasped my arm gently, pulling me over his body so I was sat straddling his belly. He let his hand skim slowly down my body, before coming to rest on my ass.

"We, we need to talk," He mused, his eyes running from my forehead all the way down to the place he'd just made very, very happy.

"I'm setting ground rules," He started before I could even answer is previous statement, "Number one, no one else from the male race may touch you. This," He paused to squeeze my ass, "-belongs to me. It's mine. You're mine. And in return, no one will touch me. Number two- well to be honest I can't think of a number two right now." He smirked, staring up at me, awaiting my reaction.

"Look, Logan. Let's be reasonable here, okay? Our parents are married, this," I paused to wag a finger between our bodies, "- is never gonna work. Yeah, we slept together. But maybe we should leave it at that. It happened in the moment. It didn't mean anything."

He didn't even respond, just pushed his hips up into my core, causing a low moan to dance it's way out my lips. I didn't even know he was hard.

Before I knew what he was doing, he'd flipped us over, my chest hitting the stiff mattress. I forgot all about that though, when his chest pressed roughly into my back.

"You wanna know a secret, Beth? I woke up this morning because you were trembling. I thought you were having a bad dream, so I tried to wake you up," With every word he spoke, a hard thrust would follow, and I was withering under him. I was so close. "-but you see, you weren't having a bad dream. You were touching yourself" He hissed, his teeth biting the lobe of my ear, causing me to moan even more. "You were touching yourself, moaning my name. I had to get the fuck out of there, before I carried on the job with your sister in the next bed."

It didn't take long for him to remove my shorts and panties after that.

Pushing myself out of the car, I winced at the slight ache that was starting in my lower legs. Matt and Mom stood up from their leant positions on the car, both sporting a very annoyed expression.

"Where the hell have you been? We've been waiting for over an hour!" My Mom yelled, her arms flapping wildly from side to side.

"Sorry Mom. I couldn't find my charger. I had to go pick up a new one" I lied, running my hand through my hair. I could feel the heat radiating from his chest slowly massage my back, and it took every ounce of will power I had not to jump him right then and there.

"Whatever, come on. Sylvia is waiting for us," She almost hissed, roughly climbing into the car and wrenching the door closed behind her. Confused, I raised a brow at Logan, and he simply mouthed 'my mom'. Nodding, I headed back to the car.

It felt like we had been driving for hours. Hell, we had been driving for hours. My bottom half was seriously going stiff, and aching from all of this mornings...activities. Logan noticed this, and seemed to have only one solution.

He steered the car, I controlled the gear shift, and he got me off with his free hand shoved up my shorts. To be honest, it actually did help. And I was sure to return the favour.

We were just sat quietly now, the radio on low, our fingers locked together and resting on my thigh.

"Can, can we talk about this for a sec?" I asked out loud. Logan's eyes flickered to meet mine quickly, before he nodded. "What, what are we?" I muttered, keeping my eyes locked on our hands.

Sighing, he squeezed my fingers a bit tighter. "I'm not gonna lie to you Beth, I don't do well with labels. And I'm not in love with you. All I know is when I'm with you, my dick gets hard. And I'm not as angry. And I also know I don't want anyone else to touch you. So you can decide where we go from there." He murmured, following Matt's bright orange car down the turn in.

"So it's settled then. We'll marry at 20, and have four children by 28. Maybe a dog." I mused, laughing when he let out a chuckle. Leaning back into the leather seat, I hummed quietly as he traced small circles on my bare thigh.

"Am I allowed to ask you something now, doll?" He asked after a few moments of silence. Nodding, I turned to face him again. "This Mikey that you...that you slept with. What was his last name?" He gritted out, reclaiming my hand in his. Giving him a quizzical look and gouging his reaction, I finally responded, "Why? It's not like I'm ever going to see him again."

"That's not the point. I still need to kick the shit out of him."

Letting a smirk slide onto my face, I pulled my hand out of his. He looked disappointed at first, but that all changed when I unfastened my seat belt, leaning forward and pressing my lips to the base of his neck.

"Pull over." I murmured against his skin, as I let my hand travel the length of his abs, before sliding into his pants. Letting out a grunt as I began to work him in my hand, he pulled the car off the main highway, driving down yet another deserted dirt road. Continuing to suckle on his neck, my hand moved faster as the car got slower.

We could always catch Matt and my Mom up later.