Road Trip

Road Trip: Chapter Ten

Somehow, and I had no idea how, Logan had managed to locate his dads car. We'd gone back to retrieve Logan's car, and he still managed to catch up with his dad. As far as my Mom and Matt knew, we'd been a couple cars behind them this entire time.

It seemed as though Grace hadn't been fully asleep last night, as we were all trying to enjoy our dinner in this little Italian place when she decided to ask why my Mom had been screaming. Safe to say we finished our meal quickly.

And because of Grace's little confession, my Mom decided to put Grace in with Molly and Lucille, meaning me and Logan had to share the room with two single beds. I wasn't complaining.

Slowly removing myself from my straddled position on top of Logan, we both let out one last moan as he came out of me completely, before I fell limp on his side, snuggling into his chest.

Pulling me closer to his chest, he ran his fingers up and down my back, resting his nose in my hair and inhaling deeply. "You're so beautiful," He murmured, kissing the side of my head.

Scoffing, I sat up, pushing away from his chest.  "You weren't saying that three days ago, Logan. In fact, you were calling me ugly. And fat." I almost growled, pulling my body out of bed, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over my head.  Looking down, I rolled my eyes at the length of the shirt. How could it fall from his shoulders and finish at his hips, yet when I wore it, it landed just above my knees? I really need to grow some more.

"Come on, doll. You know I was only joking," He said, brows raised slightly. Come to think of it, he actually looked a little scared.

"Jokes are meant to be funny, Reed. They're not meant to hurt" I retorted crossing my arms over my chest. Letting out a sigh, he rose from the bed. I'm not going to lie, it took a lot of effort and self restraint to not look at those abs. Or at little Logan.

Coming towards me, he wrapped his arm around my waist, basically knocking me off my feet and pulling me to him like I weighed absolutely nothing.  

Note to self: work on some muscles.

"I didn't mean those things I said. I was just trying to piss you off. You're not ugly, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And you're not fat, fuck- you're the sexiest woman there is. You're perfect," He nuzzled my neck, planting hot kisses till I all but melted against him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he brought his lips to mine, kissing me slowly.

This was different from our other kisses. All the kisses we'd shared before had been rough and rushed, but this, this kiss was slow. Passionate. It made every nerve in my body stand alight.

Pulling away, he pecked my lips once more. "Now, go get in the shower. Dads been going on for the past hour about getting a good nights sleep," He chuckled, pushing away from me and slapping my butt. Rolling my eyes, I reached for my toiletry bag, noticing he was pulling his boxers on.

"I'm gonna go for a smoke, I'll join you when I'm done," He winked, pulling on his jeans. Rolling my eyes again, I headed into the bathroom. I'd just turned the water on when I heard my phone go off. Grumbling, I made my way back to the bed, picking up my phone to see who wanted me.

But my phone was blank. Looking back down at the night stand, I realised it must have been Logan's phone. I should have left it- it was non of my business nor was it my place to pick it up. But who would be texting him at 10.30 at night?

Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached down and swiped up the phone. I really wish I hadn't.

Katie (Beth's friend)

Hey baby, you haven't text back all day. r u ok? I have more pictures to show u ;)

My breath hitched in my throat, and I cast my eyes to the door to make sure he wasn't going to come bounding back through the door. With shaky fingers, I unlocked his phone, going straight to the message app.

Scrolling up, I stopped at the very first message.

Logan: Its Logan. Beth gave me your number.

Katie: Rlly? I didn't think she'd do that lol x

Logan: I can get her to do a lot of things. Maybe I can get you to do a lot of thinks, too.

Katie: Idk if u know this Logan, but I have a boyfriend. Nick. Plus ur Beth's bro.

Logan: What he doesn't know wont hurt him. And Beth isn't my sister.

Katie: maybe. what do u have in mind?

I flinched when I saw the picture attached under her last text. There my best friend stood, her chest out on full display, fiery red hair falling like waves all around her. How could she do that to Nick? How could she do that to me? I'd told her plenty of times I didn't want her near Logan.

How had he even got her number? Scrolling back to the top, I checked the time the first text had been sent. My eyes widened as I realised how he'd gotten it. He'd taken it from my phone when I'd fallen asleep. I continued to scroll down.

Logan: good girl. I want another.

Katie: Don't I get one in return?

Logan: Depends how hard you can get me.

Again, another photo of Katie was attached to the screen, this time she was stood in front of her full length mirror at home-fully naked. He'd never text her back, and I knew why. After this picture was sent, he'd come and got in my room.

Fat, hot tears began falling down my cheeks. Dropping the phone onto the bed, I ripped of his shirt, throwing it to one side. Grabbing a plain white dress and some underwear out of my nearest bag, I pulled them on in a hurry, before picking up mine and his phone. Storming out of the motel room, I clocked him straight away. He stood up straight, a look of concern on his face.

"Beth, why are you crying? Are you ok-" I cut him off by chucking his phone straight at him.

"You're a fucking dick," I seethed, my voice coming out all high pitched and screechy. Next thing I knew, both doors to surrounding us flew open, our dysfunctional family all rushing outside.

"What's going on? Is everything alright?" Matt huffed, pulling his top fully over his belly.

Looking back at Logan, I gave him my best death stare.

"Everything's fine," I muttered, taking a step closer to Logan. "-looks like you can join my best friend in the shower, instead." I seethed, shoving past him roughly and into Molly's room.

Slamming the door behind me, I slid silently down to the bottom of the door, squeezing my eyes together tightly when Logan began banging on the door, shouting my name. The more he shouted, the more tears I shed, and Molly crouched down next to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and pulling me to her chest.