Playing Games

Chapter 15

LOGAN POV

The first thing I hear is my name being muttered by a voice. I know for sure that it's a female voice, but it's still indistinguishable as to whose voice it is. It could be so many people, but it's still difficult to try and figure out who would be here.

"Logan." The voice seductively purrs, making all of my senses heightened.

My body heats up at the sound of my name being said like that, especially with how the voice says it so lusciously, wrapping her tongue around each letter. My heart instantly takes off at the sound of the voice, and I'm extremely desperate to search for the person behind it.

Thinking about that sends a slithery feeling down my spine, making my shiver. The goosebumps on my body are quickly removed as the room becomes so hot that it's almost sweltering. 

The room was empty, but the furniture is slowly beginning to form. My body is magnetically attached to a chair, and I can't move at all. There's nobody around me, but it feels like multiple hands are slowly caressing up and down my body.

My chest becomes tight as the atmosphere grows more heated, and I feel long fingernails slowly trailing up my arms and my back. My pants are becoming tighter, and before I know it, I have a full blown erection, standing to attention.

The voice keeps repeating my name over and over again, getting closer each time until it's extremely loud and making my ears ring. Those possessing, captivating eyes could only belong to one person.

Savannah.

Her green are are sparkling brightly as her entire body begins to move closer towards mine. Savannah's cheeks are red, and a naughty, mischievous grin spreads across her face.

"Logan, I know the truth." Savannah threateningly whispers, and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

All of that enjoyable heat and lust completely disappears as I hear that tone in her voice, and I'm confused and scared as to what she's about to say. Savannah knows something that I don't.

The truth about what?

"I know that—"

Her voice is cut off by a sudden pounding, which startles the both of us. I want to pull her closer, but she takes a step back as the sound gradually becomes deafeningly loud. Everything fades away, and there's a brief silence before reality comes crashing back in.

~~~

I jump, sweating heavily and breathing erratically because of the dream I just had. There's no way that was a nightmare, because as I look down, my erection is clearly noticeable. There was nothing arousing about how that dream ended.

Jesus Christ.

The image of Savannah climbing on top of me combined with the sensation of all of the hands rubbing and focusing my erogenous zones of my body makes a certain tingly feeling move throughout my spine, and the tips of my fingers become numb.

My body begins to cool down once her hostile voice begins to ring in my head about how she knows the truth. So many different things could be possible, but the only thing that seems logical is that she knows about Olivia. The idea of all of this coming to light makes me feel nauseous.