Pumped-Up Kicks (A Logan Lerman Story)

Chapter 31

Telly's P.O.V.

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Friday

A week passed since I found the note. 7 whole days. I was tossing and turning in my bed trying my hardest to get comfty. I wasn't able to sleep that well at all this pass week. It was deep into the night. Somewhere between 2 and 3 am. I desprately needed to rest. Something was missing. Something important. I sighed and sat in my bed. I climbed out of the bed sheets and walked toward my mirror. My skin was pale and my hair had lost its natural wave.

I shrugged and tied a lace robe over myself. My feet crossed the border into Logan's room through our studies. Darkness stared back at me. "Logan?" I whispered and craned my neck to see better. The doors to his bedroom were closed. Fingertips brushed over the cold metal of the handle before knocking. It slightly opened and faint light illuminated inside. I stepped in hastily and closed it behind me. "Logan. It's me."

" Really? I thought Harry Potter would come in for a visit." His sarcastic comment was terribly lame. His blue eyes landed on me. Logan walked toward me while I was pressed against the doors still. "Can't sleep either?" I answered no. His hands rested on my waist.

"I haven't been able to sleep in a while." I admitted and my eyes lowered. "I can't stop thinking that we made the wrong decision. That we're walking into a trap. Jared could most likely overthrow anyone he wanted to." His lips touched mine. Softly and then harsh. I reveled in the feeling it gave me. I craved his lips on mine every moment they weren't.

His teeth pulled on my bottom lip and I gasped. His arms wrapped around my thighs and I hooked my legs around his waist. My hands lost themselves in his hair. I felt us move toward his bed. I landed on top of him and tugged the hem of his shirt. It was thrown off and landed on the wood floor softly. He spun us over so now he was on top. His lips reached mine again and untied my robe. It fell off my shoulders as he moved to my neck.

My skin felt as it it were on fire as he sucked and lovingly bit every inch of it. "Logan...." I drew out his name and felt him smile. We both sat up and he slid the strap of my nightgown off of my shoulder. His rough fingers skimmed my collarbones before his lips did. His hands gripped my bare thighs tightly and I winced just a bit.

" Does that hurt?" Logan mumbled against my neck. He detachted and looked me into the eye while massaging my thighs.

"N-N-No." I could barely get the word out. I shook my head no as reassurance. He left small sloppy kisses all over my chest. His warm hands slid under my nightgown and ran all over my skin. I was completely hynotized.

" Ya know, Emmett would never let me do this. If he found out I would be dead." He burrowed his head in my chest and listened to my beating heart. It was pounding. Any harder and my ribs might break. "But I think its worth it. And he just won't find out." More small kisses were placed. They lingered. One thing led to another and we were under his bed sheets. Slow thrusts were felt and I didn't want this moment to end. ever.

In that moment I wanted to remember it all. The way his hands held my waist as he pinned me under him. The way his lips were on mine. They way they tasted. And the way I knew he loved me. Everythng about this was just perfect in some kind of way if not every way. We both finished and his body weight almost crushed me. His slightly damp hair tickled my face as he kissed my forehead tenderly. We stayed like that for a while. It wasn't until I heard him snore lightly that I realized I better leave. I slid out from under him and dressed myself before leaving. I left him sound asleep and returned to my room. It wouldn't look good if someone found us together naked.

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Too soon my maids were waking me up. Memories from earlier flooded my mind and I smiled small touching my neck softly. " Oh my lady. Your neck! It's covered in..." Alice couldnt finish her sentence. The other girls came and took in my appearance. We all shared a smirk and they helped me out of bed. Once again I was sitting in my bathtub with the water warm and the bubbles piled high. They scrubbed my skin and worked silently. I replayed everything that happened last night as they left to let me soak. I smiled at every detail. My hands ran over my soaked legs. To be honest they were sore. I pulled them from under the water. The bluish bruises were prominate. I traced them delicately with my fingers. They were all over my body. I was brought back to that one day. The day when it all started.