Panting for air, she broke away and wiggled out of his arms. As her face heated up, she pulled her fingers through his hair, holding it up in a ponytail.
"You're so cute! Like a little boy!!" She giggled, her cheeks bursting with rosy color, her eyes sparkling swirls of green and yellow.
"Little boy, huh? Come here, I'll show you who's a little boy!" With a quick swoop, he clasped her waist, pulling her back down on top of him. His hands entangled in her hair as he brought her lips back to his. As their desire reached a feverish peak, he cast aside any bad vibes about being in her marital residence, and began peeling off her clothes.
Kristen was caught up in the moment, her burning passion obliterating any fear she had of Logan appearing. She refused to let herself be ashamed of her intense need for Jake. Moaning with pleasure, she eagerly unzipped his pants, desperate to have him inside of her, and never wanting to let him go.
A few minutes later they lay completely naked, entwined in each other’s arms. She listened intently as Jake’s short, harsh breaths began to soften and slow down. It was difficult to abandon the feeling of complete satisfaction and relaxation, but she knew it wasn’t a good idea to linger.
"It's getting late, babe. I better pack. I can't even think about what I need," she fretted, rising in slow motion.
"Bring it all!" He didn’t want to release her. She shrugged at the suggestion. "Seriously, you should just bring everything... Move in..." His eyes were ablaze with passion as he pulled her back down.
"I can't Jake... Not yet.” She gently broke free, watching his eager expression turn sullen. She rushed to reassure him, "I want to though, really. Maybe soon. Come with me?" She held out her hand to him, but he rejected it.
In the back of her mind she was afraid to enter the bedroom. The expectation that Logan or an intruder were hiding there continued to paralyze her. As the fear intensified, she was unable to ignore the tremors rippling through her.
"Please!" Her eyes were wide and pleading as she held onto his broad shoulders.
With reluctance, he rose to his feet, pulling on his underwear and jeans.
When he entered the large master bedroom a peculiar feeling hit him. It was more than jealousy, and compelled him to wander around. Kristen was occupied in the depths of her walk-in closet, throwing things into overnight bags. He slowly walked past the expensive looking modern-age dressers, night tables, and lamps, inspecting everything in his path.
Sinking onto the huge bed, he eyed the mirrored white and gold headboard with contempt. So, this was where she slept with that bastard. Banged him. Where he hurt her?
His eyes slid over to the tall mirrored doors of the oversized walk-in closet. He could hear her rummaging around inside of it. He returned his attention to his reflection in the mirrors. Just as he had expected, it made the perfect showplace. The bed was angled in a direct line of view for everything that took place on it. Without warning, he felt the vibrations of their sexual activity rattling into his brain. Cringing with repulsion, he leapt to his feet.
Not wanting to be conspicuous, he sauntered over to the other closet and slid the door open very slowly. After ensuring she wasn't watching, he ran his hand along the rows of dress shirts and pants hanging with impeccable precision before him. He grimaced. There must have been hundreds of them. Fucking dick! Probably never even wears half of them!
"Shit," Kristen muttered, bending to pick up a box of makeup that fell to the floor. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of her birth control pills next to it. Without wasting a second she shoved them into her jean pocket, then shifted her gaze towards Jake. With a sigh of relief, she realized he was too engrossed in the paintings on the wall to have noticed. She snuck into the bathroom, her hands shaking as she opened the packet of contraceptives. Saturday's is still in there! How did I forget? Trying to steady her nerves, she popped it out, threw it down her throat, then immediately swallowed Sunday's pill. Almost choking, she went into a coughing fit. Afraid he would hear, she crammed her hand against her mouth and put on the faucet full blast.
It should be cool now. That should be fine. I missed one, take it right away... that's what the directions say. No problem.
Flushing the toilet to avoid suspicion, she stuffed the packet back in her pocket, took a deep breath, and headed back to the bedroom.
"Hey.” He returned to the closet, crouching next to her. "Everything okay?"
"Yep. Almost done!" She smiled, looking up from the bags.
"Good. I need some air," he mumbled, rising to his feet again.
Opening the front door, he peered quickly up and down the quiet block. It was deserted. He reached into his pocket, removed a gold lighter and inspected it. LGH was inscribed on the bottom. Not bad. He nodded with satisfaction as he shoved it in again, and went back inside. Just a little reminder of the situation at hand. If only he could get rid of the fluttering in his stomach.
LOGAN
All things considered, the weekend had been very rewarding. Sipping his wine, he checked out the action in the hotel bar. It was a trendy, high-end South Beach hotel, which meant the bar was booming with beautiful, tanned people in varying stages of undress. It was only 8:00 p.m., but the dance floor was already seething with the toned bodies of restless people, seeking stimulation from the pulsating Latin rhythms. He wasn't impressed by the music or the perfect women flocking into the club. It was more fulfilling to reflect on his recent condo acquisition that he was sure would be very profitable.
Against his will, his thoughts returned to Kristen. From her last text, she seemed very anxious to find out when he was returning.
Little bitch. She is probably dying for me!
He remembered her crying the night before he left. Maybe he was a little too hard on her. The sex was rougher than usual, but she knew that was how he had grown to like it. She wasn't as hard-edged as the sluts from last night, that was for sure.
Hey babe, having a blast, not sure when I'll be back.
Maybe a week or two. Don't wait up!
He reviewed his text, then sent it to her with a smile. He wasn't sure why, but he loved to spite her. Maybe this way she would learn to appreciate everything he gave her.
Throwing a ten-dollar bill on the counter, he rose from the stool, fixing his tailored blazer. With a flick of his hand he brushed his long blonde hair out of his face and scanned the room, looking for something delectable. It didn't take long.
"What's your name, guapo?" A beautiful Hispanic woman whispered, her lips next to his ear.
Logan let his gaze roam with seductive ease up and down her voluptuous body. Despite the fact that he had no idea what guapo meant, he decided to play it cool. His eyes settled on her full, lush breasts that were spilling out of the tight strapless red dress.
"Logan, gorgeous. What's yours?" He pushed a curly lock of burgundy hair out of her face. In her spiked high heels, she was as tall as he was, and her full lips were very tempting.
"I'll leave that up to you for now, handsome," she teased, her long lashes fluttering as she became serious. “But I’m not a hooker, so don’t get the wrong idea!”