8

Wow. This one wasn’t wasting any time.

I stared at Ethan’s message, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. Coffee? Already? Damn, at this rate, he would be asking for my hand in marriage by next week.

I stole a glance at Logan, who was focused on the road, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel with rhythm. No music was playing, which meant he was either deep in thought or pretending to ignore me which, knowing him, was entirely possible.

I was about to type sorry Ethan, maybe some other time when Logan said .

“So, you and Ethan, huh? That was fast. Didn’t you just meet him, like, five minutes ago?”

My fingers froze. I turned my head, but he didn’t look at me, just kept driving, expression cool as hell, like this was just some casual observation and not him sticking his nose into my business.

Was he jealous? No way. Logan wasn’t the jealous type. He was the screw ‘em and leave ‘em type. I don’t do relationships type. But then again, guys are weird. 

Maybe this was some weird alpha male thing, some kind of battle over who got to claim the new girl. Or maybe he just didn’t like the idea of another guy getting something he once had.

Well, too bad.

I smirked and leaned back in my seat, making a show of lazily typing my response. “I don’t know, Logan. I think we are moving at a nice, steady pace.” I dragged out the last words, making them sound just the right amount of suggestive. Two could play in this game.

His fingers tightened around the wheel, just slightly, but I caught it.

Oh, this was fun.

“I didn’t take you for the nosy type,” I added, tilting my head at him. “Or do you just really like watching me text other guys? Get you all worked up?”

That did it. Logan’s jaw clenched, and I swear, for a split second, his eyes turned dark.

Oh, I was definitely winning this round.

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head like I was the funniest thing he had ever seen. “Let us just say you got my attention. But oh well.”

Oh well? Oh well? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

I rolled my eyes, deciding I wasn’t about to waste precious brain cells trying to figure him out. Right now, all I wanted was to get home, take the longest, hottest shower of my life, and maybe, maybe go out with ethan.

I glanced down at my phone. After a solid five seconds of internal debating, I finally let loose and typed:

Sure. What time tonight?

The car screeched to a stop as Logan pulled into the mansion’s driveway, parking under some shade. Then, without a word, he turned to me, his expression blank as hell.

But his eyes? Oh, his eyes were definitely saying, Get the fuck out of my car.

My cheeks burned. I forced a smile, gripping the door handle. “Yeah, uh… thanks for the ride.”

Silence.

Not a single damn word.

He just sat there, fingers drumming lightly against the steering wheel, like he had all the time in the world to sit and wait for me to get the hell out.

God, he was so annoying.

I reached for the seatbelt, pressing the button to release it only for the damn thing to stay stubbornly locked in place.

I pressed it again. Nothing.

I yanked at it. Still nothing.

Oh, come the hell on. Shouldn’t expensive cars come with seatbelts that work?

Logan let out a low sigh. “Hold on. I got it.” He reached across me, his fingers brushing against my stomach as he fumbled with the buckle. “Fuck, I really need to get this fixed.”

And then he leaned in closer.

That is when it happened.

His scent.

God help me, his scent.

That intoxicating, manly, ridiculously unfair scent of his completely took over my brain and sent it straight into the gutter.

One second, I was trying to get the hell out of his car.

The next? My mind was filthy.

Like would it be weird if I just straddled him right now? Pressed my soaked, aching pussy against his growing bulge and made him kiss me like he needed me?

Made him ruin me all over again, right here in this stupid car?

Maybe let him pull my shirt up, push my shorts aside, spread my legs just a little 

STOP. STOP. STOP.

Oh my God. What the hell was wrong with me? Could he feel the shift in my energy? Did I just radiate slut right now?

“This should do,” he murmured, still leaning over me.

And we made and eye contact and that is when I realized fuck.

His lips? Way too close to mine.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes lazily trailing down to my lips. Oh, hell. The way he was staring at them intensely, like he was mentally debating whether to kiss me or devour me whole.

And, honestly? I wanted to be devoured.

Then, with the smoothest, most sinful voice i had ever heard, he said

“I wonder how those pretty lips of yours would feel wrapped around my cock.”

Bitch, what?!

I choked on absolutely nothing. Air. Oxygen. My dignity. All of it, gone. My whole body ignited like a goddamn Fourth of July firework, my brain melting so hard I was surprised I didn’t pass out right then and there.

Logan knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. He leaned back, smirking like the asshole he was. “Seat Belts fixed. Bye.”

That was it? That was all he was gonna say after dropping that filth into my fragile, virgin ears?

I couldn’t get out of that car fast enough. I practically flew toward the house, heart beating, thighs clenching.

Why the fuck am I wet right now? None of this made sense.

“You are home late,” my mom called from the hallway, completely unaware of my inner turmoil. “How was your first day?”

I tried to breathe properly, turning my face into something not resembling a girl who just got verbally wrecked in a car. But then I noticed my mom was all dressed up, makeup flawless, heels on.

“My first day was…fine.” I heard footsteps behind me, it was Logan and for some godforsaken reason, I found myself saying, “I even got a date tonight. With this really cute guy from school. You look gorgeous by the way” 

Did I want to piss Logan off? Yes. Did I think it would work? Probably not.

My mom gave a twirl, showing off her dress. “Thanks and That is nice, sweetie, but you can’t go out tonight. Didn’t you hear? There’s a storm coming. You have to stay indoors and I have a date” my mom said as she flashed Logan a smile. 

And that was when I felt it, Logan standing just a few feet behind me. Close enough to hear everything. Close enough to make my pulse stutter.

Of fucking course.

“ How come you get to go on a date, but I can’t?” I huffed, crossing my arms like a brat.

“Because we will be flying out in a few minutes,” my mom said, checking her watch like she was some billionaire CEO.

Oh, right. Logan’s dad was loaded. As in, let’s take the helicopter to dinner loaded. What was I even expecting? This mansion was practically the size of a small country. Of course, the man probably owned a fleet of private jets, too.

“We are having dinner at an exclusive restaurant,” she continued, tossing her hair. “It is in a luxury hotel, so we will be spending the night at the hotel.” Then she shot me a look, her voice turning serious . “You and Logan will be safe, stay here until the storm passes. Okay?”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I wasn’t about to run out in a hurricane just to get coffee.

She flashed me a quick smile before disappearing, leaving me alone with one horrifying, brain-melting thought.

I was going to be stuck in this house. Alone. With Logan.

“Well, well, step-sister.”

Logan said. His voice was pure sin, all deep and teasing, making my stomach flip.

Before I could react, he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

“Guess that means we have the whole night to finish what we started.”

Fuck

God help me.