5. Oh, Pretty Woman
CHAPTER FIVE
oh, pretty woman
LOGAN
TORONTO, CANADA
SUMMER 2021
I’m in love?—
Alright, no. No, I’m not.
I can practically hear my sister screeching, Red flag, red flag!
But whenever I look at Abi, when her whole face lights up and she draws me toward her like a magnet, I feel like the air has been sucked right out of my lungs.
“Oh my God, it’s so much nicer out here!” She giggles, fanning herself as the rush of cool air hits us. “I’m so sweaty!”
The alleyway is empty, and all I can hear is the music back inside the club. It smells like stale cigarettes, spilled beer, and the faintest hint of what I am pretty sure is urine. I try to push that last part out of my head.
I don’t want to think about urine at a time like this.
I’ve only known her for about half an hour, but she’s the hot goth girl of my dreams. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but I’m actually kind of glad I spilled that drink on her.
“Are you okay?”
She’s trembling and I brush a strand of hair away from her face.
“I’ve never made out with someone in an alley before.”
“Never?!”
Abi beams, relaxing a little.
“I take it you have?”
“Oh, all the time! I’m the King of Makeout Alley.”
She laughs.
“Is that what they call you?”
I love her laugh, this little witch cackle that’s making me blush.
“No,” I confess. “Actually, I’m a huge dork. I spend my time watching horror movies and reading textbooks.”
“Oh, me too! Do you have a favorite movie?”
No fucking way.
“The Thing.”
“A classic!” Her eyes glitter with excitement. “Wait, original or?—”
“Original,” I scoff. The two beers I had before that martini are starting to catch up to me. “John Carpenter just does it better.”
“I have to agree on that.”
No. Fucking. Way.
I reach over and cup her cheek, feeling her skin warm against my touch. She gives me a little quizzical look, her dark brows furrowing until a little crease forms between them.
“Do I have something on my face?”
It’s adorable the way she scrunches her nose up when she smiles.
“No!” I squeak, my voice breaking just enough to make me even more nervous. “I— I just can’t stop thinking about kissing you again.”
Abi grabs my tie and pulls me toward her until our bodies are pressed right up against each other.
“Well then, it would be wrong not to use this dark creepy alleyway for its true purpose.”
This is the most impulsive thing I’ve done in a while. A long while. Most of the time, when I meet someone new, I feel like the nerdiest person in the room, but somehow I charmed the shit out of her.
“That’s true, it really does have the perfect atmosphere.” I breathe deeply as my lips hover over hers. “We could fit a lot of making out in this bad boy.”
“Yeah?” Her voice has a playful and teasing edge to it. “And is that something you’d like?”
“If you’d let me.”
She licks her lips, her grip on my tie refusing to loosen. My heart starts to thump chaotically against my ribcage as I watch bright pink burn into her cheeks.
“I’d let you do a lot more than that.”
I sink into the kiss, pressing my body against hers as we devour each other. The combination of her perfume and the alcohol on her tongue causes something in me to snap. A growl rumbles in my throat and I start to grind against her thigh. She giggles, wrapping one leg around my waist as we deepen the kiss. I can still hear the pumping bass inside shaking the building like a beating heart, but I keep my focus on Abi.
And to think I almost didn’t come out tonight.
No, I think I’ll just stay home and work on this paper.
That Logan’s an idiot. I’m so glad I didn’t listen to him.
I slide my hands down her body, squeezing her ass. A sinful little moan spills from her lips as I tear my mouth away to suck on her neck. I hit a little spot underneath her ear that makes her gasp, and feel my cock start to strain.
Abi claws at my arms and down my back, gasping for breath as I find the slit in the side of her dress. I play with the fabric, teasing her until she grasps my wrist. We’re practically dry humping like a couple of teenagers on prom night.
“Keep touching me.” She guides my hand between her thighs. “Here.”
“Are you sure?”
Abi grins, and desire sinks its teeth into the back of my neck.
“Logan, I’m a big girl. I know what I want.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I’ve never had something like this happen before. Making out with random girls in alleys isn’t really my thing. A bucket list item? Absolutely. But it wasn’t something I ever thought would really happen to me… until now.
I tease her through her lace panties as my free hand glides up to her breast, tugging on a perky nipple before moving on. She shivers and I kiss her again, making gentle circles around her clit while I pull down one of the straps on her dress. She’s getting wetter by the second and I need more .
“Good?”
The answer comes in the form of a hungry kiss, and I slide a finger inside of her. She’s tight, quivering gently as soft shuddering breaths slip from her throat.
“Curl your fingers and press— fuck yes, just like that!”
I hear a thunk as her head smacks against the wall. Shit. I just wanted to have a good time, not give her a concussion.
“You okay?” I ask, pulling away a little to make sure she’s not seriously hurt.
“Got a little too excited.”
Abi blushes furiously, but continues rocking her hips with a grin, putting my mind at ease as I follow suit, and press soft kisses up and down her neck.
“Careful, beautiful. I can’t have you hurting yourself.”
“I’m fine,” she breathes, digging her nails into my back. “Worry about yourself.”
This is way beyond my own personal definition of making out, but I’m not about to stop now. I slide a second finger in and she melts at my touch. Who am I to deny a woman in need?
“Someone could walk out here any minute,” I murmur. “And you look so fucking pretty I don’t know if I could stop.”
“I wouldn’t want you to.”
“Yeah?” I’m getting harder by the goddamn second. “You’d let them watch?”
The way she looks at me sets my skin ablaze. I want her to rip this stupid shirt right off me. I wouldn’t even care if she popped the buttons. What are the odds I’d meet a gorgeous woman with an exhibitionist streak?
“Dirty girl,” I purr, pistoning my fingers until she starts to tremble.
Abi hooks one leg around me, her back arched and her tits thrust into my face. She’s practically begging to come, and I hope to god I get to spend the rest of the night watching her fall to pieces.
“Logan,” she gasps. “Logan, I’m coming!”
“Eyes on me,” I murmur.
Sweat on her brow, flushed cheeks, bitten red lips, and the light from the street makes her olive eyes pop. She shivers, clawing at me as her eyelids flutter.
“Good girl.” I kiss her, slowing the speed of my thrusts. “Good fucking girl.”
She whimpers as we break apart and I slowly slide my fingers out of her pussy, staring straight at her as I lick them clean. I want more. So much more. All I can think about is pinning her to a mattress and devouring her until we get a fucking noise complaint.
“I have a hotel room. Do you want to…” Abi winces, like she doesn’t know what she’s about to say until the last word comes falling out of her mouth. “Fuck?”
I let out the dorkiest chuckle I’ve ever heard as I finish cleaning my fingers. Abi blushes, flashing me a bashful smile as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you,” I murmur, wiping my hand on my pants. “I just didn’t expect you to read my mind.”
She gnaws on her lip, her big doe eyes sparkling.
“It’s been a really long time since I’ve been kissed or touched like this, and—” She grimaces. “God, I’m so bad at this.”
“I think you’re doing great,” I whisper.
And then we just stand there, staring at each other while my mind goes a thousand miles a minute. Should I do this? Will she regret it in the morning? I’m almost certain I won’t.
She pulls her dress back down, wobbling a little on her heels.
“Hey so, I don’t want to be rude but uh… How drunk are you? I don’t want to take advantage or anything.”
Abi grins, closing her eyes and stretching out both arms, touching her nose as she walks a perfectly straight line.
“How’d I do?”
“Tens across the board.”
And then a gut-wrenching realization washes over me; I can feel myself go pale in an instant.
Shit.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh…”
I can feel her disappointment as if it were my own…
And then I remember Frankie.
“Listen, my friend’s just inside?—”
God bless that fucking horndog. He’s always got a shitload of them.
“I was going to say, there’s a Circle K down the street. We could go there.”
I clap my hands together.
“Okay, here’s the plan: I’ll go talk to my friend. If he doesn’t have one, I’ll meet you out front and we’ll go on a little adventure.”
“Like The Fellowship of the Ring, but hornier!”
Fuck, she’s funny.
“I’ll text my friends, and order us a car,” she says softly.
“Do you wanna go half, or?—”
“Depends on the sex,” she giggles.
I’m a fucking mess right now, and I’m about to have my first one night stand.
Is it weird to be this excited about it?
“Okay. I’ll be right back. Promise.”
I rip the door to the club open, practically tripping over my feet as I sprint toward the dance floor.
“Alright, curly blond hair and...”
I turn the corner to see an ocean of white dudes, flailing around the dance floor in tank tops.
“Curse you, 80s night,” I mutter, shoving my way through the mass of rhythmically deficient bodies until I finally spot him.
It looks like he’s making out with someone, but without my glasses, it’s a little tough to see the details.
“Frankie!” I cry out. “I need you!”
People turn and glance over their shoulders, shooting me weird looks, but I pay them no mind. This is a fucking emergency. Literally. A fucking emergency.
Normally I’d never intrude, but tonight I have no qualms about striding forward, grabbing him by the shoulder, and tearing the two of them apart.
“What the hell, dude?!”
Frankie stumbles, giving me a shove back.
“I need a condom!” I bellow.
He blinks, wasted as hell. There’s beer spilled on his shirt and he’s got bright pink lipstick smeared all over his mouth. The brunette behind him is giving me the death glare, and I flash her what I hope is an apologetic smile.
“Frankie, please, I?—”
He grins, raising a hand and reaching into his jeans pocket and handing me an entire row of condoms.
“You just have these on you?”
“Hey, I was a boy scout,” he replies with a smirk. “Have fun— and remember, we catch that flight back to Seattle tomorrow at 1:00.”
I reach out to ruffle his sweat-logged hair, grinning like an idiot.
“O Captain, My Captain!”
Frankie snorts, giving me another quick shove.
“Get the fuck outta here, and be safe!”
“I will! I deeply appreciate your friendship!”
“That’s a weird thing to yell, man!”
But I have no time to quip back, I’m already shoving my way through the crowd, trying to make my way to the door. By the time I get outside I’m breathless, but there she is, waiting by a small white car with a little smile on her face.
She looks almost relieved that I showed up, like she was half expecting me not to walk back out that door, staring into my eyes like I’m the best thing she’s seen all year.
And then the driver honks his horn.
“I’m gonna start charging?—”
“Yeah, yeah!” Abi groans, rolling her eyes and climbing inside.
We buckle our seatbelts as the driver takes off, whizzing past people and parked cars in equal measure. Our conversation is… well, chaotic, in between the makeout session. She points out some of her favorite coffee shops and restaurants while I spend most of the conversation just staring at her. Eventually Abi’s hand finds my thigh, and she gives it a gentle squeeze, lighting up all my senses just as her purse starts to buzz. I try to ignore it as long as I can, but it seems to get louder with each passing second.
“Do you need to get that?”
“What?”
“Your purse is vibrating.”
“Oh!” Her cheeks turn bright pink. “I didn’t even notice.”
She rummages around in her bag for a moment before retrieving her phone, and it’s only a couple seconds before her expression shifts.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
I watch her jaw tick, and she turns to me with an exasperated smile.
“Yeah. It’s just been a weird day. My fiancé kinda dumped me tonight. Did I already say that?”
“You did.” I chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m cool with being a rebound.”
Ever wish you could hop just a few seconds back in time and punch yourself in the face for being a braindead idiot? Because once they invent time travel, kicking my own ass is going to be at the top of my list.
Actually, maybe it’ll be second, right after winning the 7 th grade spelling bee instead of Jason Sanderson.
That Scholastic Book Fair gift certificate was supposed to be mine .
“We don’t have to do this,” she says softly. “I can have the driver?—”
I reach out and grasp her face, pressing a sweet little kiss to her lips.
“Sometimes, my mouth opens and words come out before my brain can stop them. I’m sorry. That wasn’t cool.”
She’s blushing again.
I stroke her cheek, getting totally lost in… well, everything about her. Tears glimmer like little diamonds in her eyes, but she doesn’t let a single one fall.
“Let me help you forget, okay? I’ll buy you waffles in the morning. You like waffles, right? Everyone likes waffles.”
“I do,” she chuckles. “Thank you, Logan.”
We stop outside of a swanky looking hotel, the two of us each thanking the driver as we tumble out of the car. All it took was a single glance from this woman and I’m considering telling Frankie that I want to spend another week here, but…
Goddammit, that Flynn intensity is kicking in again.
I cannot freak this woman out.
The elevator ride is agonizing, and it’s difficult to keep my hands off her as people keep getting on and off at every floor. It takes an eternity to get upstairs, but when we finally make it into her room, her mouth is on mine again.
We’re tearing at each other’s clothing and stumbling toward the bed. Her fingers fumble with the knot on my tie and I hear a frustrated snarl as she breaks the kiss.
“How tight did you tie this?!”
Her angry little pout just makes me want her even more.
“It’s a Trinity knot.” My voice is a little sheepish. “I was afraid it would come undone.”
“More like an impossible knot,” she grumbles.
“I’ll be sure to alert the knot police.”
Abi snickers, the two of us working together to loosen it before she moves on and unbuttons my shirt, slipping it off my shoulders. My muscles tense in anxious anticipation. I’ve always been a little ashamed that I’m on the scrawnier side, but she just smiles, biting her lip as she drinks me in.
“Damn.”
The way her eyes dance around my naked torso gives me the kind of confidence that makes me want to take the lead.
“Look who’s talking.” I nip at her bottom lip just to listen to her moan again. “Let’s get you out of this dress.”
Whoever dumped this woman must be the stupidest man alive.