30. Magic Dance
CHAPTER THIRTY
magic dance
ABI
WINNIPEG, MANITOBA
PRESENT DAY
An hour and ten songs later, Logan and I are stumbling out the bar door, covered in sweat. I haven’t had that much fun in a while, and it would be a lie to say I’m not tempted to rush back in as the music blares behind us.
“Hot damn, those cowboys know how to party! This is the shit I was looking for back in Saskatoon!”
He digs his keys out of his pocket, his cheeks bright pink as he tries to slow his breathing down to a normal rate.
“Yeah, and you didn’t get punched in the face this time!” I reach over, lightly tracing one of the bruises on his cheek. “You’re healing up nicely, by the way.”
“Well, I had an excellent nurse.”
The desire in his gaze is a little too potent, and I have to force myself to look away or risk doing something that’s guaranteed to get us arrested. Luckily, the moment is quickly cut off by a series of little snapping and hissing noises at my feet. I jump back, doubly surprised to see the tiniest, dirtiest baby possum I’ve ever seen crawl out from underneath our car.
“Oh my goodness!” I stumble back a bit further as the creature hisses at me again, holding its ground like a little soldier.
Logan chuckles, crouching down to get a closer look.
“Look how cu— oh shit!” The possum lunges at him and he falls onto his ass, laughter bubbling up from his throat. “Feisty little thing, huh?”
“It’s cute, but… what if it has rabies?”
“Oh, fun fact,” Logan chirps as he gets back to his feet. “Possums actually have a much lower body temperature than most mammals, and it pretty much makes them immune to rabies!”
I stare at him in disbelief.
“Somehow, I’m both surprised and not surprised that you know that. It’s a very confusing feeling.”
He takes a few steps forward and the little guy retreats back under the car, Logan following as he crouches down to investigate.
“Where’s your mom, hmm? We’re not a daycare, you know. This is more of a mobile home, not great for lil’ guys like you.”
He slips off his shirt, carefully moving bit by bit until he’s able to scoop the animal up in one quick motion. He makes a little possum-burrito, bundling it up and holding it close to his chest to keep it from struggling too much; he beams, rocking the animal from side to side as it makes its screeching protests known.
“Can you head back into the bar and see if they have a box that we can put this little pumpkin in— yes, that’s you! You’re the little pumpkin!” He gushes at the furious creature, who’s continued to snap at him the whole time. “Yes, you’re absolutely ferocious !”
“Sure, but I think I’m gonna poke around for the mom first. She might still be close by.”
“Good idea. I’ll wait here with Jr.”
I rush around the small parking lot, getting down on my hands and knees to look under car after filthy car. I even trudge through some bushes at the edge with the hopes we’ll find a frantic mother possum looking for her baby. Unfortunately, they’re empty, which means Logan’s little pumpkin might be all alone.
As I emerge, I watch him bouncing the possum up and down like a baby all while he makes dumb faces at it. I pull my phone from my bag as quickly as I can, eager to capture the moment, and snap a photo that gets sent straight to the group chat.
ME
Logan made a little friend!
ROMAN
Do the parents know this strange man has their child? Is there an Amber Alert out?
FRANKIE
Why’s he shirtless? Abi, I have a lot of concerns right now.
ME
It’s a baby possum. We just found her!
IMOGEN
CUUUUTE! Show me more pictures!!
ME
She’s pretty spicy. Hissing a lot, too. Actually, I’m not sure if this little noodle is a boy or a girl.
FRANKIE
If she’s hissing at Logan, she’s definitely a woman.
IMOGEN
GOT‘EM!
ROMAN
Hahahaha!
“Abi, can you go find a box?” Logan yelps. “She’s wiggling!”
“Yep! Sorry!” I stuff my phone back into my pocket and run inside, heading straight for the bar.
The blonde behind the counter smiles brightly, her head whipping around fielding orders as I drum my fingers on the sticky wood, patiently waiting my turn.
“Forget something, sugar?” She asks with a smile, sliding some shots across the bar.
“I was wondering if you had a cardboard box lying around? We found this little possum out by our car and we want to… I don’t know, take her somewhere? Like a vet or something?”
“Oh! Give me two seconds,” she replies, rushing into the back.
I pull my phone back out while I wait, googling what to do when you find a baby possum.
I grumble, scrolling past the Ai-generated garbage until I get to some real results.
There we go: what to feed baby possums.
Egg yolks, yeast… goat’s milk? God, this formula looks complicated, where the hell are we going to get any of this tonight? There’s got to be a wildlife sanctuary close by.
“Here you go!” The bartender rushes back out, a little out of breath as she puts a small box on the counter. “Is that big enough?”
“Yes! That’s perfect, thank you so much!”
I snatch the box up and quickly make my way out of the bar, googling any place we could possibly drop the baby off as I maneuver through the crush of the dance floor.
There’s a local vet open 24 hours. They’ll know what to do.
I step outside to find Logan is sitting in the passenger seat of the car with the possum still bundled up in his shirt. When he turns to me he’s nothing but sweetness, his warm smile looking like it was right out of a movie.
And it’s then I realize just how fucked I really am.
I’m in love. It’s not just a fling. Well, it is, because it has to be. But I don’t want that. Do I? Could it be more than that? No. We made a deal. When the trip’s over, we’re back to normal. We both agreed, that’s the way it has to be.
I swallow everything, forcing a smile as I climb into the driver’s seat.
“This might be the angriest thing I’ve ever held— aside from when Iggy was a baby.” He holds the animal up, with only its little head poking out of his shirt. “I named her George.”
“A perfect name for a perfect possum,” I reply with a wry smile.
“Yeah, we thought so too.” He scrunches up his nose and lets the possum grip his finger with its tiny paws. “Isn’t that right, Georgie?”
“I think we should probably take George to a vet. There’s one about 30 minutes from here and it’s open 24 hours.”
Logan nods, letting out a long sigh.
“Alright Georgie, you got any music requests before we’re so unfairly torn from each other’s arms?”
“Maybe soft jazz? Chill her out a little?”
The possum snaps at his fingers again and he chuckles, booping it on the nose.
“Jazz it is.”
We arrive back at the hotel sans Logan’s shirt. Turns out, George got even angrier when we tried to take her out of it, so he just let the vets keep it. I think he was happy leaving a little keepsake, but it did mean we got a few weird looks on the drive back to the motel. And another as we walked past the front office.
“What a night,” he sighs, shutting the door behind us. “Line dancing and possum-napping… Canada’s pretty amazing.”
“Not bad for a bunch of hockey freaks who apologize all the time, eh?” I elbow him in the ribs, a little harder than usual.
Logan chuckles, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his forehead against mine. A wayward curl falls in front of his face and I brush it away. I don’t want anything to keep me from seeing those eyes.
“I’m gonna take a shower.” He slides his fingers underneath my shirt, gently grazing my skin until I feel goosebumps forming. “You in, King?”
“Yep! I mean… I would love that, yeah.”
My heart races, eyes trailing up and down his body. He’s less lean than when we first met, especially since he started developing some real muscle lifting weights with Frankie.
I lick my lips, slowly stripping off my own tank top and leggings.
It’s been so long since I’ve wanted someone to really drink me in like this.
“You like what you see?”
He’s blushing furiously, holding up his fingers in the shape of a camera.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he purrs, clicking the imaginary shutter.
I grin, shimmying out of my panties and toss my bra somewhere behind me as I strut toward him. His arm winds around my waist and he pulls me close, brushing a strand of hair away from my eyes just like I did for him.
“I mean that, you know. You’re stunning. It’s hard not to look at you someti?—”
I kiss him before he can finish, my eagerness overwhelming me. These little slivers of honesty are almost too much for my brain to handle. I need him. Now.
He leads me to the shower, making sure the water is hot enough before stripping off the rest of his clothes. I follow him in, still holding his hand, and we dissolve into more sweet kisses as the water washes over us. His soft hands roam all over my body, mapping out each of the spots on my skin that make me gasp or giggle. At this point I don’t think it’ll be long before he’s memorized them all.
His mouth is all smoothness and warmth; when he uses his teeth, it’s only to tease. He kisses the way I’ve always wanted to be kissed: slow, sensual, and fiery. His cock stiffens against my thigh as he tears his mouth away from mine, only to let it ghost down my neck and along my collarbone. Kisses trail down to my nipples, and I have to lean against the wall for support as he stops to suck and tease until I’m a squirming mess. It feels like everything this man does makes my knees wobble.
Logan pulls back, his chest heaving as the steam curls around us like smoke. I start to press my own soft kisses against his chest, working my way all the way down to hips.
His breath stutters, cock straining next to me as his fingers swim through my hair.
“You’re a little tease,” he groans.
I slip my tongue along the indent in his hips, batting my eyelashes as I gaze up at him. Water drips off the tips of his hair, trickling down his shoulders. He’s nearly angelic, but the look in his eyes is pure filth.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it, Sunshine,” I purr before wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and giving it a firm squeeze.
His eyes roll, his head rocking backward, as I start to stroke him. Slow. Teasing. Flicking out my tongue to lick the crown.
“I do. Oh, fuck, I really do.”
He’s pulsing in my hand, soft moans spilling from his inner depths. He’s so beautiful like this, and even more knowing he’s completely at my mercy. I didn’t think I had a dominant streak in me, but there’s something about Logan that makes me feel safe enough to try taking control.
I push myself up higher, letting a string of saliva dribble from my mouth and onto the head of his cock, and he lets out a deep and husky groan that sends a warm tingle down my spine. I give him a few more languid strokes, turning my hand in a slight corkscrew motion as I work. I can tell he likes this move a lot, particularly by the way his grip on my hair is tightening by the second.
“You want me to suck your cock?” I ask, my voice coming out raspy and low.
Logan nods and I wrap my hand around him more firmly, giving him a squeeze.
“Be a good boy and ask nicely.”
“Please.” His voice breaks halfway through the word and he sucks in another breath. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
I giggle, spitting on his cock one more time and watching it drip onto the shower floor.
“Good boy. All you had to do was ask.”
The flush in his cheeks is creeping into his neck and down his chest. When Logan blushes, his whole body turns red. I think it might be the thing I love most about having sex with him… other than his filthy mouth. And maybe a couple other key elements.
I circle the crown with the tip of my tongue before sucking gently on it like a lollipop. Tiny, little pulses that make him shiver above me.
“Can I try something?” Logan asks, his chest heaving. “Not that I’m not having a great time, I just got an idea.”
I release him, arching a brow as I look up from my spot, kneeling on the floor.
“I’m listening.”
“Put your arms over your head?”
I raise them and he immediately pins them to the wall behind me, fingers wrapped tightly around both wrists without an ounce of hesitation. He guides his cock up to my lips and slowly pushes himself into my mouth. I choke a little and he stops, using one hand to stroke my face as he studies me.
“Just relax for me, okay? I’m gonna be so good to you, Shortcake.”
It’s the most romantic thing a man has ever said to me with his dick in my mouth, which I know isn’t a high bar, but still. I groan as he pushes a little deeper, hitting the back of my throat. It’s hard to relax and breathe through it when my cunt aches for attention. I need to be touched.
Fucked.
Hard.
Saliva dribbles down my chin, tears already gathering in my eyes, but I don’t dare look away from him. He’s quite the sight, water glistening off his skin in the low light, accentuating the muscles he’s been working so hard on.
“You like this?” He groans. “When I use you like a toy?”
A choked moan is the only response I can manage, goosebumps covering my body. I don’t know if it’s his cock jammed down my throat or the way he’s talking to me that’s turning me on more.
His hips move faster, the pace growing more frenzied by the second.
“I’m gonna come— shit!” He pulls himself all the way out and starts to stroke his cock hard and fast. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
I do as I’m told, a mixture of water and sweat rushing down my face as Logan’s twists up in ecstasy. I love the way he looks when he’s just about to come, darkened eyes and apple red cheeks, all surrounded by the messy hair that’s stuck to his face.
I watch him stroke himself, the veins in his forearm beginning to pop as he picks up the pace. I want to touch myself so badly it hurts, but I’m doing as I’m told.
All I can do is dig my nails into my palms as my body begs for release.
With a final grunt of my name, hot ropes of cum land on my cheek and my tongue, but Logan barely takes the time to enjoy his climax before he hauls me to my feet and slides a hand between my thighs. My back arches the second his fingers slip inside of me, curling and stroking my G-spot. I’m in fucking heaven as he stretches me wider, digging my nails into his back as he goes. He glides his lips along my jaw, licking his own cum off my face before crashing his mouth against mine. Everything about this is frenzied, horribly messy yet tender.
Heat begins to build in my stomach and hips, slowly wrapping around me as it cascades down my legs. My body feels like jelly, but Logan holds me up straight, only tearing his mouth away from mine to nip at my ear.
“Come for me,” he purrs, sliding a third finger inside of me. “Be a good girl, and I’ll spend the rest of the night making you scream.”
The sound I let out is pathetic, jumbled words with his name thrown somewhere in there. At least, I think that’s what I’m saying. My head is so fuzzy, it’s hard to think about anything else besides how it all feels. Every touch, every kiss, just like that first night.
Until I’m a panting, quivering mess.