Chapter 10
SABBY
T he idea of sex on a pool table had, of course, flirted through Sabby's mind from time to time. She could only bend over the lip, a long hard shaft in one hand that she stroked firmly into heavy balls, so many times without the thought passing through her artistic, imaginative mind.
But she never thought she'd actually do it.
Still, as Logan swept her up into his arms and carried her to the nearest table, she knew what was going to happen. His lips were hungry on her neck, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
Her hips bumped against the edge of the table and Logan set her down, his hand coming up her back to the laces at the back of her corset dress. She'd spent weeks learning how to tie the dress by herself, and as Logan undid the lace, her top slid down, her breasts spilling out.
"God, you're beautiful," Logan murmured before his mouth found her breast. Sabby gasped, her head thrown back as waves of sensation rolled through her. No one had ever touched her like this, with such reverence and hunger combined.
Logan pushed her back until her body was laid out on the table, her hair spread out on the green felt and his body covering hers. The look in his eyes made her breath catch—there was desire there, yes, but something more. Something that made her feel precious.
"My fingers or my tongue?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the heat in his eyes.
The question surprised her. None of her previous partners had ever asked what she wanted. The consideration in his simple question made her heart race almost as much as his touch did.
"Tongue," she whispered, and Logan smiled before kissing her again.
As he worked his way down her body, Sabby felt like she was floating. His hands were gentle but firm, worshipful in their exploration of her curves. When he finally reached the junction of her thighs, he looked up at her with such admiration that she felt tears prick at her eyes.
The first touch of his tongue against her was a revelation. She'd never experienced anything like it—the warm, velvet pressure against her most sensitive flesh. She moaned, unable to contain the sounds of her pleasure as Logan explored her with exquisite attention.
"You taste amazing," he murmured against her skin, the vibration of his words adding to the pleasure building within her.
As he focused his attention on her most sensitive spot, Sabby felt herself climbing higher and higher toward release.
Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging in as the pressure built.
When she finally shattered, it was with a cry that she had to muffle with her arm, her body arching off the pool table.
When she came back to herself, Logan was standing beside the table, looking down at her with a mixture of desire and tenderness that made her heart flip. He'd removed his shirt, revealing a torso that made her mouth go dry.
She climbed off the table on shaky legs, suddenly feeling vulnerable but unafraid. With Logan, she felt safe even in her vulnerability.
"I want you," she said simply, turning to bend over the edge of the pool table. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her heart pounding with anticipation and something deeper, something she wasn't ready to name yet.
"You're sure?" Logan asked, his voice thick with desire but his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.
Sabby nodded, touched by his concern. "I've never been more sure of anything."
Logan stepped forward, his hands gentle on her hips as he positioned himself. The feeling of him slowly entering her was indescribable—a fullness that bordered on pain but quickly transformed into the most exquisite pleasure.
"God, Sabby," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You feel incredible."
He moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust, to feel every inch of him. His hands roamed her body, caressing and exploring, finding spots that made her gasp and moan. When he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder, she felt something bloom in her chest that went beyond physical desire.
As they found their rhythm together, Sabby lost herself in the sensations. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, and when Logan's hand slipped between her legs to touch her where they were joined, she cried out, a second orgasm washing over her in waves.
Logan followed her over the edge moments later, his arms wrapped around her as though he couldn't bear to let her go.
Afterward, they lay together on the pool table, Logan's jacket beneath them, their bodies still intertwined. He traced lazy patterns on her skin, occasionally placing soft kisses on her shoulder or neck.
"That was..." Sabby began, unable to find the right words.
"Perfect," Logan finished for her, and she nodded, smiling.
As they eventually dressed and finished closing up the alley, Sabby couldn't help but wonder what came next.
This had been more than just physical connection; she'd felt something deeper, something real.
But she wasn't naive enough to think that one night, no matter how perfect, guaranteed anything.
***
T he next morning, Sabby sat over her breakfast, feeling conflicted. She'd made so much progress on growing up since moving in with Jess. She'd finished high school, got a job, was doing well with her class work in college... and last night she'd had sex.
With a guy she'd only known for one night.
She couldn't regret it—it had been too perfect, too right in the moment. Logan had been attentive, considerate, passionate... everything she could have asked for. But now, in the harsh light of morning, doubt crept in.
Was this who she was now? The kind of girl who slept with men she barely knew? She'd always been so careful, so deliberate in her relationships. What did this mean for who she was becoming?
Sabby shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. The sex had been amazing, but that wasn't what bothered her. It was the feeling that she might have been just another conquest, another story for Logan to tell his buddies.
But that didn't feel right either. The way he'd looked at her, touched her, spoken to her... that hadn't been the behavior of someone just looking for a quick release.
"Hey, you okay?" Jess asked. Sunday was always Jess's rest day from the gym, her day to be what she called a 'rack hound,' lazing around and hogging the couch while conserving energy unless absolutely necessary.
"Yeah, here you go," Sabby said, laying the long, thick piece of kielbasa on Jess's plate before getting to work on the eggs.
"Thanks," Jess said, who was still somewhat hunger-addled after waking up.
She hadn't claimed the couch just yet, instead helping with brunch by mixing up her morning protein shake. "So how was work last night?"
"Eh, you know," Sabby replied, glad that her sister hadn't stopped by.
Saturday nights were normally busy, and it wasn't uncalled for to see Jess stop by on the way back to the house when Sabby was on shift.
But thankfully, Jess had had another meet-up, not quite a date, which made Sabby happy.
Her sister deserved someone. "Saturday night. "
"How'd your version of Unholy go over?" Jess asked, tapping another scoop of something into the blender. "I've heard you practicing it quite a bit, I thought you did okay. At least in the living room."
"Thanks, and about like you'd expect," Sabby said. "Bunch of getting ignored, and a couple of jerks booing me."
"Seriously, you had boo birds?" Jess asked hotly, turning away from the blender to look at her in shock. "That's bullshit, who were they?"
"Forget it," Sabby said, not wanting to revisit the harassment or what had happened after. "It wasn't a big deal."
Jess held up a hand as her phone started playing a ringtone, Soulja Boy's Crank Dat. Sabby tensed—that ringtone meant military calls. Most weren't anything serious, but occasionally they meant her sister would be called away on short notice, possibly into danger.
But this was just a text message, and as Jess typed back, Sabby relaxed. Finally, Jess put her phone down. "Fuck."
"Work problems?" Sabby asked, setting aside the conversation she'd been planning to have with her sister.
"Ah, kind of," Jess said before turning around and adding ice to the blender before blitzing her protein drink. A few seconds later she came over with the entire blender cup, which looked like it was filled with slightly thin mud. "I've got a new private, you know."
"Yeah, Hollywood," Sabby said, her stomach suddenly feeling hollow. "I do actually listen when you complain about work, Jess."
"Heathen," Jess teased in mock outrage, and Sabby stuck out her tongue, trying to maintain a normal facade despite her racing heart. "Anyway, I had to put my new guy on barracks restriction after Friday's training mess. I wanted him to get his head straight, and think through some stuff."
"I think you mentioned that," Sabby said carefully, feeling her pulse quicken.
"Yeah well, I just got a text from Devante Carson, he had barracks duty last night."
Sabby hummed to indicate she was still listening, and started scooping eggs and hashbrowns onto plates for her and her sister, trying to keep her hands from trembling.
"It couldn't have been too bad, if he's only texting you about it now," Sabby said, proud of how normal her voice sounded. "Don't those shifts finish up at like nine in the morning or something?"
"On weekends, yeah," Jess replied. "And you're right, nothing I need to get down there for right now. But my new guy didn't come back until nearly two in the morning last night."
Sabby speared a bite of egg, trying to look casual. "So you're wondering if Private Hollywood decided to head out into Blackstone for the night or something."
"Yeah," Jess said. "But, here's the thing I don't get. Devante said that he made sure the guy walked last night, he didn't want him to get drunk and try to drive."
Sabby's stomach clenched, but she nodded. "Um, yeah."