Chapter 17 #2
"So... how are you feeling?" he asked, noting it was nearly ten o'clock. "I'm not big on parking, but I don't know what else there is to do."
"Not much. We can call it a night if you want. You're probably exhausted after work," she said. Logan chuckled, inadvertently yawning at the mention. "It's totally fine. I've got work tomorrow anyway. But maybe next time we could do movies?"
"Movies?" he asked, and she nodded. "Where?"
"There's a mall about twenty miles away with a decent multiplex. But it has to be 2D."
"Why's that?" Logan asked curiously. "If it's a cost issue, don't worry. Barracks living is surprisingly cheap."
"No, it's that I'm in that small percentage who can't watch 3D movies," Sabby explained.
"According to an article I read, 3D works because our eyes send slightly different images to our brains.
Most people's brains create a 3D image from this, making a false image from two real conflicting ones.
But my brain refuses to do that—it tries to accept both images as true and reconcile them, which gives me a terrible migraine. "
"No 3D movies then," Logan promised. "I have to ask though, would your sister be okay with you dating a service member? If I had a little sister dating guys from my squad, I'd be concerned."
Sabby laughed heartily, clearly amused by something in his question. "I'm sure she's fine with it. But I'm not thinking about that. I'm just enjoying spending time with you, and maybe we can do some parking... next time."
Logan's chest flushed with heat. As he drove back onto post, Sabby's presence beside him felt magnetic. She directed him through the streets.
"Fort Pickett's housing is pretty simple. Turn left here, it's house 47A."
Logan parked and looked over at Sabby. "I'm not much for making out in the car, but I'd love to walk you to the door and give you a kiss, if that's okay?"
"Considering what else we've done?" she teased.
Logan blushed. "Yeah, look. Although I have zero regrets about us having sex, I'm not usually like that, Sabby. It was absolutely the best sex of my life, but I'd also like to do traditional date stuff, if you don't mind?"
"The best of your life, huh?" Sabby asked, and Logan nodded. "Good, same here. Despite my rebellious past, I'm relatively innocent sexually, and you... introduced me to new experiences."
"Experiences you'd like to repeat?" Logan asked.
Sabby grinned and nodded. "Absolutely. And I like the dating idea too. Don't worry, I understand that 'regular dating' for a soldier is pretty irregular. Just promise me one thing?"
"What's that?" Logan asked as Sabby took his hand.
"More head-banging tunes?"
"Pinky swear," Logan promised before escorting her to the door. The porch light was off, and as she turned to him, he pulled her close, her arms encircling his neck. "You're beautiful, Sabby."
"Prove it," Sabby whispered, standing on her tiptoes. In her boots, the height was perfect, and when their lips touched, he was overwhelmed by the essence of this cute, gothic, sexy woman.
His hands tightened, pulling her against him, and when his tongue entered her mouth, she responded eagerly.
Their kiss deepened, and Logan's hand moved down to cup Sabby's rear.
He squeezed gently, knowing that if she was sexually innocent, he should be patient. But her body felt amazing against his.
"Mmm... ass man, huh?" Sabby murmured, and Logan nodded. "Good, I like that."
"Don't tempt me," Logan growled as he felt himself harden. "Unless that's what you want?"
"God, yes," Sabby gasped, grabbing his backside in return. "I want you, Logan. I want?—"
Before she could finish, the front door opened, and the light switched on, momentarily blinding him. He stumbled back, blinking, but before he could focus, a familiar voice froze him in place.
"And just what are your intentions with my little sister and her ass... Hollywood?"
Logan blinked and saw an amused, casually dressed Sergeant Adams in the doorway. The porch light illuminated the nameplate by the door: SGT J. ADAMS.
"S... Sergeant Adams?"
"Sergeant Jess Adams," she replied with a smirk. She looked at Sabby, who appeared both aroused and ready to laugh. "You didn't even give him a hint?"
"Actually, I dropped your first name, but he didn't catch on," Sabby said, biting her lip. She turned apologetic eyes to Logan. "Sorry."
"N... no, it's okay," Logan stammered. "So what does this mean?"
"It means head back to the barracks tonight," Sergeant Adams said, holding the door open for her sister. "We're cool, but we'll talk when we're on duty. I'm not dealing with this on my time off. Oh, and put some ice on it."
"On what, Sergeant?"
"On those blue balls I know you're sporting right now," Sergeant Adams said.
Sabby pouted and nudged her sister, who sighed.
"Okay, okay. Quick goodnight kiss."
Sabby hurried over and kissed Logan again. "Not mad at me?"
"I can't be mad at you," he assured her, cupping her face. "You're too cute. But one thing."
"What's that?"
Instead of answering Sabby, Logan looked at Sergeant Adams, who raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Does this mean I can call you Sarge now?"
Sergeant Adams laughed. "You could have done that starting three days ago. Goodnight, Hollywood."
She went inside, and Sabby gave him another quick kiss. "Goodnight, Logan."
As he returned to his truck, Logan acknowledged that Sergeant Adams was right about his uncomfortable condition.
But despite that, and the strange twist this evening had taken... he felt oddly content.
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