33. LOGAN
33
LOGAN
I hollow my cheeks and suck as Jaxon slides his cock back into my mouth. His thigh quakes beneath my hand as I continue to stroke him with the other. Moans and ragged gasps of pleasure fall haphazardly from his lips. He’s fucking my mouth with wild abandon, but is it because he can’t see me? Is he imagining it’s someone else? A girl? Rya?
That’d be a mistake, if there’s a grain of truth in it. I’m no girl, and I know exactly what I’m doing. I reach between his legs, cupping his balls as some unholy sound rolls off his tongue, and his fingers clench my hair tightly. Dude is so wound up he’s speaking in foreign languages. I tug, then squeeze, making him curse under his breath.
My heart thrums hard in my chest, pumping a ferocious need through me. I unfasten my jeans and draw the zipper down before diving a hand inside to stroke myself. I moan around his cock, and it twitches, releasing pre-cum into my mouth. The only thing better would be if he were touching me instead. As it is, it’s enough to make me miss a beat, then gasp for air. Fire ignites in every cell of my body, licking through my veins. Fucking asshole. My head spins as a war for dominance rages between us. Why does he hate me like he does? Is that what is making this so damn good?
“Fuck,” he grunts. “More. I don’t think we have much time. Make me fucking come.”
He’s right. I release my dick to focus on him, increasing my efforts as he gets a little out of control. He slams the head of his cock to the very back of my throat over and over again. Fuck. I can’t believe this is happening. I really fucking can’t. I roughly tug his balls, then go beyond, firmly rubbing the pads of my fingers over his skin, gliding them right up to the edge of his asshole.
He gasps, panting now, and the best part for me is I’m not even really moving my hand. With every thrust of his hips, he’s teasing the fuck out of himself. I thought maybe he’d argue with me touching him like this, but instead, he’s gone all in, deep moans escaping his lips as he loses himself .
He’s so fucking close, his entire body shakes with it. I want his orgasm, want to taste his cum on my tongue, and I renew my efforts until he tenses up, his chest heaving. “Fuck. Fuuuck. Logan. Suck it. Take it,” he demands in a breathy voice that hardly sounds like him.
The first spurt of cum hits the back of my throat, and I swear to fuck, I think he’s seeing spirits or something, because the sounds tearing from his mouth are unrecognizable. The taste of him rockets through me, and I drink down everything he has to give me. Fucking hell. Asshole. My fucking asshole stepbrother.
The movement of his hips slow, and I let him pull out of my mouth on his own terms. When he does, I drop my hands from his body, bracing them on my thighs.
“Come here.” His voice is pure gravel, his tone one I can’t help but respond to. I get to my feet, and promptly find my back against the wall, one of his hands at my throat, squeezing, the other on my dick as he jerks me with fast, efficient strokes. He hesitantly leans in, his tongue swiping over my lower lip. “Motherfucker.” He releases a shaky exhale, and then it’s on, his mouth colliding with mine. He groans as we battle. I can only imagine what he’s thinking, but he tastes himself on me, of that much I’m certain. Well, that, and the fact that it’s fucking turning him on .
Between us, his strong hand on my dick is too fucking good, and I’m quickly unraveling. My body trembles hard. The fact we know we’re running out of time heightens every single second of this madness. It’s sheer insanity. Soon, that door is going to fly open, and everyone at this party is going to see the two of us with our cocks out as we go at each other. The thrill of that possibility has both of us gasping and moaning until I’m on the verge of coming all over both of us.
“Knees,” I grit out. And to my surprise, there’s not an ounce of argument. He drops to the floor, takes my dick in his hand, and lets me plunge between his lips just as I lose control. The feel of my cock in his mouth, the suction as he swallows… I might black out. My mind grows hazy, and I find words spilling from my lips. “Jesus, fuck, Jaxon. Where did you—?” But I don’t get to finish my question about how he’s so fucking good at sucking dick because outside the door, the seven-minute alarm goes off.
Jaxon’s tongue swipes over me one last time, then he scrambles to his feet. “Fuck.”
I wet my lips, still hardly able to see him in the dark. In silence, we hurriedly yank our jeans up, fastening them while our breaths come hard and fast. My head is so fucking mixed-up right now, I reach out, touching his chest as I breathe his name. “Jaxon. ”
“Don’t,” he growls as the door opens.
The other participants in this lunacy stare at us as we exit, and even though it’s dim in the room, there’s more light out here than there was in the closet. A sudden feeling of exposure smacks into me, and my breath catches, unready to be dumped back into the room with everyone else. I want to be alone with Jaxon, ask him what the fuck his deal is. But no. We don’t have time for that.
I blink as I step out, then look over my shoulder, my eyes connecting with Jaxon’s. They’re dark. Probing. Defiant.
“Well?” Trip grins before signaling obnoxiously what was on our card by pantomiming the giving of a blow job to the group of onlookers.
Jaxon shoves past me, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at me as he addresses Trip. “You can give the full two hundred to him. He got on his knees for it.”
I huff out a breath, shaking my head at the audacity of what he’s saying. He’s the one who forced the issue. He’s the one who goaded me into it in the first place. He let me come in his mouth. My eyes pierce his as my jaw works to the side. “Fuck you. I earned mine, but you earned yours, too.” Fucked if I’m letting him get away with that sort of bullshit.
There’s a collective gasp around the room, and Trip hoots with laughter. He slaps a hundred-dollar bill into each of our hands. “Well done. Surprising, but well done.” He snorts as he turns to address the rest of the group. “Okay, everyone upstairs. That’s the game. Thanks for being fucking entertaining tonight.”
As people begin moving toward the steps, my eyes connect with Hazel’s. She stands, swaying dangerously on her feet while gawking at me with her mouth open. Oh, we’re going to have a time returning to the dorm with her in this condition. She’s absolutely loaded, the dilation of her pupils clear proof of her drunkenness. Her attention swings to Jaxon. She blinks, bringing her hands up to splay over the lower half of her face. Without a clue to how loud she’s being, she practically shouts, “Goddamn. You two are so fucking hot together. I don’t know why I never saw it before.”
Not what I needed to hear, Hazel. Not with what Jaxon just pulled.
Levi motions to me that he’s got Hazel and proceeds to usher her toward the stairs with the rest of those heading up to join the party. I glance down at the cash in my hand and, with a shake of my head, cram the evidence of my stupidity into my pocket where I don’t have to think about it.
Exhaling hard through my nose, I glance up, sensing eyes on me. Jaxon’s harsh glare bores into my skull as if I’m the one who’s done something wrong. Un-fucking-believable. My temper rising, I stride over to the only person deserving of my wrath and bite out, “You’re a real dick, you know that?” I dig back into my pocket, retrieving my share of the money, and slap it against his chest. “And you’re not fooling me. Keep all the money. That’s obviously what you were after.” Because, yeah. The picture is becoming clear. The job as an RA, this bullshit… He needs money. I can smell the desperation on him now, as surely as I know that whole scene in the closet was for fucking show. A means to an end. Even the attempt to give it away to me, he may have done it to save face, but I think the bigger motive was to piss me off so badly I’d give all the money to him.
What-the fuck-ever. I can’t focus on him right now. He doesn’t get another second of my time. I turn, scanning the large room for Rya, but she’s not here. My alcohol-hazy brain has my brow furrowing as I try to remember if she was here observing us as Jaxon and I came out of the closet—literally. Fuck my life. Is she freaking out? Goddammit. My chest heaves as my head spins like a drunken top. Where the fuck is she? A bone-deep need to find her and explain fucking everything hits me hard in the solar plexus, robbing me of breath. Rya. I want her to know nothing that’s transpired between us has been a lie. I’m so fucking in love with everything about her. I will always need her.
There’s no way Trip would have let Rya leave, so there’s only one place she could have hidden. Dragging in an uncomfortable breath, I hurry down the hall to the same bathroom Jaxon and Rya had disappeared into together during Friend and a Fifth. It kills me to think back to that night, to the two of them thrown into that game together. The way they’d hit it off. The way she’d succumbed to his charm. The way she’d simply forgotten about me.
I stand before the closed door, a ripple of unease moving through my body. Reaching for the doorknob, I’m halted by a hand catching my bicep. Jaxon’s hand.
Anger fires through me, and I crane my neck, glaring at him over my shoulder. Shaking him off, I unleash my fury, turning around and shoving him from me. “Fuck off, Jaxon. I have nothing to say to you.” Following me was a bad move. Dick . I’ve known every interaction with him has been a risk, and I should have listened to my instincts, because now we’re right back where we were, only now he’s really got me pissed. He’s using me, I can feel it. He just made everything we shared in that closet fuckin’ ugly. I won’t let him do that to me again. I’m done .
“Wait. Let me fucking explain,” Jaxon growls harshly, his dark eyes flashing.
I shake my head, throwing the door open with one hand as I look over my shoulder, meeting his insistent gaze. “No. That was fucked-up, and obviously you know it. But that’s what I’ve come to expect from you. Don’t know why I thought things were any different.” My jaw tightens, the muscles clenching. “Don’t know why I ever gave you a chance.”
He studies me for several seconds, his eyes roaming my face. I don’t give a fuck what he hopes to see there, but I’m not letting him off easy. Not for this.
A moment later, Jaxon’s attention shifts, his gaze narrowing over my shoulder. “Fuck.” His eyes widen in a way that has my chest squeezing without knowing why. “Rya.” Her name is a choked sound falling from his lips.
Something is very wrong. I feel it in my gut. In my soul. And in my heart as it thunders in my chest. Neither of us moves for what feels like forever, the seconds ticking by slowly. Every breath becomes a silent plea. No. Please, no. I turn, my worst nightmare unfolding before my eyes. Only, I can’t process what I’m seeing. My muscles seize up as horror rolls through me.
Rya lies sprawled on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Blood flows steadily from her hairline. My heart jerks and twists in my chest. She has to be okay. Because way down deep, I know it won’t be able to continue on without her.
Jaxon lunges past me with a howl of disbelief that has cold fear slithering down my spine. His savage cry shakes me to the core. “What the fuck?” he breathes out as he drops to his knees, hands hovering as if he’s unsure whether he should put them on her.
I don’t recall moving from the doorway to the floor, but all of a sudden, I’m with Rya, my heart thrumming an unsteady rhythm in my chest. The realization he’s checking her for her pulse takes my breath away. Anguish flows freely, and it takes everything in me to tear my eyes from her as I lift my terrified gaze to Jaxon’s. Somehow, through the unbearable thickness in my throat, I manage to allow my thoughts to tumble from me. “How much did she have to drink? She seemed fine when our names were drawn. We were only in there seven fucking minutes.” And so much had transpired in that time, including this. Guilt slices my heart to ribbons as panic washes over me.
“She was fucking fine . She only had two shots. I drank the others for her, like Trip said I could.” The unmitigated fear on Jaxon’s face I feel bone-deep, because it’s striking me down as well.
I hesitantly touch her, running the backs of my fingers down her pale cheek before pressing my palm to her scalp where blood flows freely. My mind screams in protest. She’s completely unresponsive.
There’s simply no way this is the result of two drinks.
While Jaxon pulls out his phone with shaking hands and uses it to call for help, I throw my head back and let loose a devastated roar of heartbreak and misery.
No way I’m losing her like this.