Chapter 10 #2
“Ah, I see. I would love for my car to be an Autobot, so I could change my car up whenever I felt like it,” I state, then I cringe inwardly.
Freaking hell. He already knows I am a nerd for Transformers, but it feels silly bringing it up in conversation.
“Now that would save me time and money.” He laughs.
He nudges my shoulder. ”Still think that Shia is the best?”
I scoff and pull back from him. “Of course. Mark Wahlberg is a good actor, but I do not think he fits the franchise.”
“Fair enough. What about the Furious movies? You still not watching the new ones?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I stopped after Paul Walker died. To me, they made no sense after that.”
He leans in, and I can feel his breath on my face “Now that, I have to agree with you on.”
Our gazes meet, my heart stutters in my chest, and it is like I cannot look away from his sweet blue eyes. I feel like he has trapped me and is not willing to free me.
Something passes between us. Logan must sense it too as he leans in closer, and his lips brush over mine. They are soft and warm, and make me want more.
The sensation of his lips pressed against mine is like a tsunami of warmth through my body. His hand settles around the back of my neck, keeping me close. It is commanding, sexy— and I like it.
A tingle runs through my body, while he kisses me.
His tongue dips into my mouth and I moan.
He tastes like coffee and something sweet. His grip tightens on me before he breaks the kiss, leaning his head against mine.
“Fuck, if I do not stop now, I will give everyone in the street a show.”
“Oh.” I blink away, leaning back and looking around.
No one is looking our way, but I still feel like we have been caught.
“Yeah. ‘Oh’.” He laughs.
Sipping my drink, I give myself a second or two to gather my thoughts. The coldness of the drink is helping to cool me down after that hot kiss.
I have dreamed of this man kissing me for years, but him being with Val was a big obstacle, but it seems like Logan is not having any issues with wanting to start something with me.
Logan fidgets next to me, I frown looking at the man who suddenly looks uncomfortable, he rubs the back of his neck, and Glory picks up on the sudden change from him.
My stomach starts to tighten.
She comes to me, resting her head on my thigh, as if she knows that whatever Logan is about to tell me I will not like.
“So listen.” He clears his throat, then takes a deep breath, looking anywhere but me.
Lead fills my stomach, as thoughts of I knew it was too good to be true settle in my chest. He regrets kissing me because of Val; it was all a ploy. To what end, I have no idea.
Freaking typical— they are not together and she is still getting in the way.
“It is fine, Crash. I think it is time I get Glory home. It was nice seeing you again.”
I see him flinch at me using his road name, but it seems fitting, to make sure that we keep that distance between us. I am a freaking fool for falling for it. This is the story of my life: always wanting things that I cannot have.
Oh well, lesson learned, again.
“Glory, come.” I stand and step past the table but he grips my hand.
“Wait. Fuck, I hate this.”
My chest cracks, my nose burns.
“Hate what? Kissing me?” My voice cracks from hurt and disappointment.
I thought there was a spark between us, after the way things were left the last time we saw each other. I clearly misread things.
Just great.
To think that a man can reduce me to this makes me angry; he is messing with my vibe and emotions.
His gaze shoots to mine, determination in his gaze.
“No. Fuck. I loved kissing you, fuck. I have been wanting to do it since the first time I saw you again,” he admits.
“I am confused, Logan. What do you hate?” I ask and he stands up, stepping into my space and I want to step back but my body wants him close.
He looks into my eyes and I see regret, his brow dipped, and his lips pressed tightly together.
“Have you seen or spoken to Valarie, since the fight? Maybe you two sorted your shit out.”
My eyes bounce between his. After a minute, it dawns on me— he didn’t just run into me. He sought me out to see if I have seen or heard from Valarie, to see if he could get information from me for his club.
Wow.
“You were not in the area, were you? You saw me and took the opportunity to come and question me, using my feelings for you, didn’t you, Crash?”
He says nothing.
“After everything that went down between Val and me, you had to know that I would not reach out to her, or her me. Yet, you thought to use me to get information for your club. I thought better of you,” I scoff.
“Then again, we have not seen each other in years, so I have no idea who you are anymore.”
“It wasn’t like that. I was in the area and I saw you here...” I cut him off.
“But an order came through from your leader, right? Told you to seek me out and dig for information. Was it by any means? The kiss to sweeten the pot, right?” Shaking my head, tears fall, and I sniff. “Stay away from me, Crash.”
I walk away, and this time he lets me, but I stop a few tables away.
“For you information, I have not seen or heard from your girlfriend. So tell that to your boss and leave me the fuck alone.” My voice takes a hard tone and he winces at how angry I am.
I walk briskly back home to my new condo. Glory whines and huffs the whole way back, showing her displeasure for what Crash has just done to me.
Why can’t I have a simple happy life, filled with a sweet man with a dirty mouth and dirty sex, mixed with plenty of orgasms?
Reaching home, I lock away for the rest of the day, and we binge on the new hot hockey TV show that has everyone heated. Maybe I need to stop reading biker books and try out some hot ice hockey romance.
“Men freaking suck,” I tell Glory. “Be lucky that all you have to put up with is a male sniffing your butt.”
She yaps in agreement and we snuggle down to get lost in some hot romance… something I will not be having for a while.