Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
Salem
Steaming hot water pours over my body, easing the tension in my sore muscles.
I tip my head back and groan, tempted to turn the shower temperature up for the sole purpose of having hot water for once.
I don't even know how long I've been in here.
Don't really care, honestly, because with I Get Off by Halestorm blasting through my phone speaker and steam filling the space, it's magical.
For the first time in weeks, I’m alone. Not in the back of a truck or tiptoeing around bunks and bodies.
Just me and these four tiled walls. There isn't even a Logan waiting for his turn since he apparently left during the race to do something for Huck, and you can bet your ass I'm taking advantage of the solitude.
I can finally have some personal time.
Leaning back against the wall, I close my eyes, still feeling the rumble of the dragsters vibrating my bones. I part my thighs and dip slick fingers between my legs, almost flinching when I brush against my sensitive clit.
I don’t know if it was the smell of gasoline, the energy of the crowd, or men in uniform, but I've been achingly horny all damn day.
Waking up surrounded by Logan’s scent didn't do me any favors either.
I shake my head to banish the man from my thoughts and imagine the track once again, picturing sweaty guys pushing fast cars to their limits. What can I say? Adrenaline junkies turn me on. Probably why I had such a thing for Tay—
Nope, I will not think of him, either. Not when I'm about to finger myself. That just feels gross.
Huffing out a breath, I try again, conjuring up the image of Cowboy Harper to try and get myself off—his sinful smile, those blond curls.
But feel… absolutely nothing. What the fuck?
I frown at my hand moving between my legs and tweak one of my nipples, hoping for something to help release this tension.
I feel like a rubber band stretched taut.
The sight of Logan’s back yesterday suddenly pops into my head, the dimples on his hips, and an electric current jolts through my body.
A rush of warmth floods my palm, and I have to sink my teeth into my lip to stifle a whimper.
Okay, I absolutely hate that this is what does it for me, but I just want to come. I need to come.
Using both hands, I softly rub my clit again and push a second finger inside myself, rocking my hips once the orgasm starts to build. Memories of college run through my head, hurtling me toward the edge. All those time we’d video chat before we started fucking…
The screen blinks bright as Logan finally picks up, his face illuminated by the glow of his laptop. His hair is a little messy, shirt off, and he looks tired in that unfairly hot, end-of-the-day kind of way.
“Hey,” he rasps, voice scratchy. “Couldn’t sleep?”
I shift on my bed, my tank top slipping lower. “Nah. You?”
He smiles and leans closer to the screen. “Was about to pass out, but I figured if I didn’t answer, you’d break into my parent's house and stab me.”
“Correct.” I grin, biting my lip. “Missed you today.”
“Yeah?” He lifts a brow, his attention darting south. “You always call looking like that when you miss me?”
Glancing down, I realize that my shirt slipped lower than I thought, revealing a nipple. “Oops? Didn’t realize I was giving you a show.”
“Oh, but you did.” His voice deepens, dark and hungry enough that I shiver. “You’re evil.”
“Maybe I wanted to see if you’d finally admit that you think about me when you jack off.”
He laughs, head falling back briefly before he looks at me again. Fire ignites in his eyes. “I think about you constantly. Can't even go a week without remembering the way you sound when you come.”
I squeeze my thighs together, breath hitching at those words. “Show me. Come on. I won’t touch myself unless you do.”
“You’re lying.”
“Am I?” I rotate the camera slightly, giving him a tease of my hips and thighs, of my fingers skimming the hem of my sleep shorts. “I need you so fucking much.”
“Christ,” he groans, leaning back to give me the perfect view of his hard cock in those gray sweatpants. I don't even recognize the whimper that leaves my throat. “You’re gonna kill me, Salem.”
This time, I don't hold back, moaning loudly as I crest over the edge at the memory of our mutual jerk-off sessions. The reminder of how hot it felt to have him watch me touch myself. I'm so close, just on the brink of relief, my stomach clenching—
Knock, knock, knock. “Salem, are you coming out soon?”
The sound of Logan’s voice startles me, effectively killing my lady boner.
“Go away!” I squeak, putting my hands behind my back like I just got caught with them in the cookie jar.
There's a brief pause outside of the bathroom. “I brought you dinner, but it's getting cold. You've been in there for forty minutes.”
Scoffing angrily, I rewet my hair before squeezing conditioner onto my scalp. “I can shower for as long as I damn well please. Leave me alone.”
His heavy sigh reaches my ears over the running water. “It's Pad Thai with extra veggies.”
My stomach growls almost painfully at the sound of those words. Fuck, he knows my weakness.
After quickly rinsing off, I step out of the shower and run a towel over my body before wrapping it around my hair. Once it's secure, I throw on Tay's hoodie from earlier and fling open the door to the scent of oyster sauce wafting through the air.
Logan glances up from the glass of wine he's pouring, doing a double take as his gaze rakes down my bare legs. Something in his expression darkens and he returns his attention to the glass, hair falling over his brow to hide those honey eyes.
Shifting uncomfortably—mostly because my poor clit is feeling neglected—I zero in on the takeout containers spread over his bed. “You bought us food?”
With a shrug, he sets the wine on the nightstand without looking at me. “I needed something that didn't come out of a package. According to their website, this place makes their own rice noodles from scratch. The vegetables are fresh, too.”
“Thank fucking God.” I dive onto the bed, snatching up a container and shoveling food in my mouth before he can get another word out. It tastes so good, so chemical-free, that I groan around my fork as I chow down.
Logan lets out a choking noise, and I freeze when I glance up to find him watching me with an odd expression. It's then that I realize how ridiculous I must look—hair in a towel, no pants, a noodle stuck to my chin. Completely unsexy.
“Sorry,” I mumble, swallowing a large bite as I wipe my mouth self-consciously. Shit, when the hell have I ever cared about what Logan thinks of me? Or any man, for that matter?
He just tosses me a tight smile before picking up his own container. “By all means, eat. Just don't judge me if I stuff my face.”
The food turns leaden in my gut. Glancing into my lap, I set my noodles aside. “I shouldn't have said those things to you yesterday.”
“Salem, it's fine, just…” He blows out a breath and offers me a glass of wine. “Eat, okay? We don't have to talk about it.”
I accept the drink, sipping slowly while I watch him take a small bite. “I disagree. Taylor told me I was out of line. I'm sorry.”
There, I said it. Fuck you, Tay.
Logan's brows twitch, but he keeps his gaze down. “Well, as long as Taylor says so. He's all-knowing, right?”
I rear back at the harsh tone of his voice. “Dude, I'm trying to apologize here, but… never mind.”
Scooting off the bed, I start toward the bathroom, but Logan stops me by yanking on my sleeve.
“Wait, Salem, please.” He shakes his head. “I'm sorry, too. This meal was supposed to be my own apology, just… Take off his hoodie. Please.”
I scoff incredulously. “Are you kidding me right now? That's why you're upset?”
Logan’s jaw tightens at the corners. “Yes.”
Smacking my lips, I set the wine down before unwrapping the towel from my hair. It tumbles over my shoulders in heavy, damp waves, and I glare at him as I yank the hoodie over my head.
His lips part, a soft breath leaving his lungs as I crawl back onto the bed completely naked and grab my food. “There. This what you wanted?”
He swallows hard, a dazed glint in his eyes when they briefly glance between my legs. “I, uh… Let me get you a shirt.”
“Why? I'm totally comfortable like this.”
I'm totally not. My long hair brushes against my nipples, and the air on my still sensitive pussy only makes me hornier. Plus he keeps looking at it. The urge to clench my thighs for some friction comes on strong, but I resist.
“Salem,” he says in a strangled voice, trying to keep his focus on everything but my naked body. “I actually wanted to talk, but it's hard to think when you look like that.”
Raising a brow, I slowly slurp a noodle into my mouth. “Like what?”
Now it's his turn to glare. “You know damn well what.”
I don't miss the way he squirms, or how he keeps his food container securely on his lap to hide what must be a raging boner.
The knowledge that I can still affect him like this does absolutely nothing to help with the slickness forming between my legs.
Even when his reaction to me is still bashful and sweet.
“Fine.” I tug his blanket up to cover myself. “There. Talk.”
Logan takes a long drink of wine before speaking again. “How was your day?”
I freeze with a bite halfway to my mouth. “Seriously? How was my day?”
He tilts his head, genuinely confused. “I can't ask you how your day was anymore?”
Something twists inside my chest, and I toss the blanket—and my food—to the floor with a growl. “Sure, let's talk about my day, Logan. I've been horny. That's how it's been. Everyone around us gets to fuck like rabbits, but I don't get that luxury.”
He frowns at the mess of noodles on the carpet. “That’s going to stain. We won't get our deposit back.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Crawling over to him, I yank the container out of his grip, delighted to find the bulge in his crotch that he'd been trying to hide. “Looks like I'm not the only one.”