Chapter 21
Logan
There was no way I was letting either of us go to bed without addressing everything that had happened at dinner. She was either really upset about something or being a bratty bitch again. Either way, we needed to talk. Considering both Macie and Becca were home, it couldn’t happen here.
Me: text Macie and Becca and tell them we’re heading to the library to work on our next project for marketing
There was no response right away, but I heard movement upstairs. In the meantime, I got dressed and cleaned up a bit. Then I heard my phone vibrate with a text.
Ava: we don’t have a project in marketing
Me: They don’t know that
Again, no response. But when I heard footsteps in the hall, I opened my door.
“Where’s your backpack?” I asked. “Go get it and meet me in my truck.”
She was despondent with her slumped shoulders and sullen, downturned eyes. No spark in her at all as she turned and went back to her room.
I hustled out to my truck to warm it up and threw the bag I’d packed into the back seat. It was late already, after nine. Ice had started forming on the windshield. The light in her room went dark, and I anxiously waited for her to join me.
As she approached my truck, a slight smile formed when she saw me holding the passenger door for her. I held out one hand for her bag, the other for her hand. She obliged with both, and I helped lift her into her seat.
“Thank you,” she said, with a slight eye roll.
“No problem, Tink.” My smile and wink made her giggle. And my breathing calmed at the hope this would go well now that she seemed in a better mood.
There wasn’t any conversation at first, only the country music on the radio. She turned it to my favorite station before I got to my side of the truck. But the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. As we passed the entrance to the school, though, Ava spun in her seat.
“You missed the turn.”
“No I didn’t. Like you said, we don’t have a project to work on. We’re not going to the library.”
“So then why did I need my backpack?” she asked.
“Well, in case anyone is downstairs when we get home, silly.”
I drove as she intently watched our surroundings, no doubt trying to determine our destination. When I started leaving town and got on the highway, she looked even more confused.
“Don’t worry, Tink, I’m not stealing you. Sit back, it’s only about ten minutes from here.”
When I turned off the highway onto a dusty, remote road, her eyes lit up, wondering if I’d possibly lied to her. I smiled in her direction as the truck bounced on the bumpy road, making our way up the mountain. It wasn’t the biggest hill in the area, but it served its purpose.
Once I got to the outcrop I was familiar with, I pulled the truck over and turned off the lights.
“Take a look over there.” I pointed out her window.
“Oh my goodness,” she said in awe. “Is that campus?”
From this vantage point, the entire campus was visible. At night during winter, the view was stunning. So much more was visible without leaves on the trees. We may not be anywhere near a major city, but this was just as pretty from up here.
“It is,” I told her. “Found this last year when I needed some time to myself, which was quite often.” She looked back at me, her eyes soft.
But she couldn’t take her eyes from the flickering lights of the campus below for long.
“I’d come up here and just sit, sometimes for hours.
And think. While I was home, this was one of the things I missed most.”
“It’s beautiful, Logan. Thank you for bringing me here.”
We sat, taking in the view for some time, enjoying the solitude of the night. The undisturbed area was void of any homes or people on a road that led to an abandoned workstation. I was pretty sure we wouldn’t be bothered by our roommates up here.
“Ava.”
She turned in her seat, pulling her eyes from the view out her window, but didn’t look at me. Instead, she stared at her entwined hands in her lap. She shoved her feet onto the dash and blew out a loud breath.
“I don’t know what’s wrong,” she said. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch tonight, and I have no idea why I was.” The light of the moon caught her eyes as her head fell back against the headrest in frustration. She ran her fingers through her hair, causing it to stick up.
“Look at me, Ava.”
She turned toward me, and I faced her with my arm out for her to come closer. She scooted on the bench seat and came to my side, head against my shoulder.
“When I walked in and saw you and Macie having so much fun together, I don’t know, something snapped inside.” Her arm went across my body, as if holding me helped her let it out. “I became so jealous that she could act like that with you, and I couldn’t.”
“But…” I started, but she cut me off.
She sat up, a stern look coming over her face.
“No, don’t say it. There’s no way we could act like that as roommates, Logan. There’s no way I could do that, play around like that and…not want to fall into your arms and kiss you. It would be all over my face.”
And she was right.
She was absolutely right.
“We’re running out of choices, Tink.”
Her face fell. That’s not what tonight was supposed to be. This was supposed to fix things.
I took her face in my hands, held it, and looked into her eyes.
“We’ll figure it out, I promise you. I’m not giving up on us.” And then I kissed her. It had been days since we kissed. Too long.
Too long since my lips had tasted hers, since my tongue battled hers.
Both her arms went around my neck as she climbed onto my lap.
My hand struggled to find the button to push my seat back, our bodies tight against the steering wheel.
Grabbing her by the hips, I slid us across the bench to the middle, better able to spread out.
She fumbled with my shirt, struggling to get it out from behind me. Helping her, I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor.
“You’re next,” I said.
We were frantic. This was not like our other times, there was nothing slow and measured about it.
She tore her coat, then her shirt from her body.
I reached behind to unhook her bra, sad I couldn’t get a better view of her in it in the dark.
She peeled off the dark lacy bra and dropped it, revealing her smooth white skin underneath.
My mouth was drawn to the dark pink circle in the center of her breast, and I sucked on it deeply.
The feel of that metal bar and her taut nipple in my mouth made my cock hard in my sweats.
I held both breasts in my hands, pushing them together.
My mouth left her nipple, dipping between her breasts, lapping at her cleavage.
The mounds of flesh were soft against my cheeks.
“Logan,” she said, her words breathy above me. “Let me get my pants off.” She pushed up on her knees the best she could in the cab, her head against the roof. I undid the button of her jeans as she wiggled them down below her hips to her knees.
“I should have told you to wear sweats,” I said.
All I did was push my waistband down and pull my dick out.
She stared at it with amusement in her eyes as she struggled with her jeans still tight at her knees. I helped push them to her ankles as she kicked her shoes off. She pushed them off the rest of the way.
“We’ll make it work,” she said as she climbed back on my lap. “Wait, where’s your wallet?”
Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out the foil square. She grabbed it and tore it with her teeth, rolling it over my length all in one smooth move. Lifting her body, she centered herself over me. But I held her over me, not allowing her to lower herself.
“Logan, please,” she begged.
“Open your mouth, Ava.”
My demand was gruff, but she listened as I shoved my fingers inside. They ran along the inside of her mouth, her tongue, gathering her saliva to make her pussy ready for me. My fingers reached between her legs, rubbing from top to bottom, a finger probing at her entrance.
“Ah, seems you’re wet enough already.”
I grabbed my dick and teased her, pushing the tip in an inch. She tried to push herself down, but I continued to hold her up by the hips. I knew as soon as she lowered herself, all bets were off. This was going to be a hard, wild ride.
One that wouldn’t last long for either of us.
“Logan…”
She was desperate.
Without her realizing what I was doing, I pulled her down onto me, all the way onto my dick. Her hands went to the roof of the cab as her head fell back.
“Fuck!” she cried.
Her hips began rocking back and forth, grinding against me. Lifting herself slightly, she started bouncing up and down, her tempo erratic, her movements jerky due to the small space.
I slid to the side, my head resting against the passenger door, and pulled her closer to me.
Once her arms were around my neck, my hands on her ass, I pulled and pushed her atop my body.
My finger found its way between the crack of her ass, working its way down.
I gauged if she wanted me to keep going, to touch her there again.
When she pulled her ass apart for me, I had my answer.
My finger went to her tight hole, pushing inside as we found a rhythm that felt right.
Our faces were close, my eyes watching her as I brought her to the top of that hill of pleasure.
I loved knowing I was making her feel good.
Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her mouth open with small moans escaping as we rocked back and forth.
She pushed up on my chest, her pace increasing as she looked down at me.
The gleam in her eye before she threw her head back broke something inside me.
My hand left her ass and gripped her hips, digging my fingers deeply into her skin, as I forced her to ride me hard.
Eventually letting go, my hands went for her breasts as they swayed against her body.
I held each in my hands, squeezing them, feeling the walls of her pussy tighten against me as I did.
I was close.
She was close.
We were both almost there, as she continued to grind herself against me.
“Keep going, Ava, don’t stop,” I said through gritted teeth. “Don’t ever stop.”
My words made her movements increase in intensity, her body sliding across mine. She took over, and I surrendered myself to her as she pounded me from above.
“Fuck, Logan.” Her words were slurred with exertion. “You feel so good…”
She didn’t stop, and the sweat dripped from her brow.
“I’m coming, Logan, I’m going to come!”
And so was I. I released myself inside her, my body contorting under hers, every muscle contracting as I held on for dear life.
When I was completely empty, in every sense of the word, she fell on top of my chest. Her breaths were ragged as I rubbed her back, the sweat running down her spine as well.
“That was amazing,” I told her.
She remained against my shoulder, pressing small kisses against my clavicle as she lay there. Our breathing eventually settled as we continued to hold one another. Although I didn’t want to disturb us lying here, I did want to show her what I brought for us.
“Sit up for one sec,” I told her.
Reaching to the back, I grabbed the bag I packed. As I took the contents out, I noticed she pulled up her jeans and already had her bra on.
“You don’t have to put your shirt on, ya know?” I said, then chuckled. “I like how you look in that lacy thing in the moonlight.”
She sat back with a shy smile, complying with my wish.
“As long as you keep your shirt off, too,” she said.
I laughed and went back to my bag.
“It doesn’t look like we’ll need the blanket right now,” I joked, considering we were both still covered in sweat. “But I brought some food and drinks.”
On the bench between us, I put a spread together of cheese, grapes, salami, crackers, fig jam, and a bottle of sparkling cider. Complete with plastic flutes.
Ava’s eyes went wide, and her hand covered her mouth as she looked at the spread in front of her.
“Logan, when did you put this all together?”
The other day I’d gone shopping for all of this, hoping there’d be a time we could do a “picnic” at the house. But there never seemed to be an opportunity. Once I was done with the dishes, I packed the bag, knowing tonight it would come in handy.
“A man has to be prepared.”
“Well, this is amazing, thank you.”
We dove into the food, feeding each other grapes and cheese. She poured the juice into the flutes, and we clinked the plastic before taking a sip. It was nice, but it would’ve been nicer to not have to do it in my truck.
“I’m not going to pressure you, Ava. We’ll do what we need to for now to make this work.” I reached across the plate of food to kiss her on the nose. “And I understand about tonight, I do. But I’m not going to stop being friends with the other girls, either.”
She nodded.
“I know, I want you to be friends with them, I do. It was a gut reaction I had, and not a good one. But it was hard to see it.”
We continued eating, listening to music and laughing together.
She was more relaxed than she’d been in days. Leaning against her door, she appeared thoughtful as she held a grape to her lips, her eyes lingering on mine.
“As sexy as this was, and don’t get me wrong, Logan, this was sexy as fuck,” she said. “I don’t think we can maintain a relationship by fucking in your truck every time.”
“Well, no, we can’t, but we’ll figure it out.”
She leaned across this time, kissing me.
“We will.” She cleared her throat while staring at a ring she fiddled with on her thumb.
But she had me wondering, too, if we would make this work.