NINE
DAKOTA
It had been a dreadfully long two days of being on campus and avoiding Logan as much as possible.
I contemplated skipping both his lessons, but I couldn’t let him have so much power over me. So, I settled for not sparing him a single glance instead. He simply didn’t exist.
After talking to both Daisy and Solace I stopped outside of Logan’s classroom with the intention of apologizing, but decided otherwise. What difference did it make? To him we were clearly over.
After today’s class I slipped into the library and not even ten minutes later Trey, the guy Logan caught me making out with at the Halloween party, slipped into the seat beside me.
“Hey mama,” he grinned, leaning over to kiss my cheek.
“Trey,” I hid a smile, continuing to read the page in front of me before making a note.
“I still haven’t forgiven you,” he rested his arm on the back of my chair.
My brows pinched together and I looked up to see brown eyes staring back at me.
Trey was handsome. Breathtakingly so. Dark skin, black hair, chiseled jawline with soft full lips and thick long eyelashes that I was utterly jealous of.
And, for the longest time, I thought he was the most handsome man I’d ever come across.
That is, until an asshole of a professor walked into my life along with his two best friends.
“The party,” he explained and it dawned on me. After the kiss I told him to follow me, and when we stepped inside, I ended up saying that I needed to go to the bathroom and I’d find him soon. Obviously, I didn’t find him.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I offered a genuine smile and got back to studying.
“I’m free now,” he shifted closer, his nose tickling the crease of my neck before he pressed a kiss to my skin and I chuckled, pulling back.
“Well, I’m not. Now go away,” I playfully shoved him back and he grinned.
“You’re hurting my delicate heart, mama,” he lifted a palm to his chest and I rolled my eyes. I pinned him with a stare. “Five minutes,” he placed his hand on my thigh, a sultry glisten in his eyes. Damn him.
Maybe getting with Trey will erase every and all traces of Logan. And then I could move on. Not to mention, Trey was by far the best fuck of my life. It’s the reason why after our first time together, I didn’t bother sleeping with anyone else. Just him.
“Fine,” I shut my textbook.
His eyes lit up and after I shoved my belongings in my bag, he took it from me, like he always did whenever he bumped into me on campus.
Trey slipped a muscular arm around my shoulder and we headed out. As soon as we hit the hallway he took my chin between his fingers and pressed a kiss to my lips. I smiled, staring up at him and of course his lips curled into the most clit tingling grin.
He stayed on campus, so his dorm room wouldn’t be too far.
* * *
Holding the bed sheets to my chest, I turned my head, staring at a sleeping Trey.
We kissed in bed, but as soon as he felt something was off with me he laid back, pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.
We allowed silence to settle between us before I looked up at him. “I’m sorry.”
He cupped the side of my face. “Don’t worry about it,” his thumb brushed over my cheekbone. “You wanna talk.”
I shook my head, snuggling closer with my cheek on his warm, bare chest. He simply kissed the top of my head and held me tighter. I couldn’t necessarily tell him that I was upset because my professor ended… well, whatever we had going on.
Eventually we fell asleep in each other’s arms, and guilt gnawed at me. This was the second time. I didn’t mean to lead Trey on, but when he kissed me, it just didn’t feel right. I tried to push out any and all thoughts of Logan but I couldn’t do it.
Careful not to wake Trey, I slipped back into my clothes, keeping his sweatshirt on as well. I leaned over, kissed his cheek and grabbed my bag to leave.
As soon as I was outside of his dorm room, I dug in my bag for my cellphone but couldn’t find it. Shit. I must’ve left it at the library.
Hurriedly, I headed to my car then went back to the main building. When I reached the library, my cellphone was nowhere to be seen. Fuck. I rushed back to the bookshelves I had been at until a lumpy textbook caught my eye. I almost laughed. My phone had been shut inside a textbook.
After successfully retrieving it, I sped walked through campus, ready to get home and end this day.
I stopped in my tracks, seeing a few missed calls from Logan. A deep crease settled between my eyebrows until a hand grabbed my upper arm, dragging me into a storage closet.
The door shut and I looked up to meet an angry Logan.
“What are you doing—”
“Where were you?”
“What?” I whispered in confusion.
“Chase saw you kiss and leave campus with another student,” he stepped forward and my stomach dropped. “So where the fuck were you, Dakota.”
I scoffed. “Unbelievable.” My arms folded over my chest and I kept his stare. “So first Chase completely avoids me and you reject me, and now he’s keeping tabs on me and you’re pissed I left with another guy?”
The muscle in his jaw ticked.
“I’m not your goddamn property or his. You don’t get to do as you please and dictate my life, do you understand Professor Hale?”
“You are whatever the fuck I say you are,” his fingers curled around my neck as he forced my back into the wall. “If you’re going to be a whore don’t make it obvious by wearing his clothes—” Smack.
My chest heaved as I stared back at him. “Fuck you,” I seethed, reaching up to grab his forearm. “Now let me go or I’ll scream,” I pushed his chest back but his hold around my neck only grew firm. Using his body, he pressed mine harder against the wall.
“You’ll scream?” He lowered his voice teasingly then slipped his hand down the front of my shorts.
Cupping my bare pussy in his hand, he lowered his lips to mine. Slowly, he pushed two fingers inside of me, making my bottom lip curl between my teeth. “Then scream,” he whispered.
His fingers pumped in and out of me and my face morphed into pleasure. “Logan,” I sighed in protest but my hips involuntarily bucked, grinding in his palm.
I moaned, riding both digits and my fingers wrapped around his wrist to pull his hand away but I couldn’t. I wanted this. I shouldn’t want this.
“He didn’t fuck this tight little pussy did he?” he asked, his tone carrying an unmistakable taunt and I shook my head, hearing him unbuckle his belt.
His fingers slipped out of me and he dragged my arousal up to my clit, teasing the swollen bud.
Effortlessly, he rolled on a condom before his tip nudged at my entrance. “Logan,” I breathed, looking down to grip his bicep. I had only been with two guys but the size of Logan scared me.
His palm slammed over my mouth before he thrust forward, pushing into me and I groaned, throwing my head back against the wall. He groaned too, desperately burying his face in the crease of my neck to lick and kiss my skin.
He gripped the back of my thigh, lifting my leg so that he could slide in deeper, and I moaned, shaking my head. “You’re too—” my words were cut off with an inaudible gasp. “Too big, Logan,” I breathed, gripping his biceps to push him back but he pinned my wrists above my head.
His lips smashed to mine and my heavy eyelids fluttered close. “You can take it,” he breathed against my lips and fuck, I wanted to.
He pulled back, a painful pleasure etched across his face and I fisted my hands.
Repeatedly, he hit the spot that made me see a million different stars all at once.“Logan, please,” I begged. “I’m so, so close,” I whimpered, arching my back.
The deep rumble in his chest forced my orgasm to approach sooner, and his fingers slipped between us to tease my clit.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he pressed his tongue flat against the base of my throat and licked up to my jaw, making my mouth gape open.
“This pretty little cunt was made for me.”
I moaned in agreement and his lips pressed to mine.
“You have to be quiet or someone will hear you,” he whispered and the mere thought made my muscles around his length tighten.
He whimpered at the sudden reaction my body had and glanced down between us before his dark gaze settled on me.
“You like that?” he asked, leaving a kiss on the corner of my mouth and I nodded then froze. Why did I just admit that?
“Such a filthy slut,” he pulled out then slammed into me and a choked cry left my throat.
His hand left my wrists and wrapped around my neck, making me squirm.
Fireworks of pure bliss erupted inside of me, and my nails dug into his biceps. His hand cupped and squeezed my breast, making heat coil in my core. The overwhelming sensations he caused was too much.
“Just like that, take all of me, fuck, Dakota,” he whimpered.
With a few more thrusts my orgasm exploded between us and his followed suit.
Panting, my eyes fell shut and his forehead rested on my shoulder. He pulled out of me and I used the wall for support as he disposed of the condom. I just had sex with Logan. Oh my God…
We fixed our clothes and with tears in my eyes, fearful of his rejection again, I reached for the door handle but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back to him.
“I made a mistake when I told you to leave,” he cupped my face with both hands and I averted his gaze.
“I had every intention of staying away from you but I can’t,” his hold on my face tightened and I finally met those soft hazel eyes.
“And when Chase said you left with him, I—” he shook his head, utterly defeated.
“Staying away from you isn’t what I want either, Logan,” I stepped closer, gripping his waist.
His eyes told me he was contemplating his next few words heavily. “It’s complicated,” he sighed, and it didn’t feel as though he was speaking about me being his student. It was something else. It felt the same as when Chase and Kaden caught us in his classroom.
I ignored his words. “Please, Logan.”
Slowly, he nodded as though he was convincing himself that this wasn’t a mistake. “On one condition.”
“What condition…?” I trailed off.