Deaf (Senses Series Book 2) (2 page)

After Erin decides on my outfit and assures me it will fit, I linger around, since she is my ride home, while she makes demands about the type of jeans C.J. should wear.

“I can’t wear these.” He swings the dressing room door open with an obviously displeased look on his face. “These things are hugging my boys a little too tight.”

Erin shoves her free hand on her hip. “Now you know why they’re call nut huggers.”

“Babe, only two things should ever be hugging my nuts and jeans aren’t one of them.” He wiggles his dark eyebrows at her and she growls out in disgust.

“Fine,” Erin sneers. “I’ll be back.”

As soon as she’s out of earshot he leans against the dressing room door clearly uncomfortable in his jeans. “Please tell me she doesn’t hate me as much as she pretends to.”

With a smile I lean back against the pillar I’m sitting on the floor beside.

Gross to sit on a department store floor? Probably. But I don’t see any chairs around and I’ve begun to realize that Erin is easier to handle sitting down than standing up. That’s why you’re handling her so well isn’t it?

“She doesn’t hate you.” I look at C.J. with a grin. “She actually really likes you.”

His green eyes light up as his shoulders finally relax in his green polo that makes them pop. “Yeah?”

He really is a good looking guy. Aside from the male model build, his features are sharp but inviting when he looks relaxed. Or when he’s being cocky.

“Oh God yeah. When it comes to guys she likes, think of Erin like an elementary school boy. If she pulls your hair or throws rocks at you, it’s because she likes you. Fear when she’s being
too
nice to you. It means something bad is coming.”

“Bad like knee to the nuts bad?”

“Bad like medical assistance is needed to remove your testicles from your esophagus bad.”

C.J. smiles at me and nods his approval. “So what’s got you in a funk?”

Quickly I shake my head. “I’m not in a funk.”

“She said with a funky attitude.”

I glare.

Anyone who spends too much time around Erin always starts to sound like her.

“Come on, talk to me. What’s up?” When I don’t say anything he sighs. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I could help? Obviously you and Erin don’t see eye to eye on the situation, so maybe an objective third party could bring in an extra perspective?”

Well there’s you! But wait, no…you aren’t objective…

“Fine. Let’s pretend there is a guy who has a reputation for being…well…a man slut—”

C.J. chuckles. “A man slut?”

“That’s putting it mildly. Anyway, he has a rep for being a man slut, but then all of sudden starts fooling around with this girl, but cuts off fooling around with everyone else, but then when asked if she’s his girlfriend, he says no. What do you make of that?”

“That Logan is chicken shit.” C.J.’s answer catches me off guard. With a fake innocent smile he says, “Oh, was I
not
supposed to gather that’s who this conversation is about?”

Was I that obvious?

“Anyone who has ever seen Logan look in your general direction for longer than five seconds knows he’s got it bad for you.”

“Apparently he didn’t get that memo.”

“He got it.” C.J. scratches the back of his neck. “He just doesn’t wanna read it.”

And how is that supposed to make me feel better?

“Look, Logan cutting off his pussy supply means big things. Honestly, look at his past. He’s used to getting any girl he wants, right?”

“And every girl.”

“Right, and now there’s only one he wants and he’s not getting her the way he wants, right?”

Intrigued, I nod. “Go on…”

“So he’s trying without trying. Instead of just going balls deep in it and saying, ‘Hey, let’s date’, he’s skating around it by making sure you know that if you enter that territory, you’re the only one in it. And while he may not be comfortable calling you his girlfriend—”

“Because he’s chicken shit.”

What? It’s nice to hear someone outside the group think of Logan in a non high fashion.

“Right.” C.J. tries to fight the desire to laugh. “While he may not be comfortable calling you his girlfriend because he’s chicken shit, it’s obvious to see he’s wandering that way. He just needs time. And opportunity. I’d say stay patient. He’ll come around.”

“Yeah? How do you know?”

“Because I’m in your shoes…” His response ends as Erin walks up with another two pairs of jeans in her hand.

“Alright, Mr. Bitch and Moan, I brought you two more pairs of jeans to try on.” Erin groans as she holds them out for him.

C.J. reaches for them while smirking. “If you had a rock right now, would you throw it at me?”

She lowers her eyelids to convey a bitchy look. “If I had a rock right now, I’d beat you over the head with it.”

He peers around her and gives me a wink before sneaking back off into the dressing room.

Immediately Erin spins to me. “Did he just wink at you?”

I shake my head and she quickly turns back around.

Here’s a hint for dealing with a Hart, never let them know if you’re playing both sides of something. It’s the only way to live, because if they find out you were secretly trying to do something to help them, or say help them find someone to fall in love with, they will commit bodily harm. No exaggeration. Logan tried to hook Erin up  behind her back once, a simple blind date with a guy who, looks wise, was totally her type. When they got home, she nailed Logan so hard in the nuts I thought he was gonna have to have them surgically removed. The thought alone makes me shudder. You too?

Do you think C.J. is right? Do you think that Logan is doing the only things he can think of to prove that he wants me to be…well his girlfriend? First, he wouldn’t fuck me in the car, now he’s taking me out on dates, and then there’s the added bonus that he’s not hooking up with anyone else. That’s gotta be something right? Wait. Didn’t Erin point out those same things to me just a little while ago? Do not tell her she was right.

Swear it.

“Hey Erin, what do you say we grab a drink after this?” C.J. strolls out kicking his legs in the new jeans to make more room.

“I would love to…but I have to take Maxx home.” Her fake attempt at pretending to be sad just makes him smile.

He’s always smiling at her. It upsets her, and he likes when she’s upset. I like when she’s upset. Hell, she deserves it sometimes too.

“I can drive your car home, no biggie.” My suggestion is followed by her snapping her head around.

If she were a comic book villain, and had the ability to shoot lasers out of her eyes, I would say she’d be the superheroes number one wanted criminal. Wow. See what happens when Logan insists on watching cartoons at breakfast?

“Perfect,” C.J. responds before she can object. “Dinner too? I’m starving.”

“Sounds perfect,” I say standing up and holding out my hand for her keys.

“Uh…could you excuse us for a second?” She grabs my hand drags me back towards the makeup and perfume area, a long distance from her date. Once she’s satisfied that we are far enough away, she snaps, “Are you crazy?! I don’t wanna have dinner with him!”

“Yes you do. That’s why you dragged me over here.”

“Maxx—”

“Look we both know you like him and want to go have a drink, so just do it. If it makes you feel better, tell yourself you’re just doing it so Logan and I can have some time to be alone.” My suggestion quickly wipes the irritation from her face.

“Are you two gonna talk?”

My lips press together.

That’s the thing about us. We don’t pressure each other to talk about anything. That’s probably the reason we have so much damn trouble with each other, huh?

“Fine, but if you’re gonna talk in Logan’s language could you at least not do it on the couch?”

“Deal.”

Erin lets out a long relieved sigh.

She really wanted to go out with C.J., but she didn’t
want to
want to go out. She’s just like Logan, I swear. Always ignoring what’s right in front of them. What did C.J. call them? Chicken shit. Yup. That seems fitting.

A devious grin creeps on her face. “One more thing.”

Terrified at the sudden change I stammer out, “Wh-wh-what?”

“Just a little trick.” She plops the clothes she’s been carrying down on the counter, grabs a bottle of cologne, and sprays one of the sample papers. After waving the strip back and forth she gives it a quick sniff then rubs it on my back.

Weirdest payback ever.

“What the hell, Erin?”

“This smell.” She tosses the strip to the side. “Is something like Tony would wear. And now that it is faintly on you, it’ll shoot Logan’s jealousy up a few pegs. Trust me. One of the oldest tricks in the book.”

“Of all the books you could read…”

“You’ll thank me later.” She fishes her car keys out of her pocket and hands them to me. “Drive safe.”

“I always do…” My answer is followed by a smirk as I stroll away. “Ride safe…”

Erin lets out a short giggle. “I always do…”

And I know what you’re wondering…and yes. Yes, I did mean that in a sexual way.

Chapter 3

Maxx

Arriving home, I walk into the house thankful that Luke’s car wasn’t in the driveway. The moment I lock the door behind me, my cell phone goes off alerting me I have a new text message. I check it as I slide off my flip-flops.

Aunt Caroline: I need you to come visit this weekend.

Surprised, I stop and stare at the text. I go see her every couple of months or so and just went for a visit not too long ago. Wonder what she could possibly need from me?

Is it an emergency?

I prepare to type back and ask her then I decide against it.

Nah. If it were an emergency she would’ve called. Right?

Me: I’ll be over Saturday afternoon.

Treading up the stairs, I’m slightly surprised when Logan opens his bedroom door. I figured I was gonna have to knock. And there, the walking sex symbol stands. Shirtless, slightly damp and with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Are you suddenly drooling? Because I am.

Cockily, like he knows just how beautiful he is, which he probably does, he leans against the door frame, one arm propping his body up.

Great. Now the towel is playing peek-a-boo. In fact, if we lean over just a little we can see—

“Wanna see more of something?” he says in a voice that is low and sticky with sexual implication.

Of course I wanna see more! We haven’t fooled around since that whole car debacle and honestly, masturbating is starting to make it worse not better.

At the top of the stairs, I drop my cell phone in my purse that’s dangling from my fingertips. Sensing he’s in a playful mood, I wet my lips, push my chest out, and innocently shrug. “Maybe…”

Raising his eyebrows, he lets out a light chuckle. “Maybe huh?”

In an attempt to keep the playful vibe going, I prepare to walk past him when he suddenly reaches out and gently grabs my arm to pull me towards him, my purse dropping in the process. While the initial pull was gentle, the softness disappears as soon as his body is closer to mine. With a quick motion, my back is pinned against his bedroom door, both of his hands are planted against it, caging me in. And where there should be a look of lust, there is a look of fury.

What did I do?

While I try to appear calm on the outside, the way my chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate, makes it obvious that I am anything but.

His blue eyes pierce into me while he keeps his tone low and firm. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Out.”

“With?”

“Why?” I manage to swallow the hunk of alarm that has grown in my throat.

Logan lowers his face so it is just inches from mine, the smell of his bodywash rinsing my senses of anything other than him.

I know he’s angry, but the combination of his smell and that look is making me wet. Oh. Shh. You know if you were right here you’d be wet too.

“Because you smell. Like. Him.”

Oh, so her little cologne trick worked. Don’t tell her she was right unless you want her throwing it in your face from now until you’re on your death bed. Hell, she’d probably even do it then.

Challenging Logan against my better judgment, I tilt my chin up in defiance. “And?”

His hands hit the door on both sides of me causing me to jump, startled.

Holy shit!

“And…we’ve discussed this.” His tone is shifting slightly from pure anger towards that of a predator. The slight change creates more moisture between my legs. Logan’s face lowers beside my ear and I can hear his fingers digging into the door. “This body, Maxx…” His tongue swipes the spot on my neck right below my ear. “Is. For. Me.” Another swipe. Instinctively, my knees buckle and that’s when Logan wedges his leg between my thighs to keep me propped up.

Logan’s hot breath shoots a tingling sensation across my body moments before his teeth latch onto my neck and I let out a small cry of his name, “Logan…”

Releasing my neck, his right hand slips off the door giving me a chance to slide by him, but when I make the smallest effort, he roughly pushes me back against the door. His eyes staring into mine again. “Don’t move.”

While I know Logan would never hurt me, the mixture of fear from his tone, and sex in his voice, has my body screaming like it’s being lit on fire. Goosebumps have broken out across my skin, my nipples are hard, and the wetness of my pussy is heavy enough to be soaking my thong.

This side of him isn’t one I have met often. The sex monster deep inside him. The one that doesn’t handle with care. The one that dominates. Expects to be in control and for you to obey. You wanna see more of this side of him too, don’t you?

His hands move from the door and roughly pull at my hips while his lips attack mine. They don’t push. They don’t press. They conquer. Own them. Enslave them to submit to every movement they demand. My body melts against his effortlessly when he shoves me back against the door forcefully. The dictating motion increases my body’s need to be taken.

God, I hope he screws me up against this door.

Logan’s tongue rolls around mine as I feel one of his hands yank at the button of my jeans, popping it open with minimal effort. Subconsciously, my hips roll against his cock that is straining underneath the towel.

His lips leave mine forcing a small whimper out of me as his hands grip my hips tighter, the slight pain is surprisingly a bit of a turn on.

Oh God. When did I become
that
kind of girl?

With a stern voice he growls, “I’m fucking serious, Maxx. Do. Not. Move.” I swallow the command that was delicious to hear. “Do only what you’re told. Understand?” My body responds by getting even wetter and with a sharp clench of my core. His eyes cut back and forth between mine. “Nod.”

I nod.

“Good.”

Is it? Is it good that I feel like I’ve stepped back into the 50s letting him boss me around like this? Is it good that the sterner his voice gets the more moist I get? Please tell me this is normal. Or at least that it’s happened to you once…or twice.

Logan’s fingers wrap around the edge of my jeans and give them a hard pull down to my ankles, leaving me standing before him in my t-shirt and neon green thong.

Why didn’t I choose something sexier? Maybe because I wasn’t expecting to be stripped searched today?

Without looking up he demands, “Step. Out.”

My legs lift up one at a time, my jeans now having made a new home on the floor of his room.

Hope they don’t contract some sort of new incurable disease. Not real sure of the last time he cleaned.

With several long deep breaths I get the courage to look back down and see Logan on his knees before me, staring at my pussy like he can’t bring himself to look away. His heated stare does the impossible. I’m now so wet that if I move my hips I will be coming in my panties.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look?” The question is said at my crotch before his eyes drag themselves slowly over my curves and up to meet mine. His eyelids are heavy with a lustful look, the blue gleaming with a hunger I’ve never seen. I feel uneasy and excited. “Answer.”

“No.”

While his eyes are still in mine, his index finger runs across my clit, the cloth of my panties creating friction that makes my knees wanna crumple, but I stand strong. I remember what Logan said.

“Maximus…” His voice seems to be throatier. “Do you taste as good as you look?” Before I can answer, he latches his mouth onto the outside of my panties right over my clit.

A startled scream escapes me as my orgasm threatens to shoot out already.

Pleased, his tongue rubs back and forth over the barrier, taunting me. Teasing me. The muscles in my pussy clench in anticipation, desperate for a release.

I whimper again, “Logan…”

His mouth frees me from the sweet misery for a moment. “Yeah?”

Through gasps, I beg, “Please…”

Logan’s finger starts a small gentle circle across my clit, barely touching it, my breath hitches at the movement. “Please? You want me to reward you for misbehaving? For trying to share yourself with someone else? You want me to reward you for forgetting that this—” His finger slips under my thong and inside of me. “Is mine?”

“Logan!” I scream out as my body falls apart underneath his finger.

Seriously? Did that just happen? I came from one push inside of me? I am such an embarrassment to women everywhere.

With a shit eating grin on his face, he whispers out, “Did you just come for me, Baby?” Slightly embarrassed I shut my eyes tight, hoping to erase the moment. Then Logan flexes his finger inside, adding fuel to the fire that’s already pumping through my veins at a ridiculous rate. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Logan.”

A light chuckle leaves him as he slides his finger out of me. “Spread ‘em.” I do as he instructs. Pulling my thong down, I stare down at him as he watches his own actions, the desire in his eyes even hungrier than before.

Surely he’s not gonna—

Logan’s mouth locks onto my pussy and begins a slow tasting session as he tosses my left leg over my shoulder. My eyes roll back into my head as I fight the urge to run my fingers through his hair to pull him into me tighter. To grip his mouth that is devouring me so that I can come again. And that’s when his tongue rolls around and gives my clit a suck, an unexpected orgasm shooting out of me.

“Oh God, Logan…”

He hums in approval but continues on his mission to pull another out of my body, one that I’m not sure my body has in it. However, that doesn’t stop him lashing, and sucking, and feasting on my pussy like it’s the only thing he has eaten in three days. My body is shuddering as my breath seems unable to fill up my lungs. Logan’s hand clenches my ass as his face buries itself further in, letting my pussy ride his tongue until that familiar ache is haunting me again.

There’s no way I can come three times. There’s just not.

With my eyes still glued shut, in what sounds like just air, I say, “Logan…”

One more small sharp pull on my clit, and push of his fingers at the perfect angle, and I lose it. My entire body convulses as my hands thread themselves through my own hair to pull it while my body arches against his greedy tongue that is enjoying every last drop. Around the time my body stops its massive trembling, the feel of his mouth slides off my lower lips with a kiss, before my foot lands on the ground gently.

Unsure of how to allow air back into my body, I remain frozen in place until I feel a finger under my chin lift my hanging head up. “Open your eyes, Baby.”

Lazily, I try to do as he instructs.

Fuck you, it’s hard. You try coming three times in a row like that and see if you can get your body to participate upon command.

Once they’re open, they struggle to focus through the passionate haze that’s been created. And as soon as it’s clear enough to see the sight in front of me, I feel mildly annoyed and even more in love than before. Logan is beaming at me like he’s just climbed the world’s highest mountain without an oxygen pack and planted his flag at the top.

His large palm rests against the door beside my face while he hands me my jeans and thong with the other. With a cocky tone he informs me, “You’re mine, Maxx. Try to remember that the next time that dipshit is near you.”

While I don’t mind him marking his territory, because frankly it involved multiple orgasms for me, does he really have a right to act like this? I mean, I’m not his girlfriend, remember?

The realization that we didn’t have the conversation I was hoping to have, and the fact that he’s not willing to claim me as anything more to the outside world, but expects me to behave as much, irks me slightly.  Not only because he thinks it’s okay to behave this way, but because I let him.
Remember, Maxx, act as if all this is no big deal.

Taking my clothes from him, I slide a sly smile onto my face and lean forward a bit. “Just because you lick it, doesn’t make it yours, Logan.” Shocked at my response he stumbles back slightly, and I use my free hand to push him casually out of my way. “If you’ll excuse me…”

I can’t believe I just said that!

My body stops after three steps, and I glance over my shoulder feeling the need to say one more thing. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that to make me yours, Logan Kellar.”

I walk off without saying another word, not waiting for his response.

Okay, yes fine! That was a lie! It doesn’t even take a couple orgasms for me to be his! I’ve been his since the first night he crawled into my window and laid his head on my stomach while I ran my fingers through his hair until he fell asleep. And I’ll always be his. But I need him to give me something he hasn’t given anyone else. Something to prove to me that he really does want me for more than just a quick lay. Proof that I won’t just be something for him to play with in between the long list of girls that slide into his sheets. I don’t need much from him, but I do need that.