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CHAPTER 7
It was Friday after school. I was sitting in the library looking over French. Logan and I hadn't spoken since Thursday of last week. I was beginning to wonder where our fake relationship stood. I had my ear buds in and was listening to my Best Coast play list. If you haven't heard of them and you like the Beach Boys, I encourage you to look them up.
I felt someone approach my table. I looked up and saw Logan with a hand in his hair. He sort of smiled at me and I looked down at my homework. He sat down and unplugged my head phones from my cell phone.
"I know you're pissed. You have every right to be," he began. I refused to look up at him, "I'm sorry that I was being a tool."
"Why were you being a tool?" I glanced up at him.
"I don't know. Because I'm a douche? Let's not fight anymore, Boyfriend," he winked and grabbed my hand. I wanted to stay mad but sometimes he was so darn cute.
"We need to set boundaries," I said quietly, "in our contract."
"What kind of boundaries?" he looked confused.
"Well we can't very well let what happened on Mabon happen again... Can we?" I looked at him and watched his face for a reaction. Instead he just shrugged and smiled.
"I don't see why not. As long as you don't start getting feelings for me," he was so cocky.
"You mean as long as YOU don't start getting feelings for ME," I sat back in my chair and I saw a glimmer of nervousness cross his handsome face.
"Either way," he replied casually, "I don't see why we can't have the benefits of a real relationship without the strings attached."
"That literally sounds like the worst idea you have ever had," I crossed my arms at him.
"Actually the worst idea I ever got was to go swimming in the bayou," he grinned and crossed his arms right back at me. Part of me really wanted to suggest that we hook up with other people so I could continue my trysts with Blake, But another part of me didn't want Logan off with some random hoe like Jenna.
"So friends with benefits?" I asked him furrowing my brow. Gah, that situation in the woods behind his house really messed up the whole point of all this. Logan and I had been fake dating for almost a month and the whole thing was confusing and twisty and we were in way too deep.
"Sounds okay to me, Igan," Logan grinned, "So Blake is throwing a party tonight, and I was thinking we could go?" I tried to keep my worry to myself.
"That doesn't really sound-"
"You don't want to be breaching our contract do you?" Logan asked standing up, "aller à la soirée avec moi, sil vous plait?" His French was flawless. Go to the party with me, please is what he'd said. I glared at him for all that time I'd wasted trying to teach him a language he was fluent in.
"You breached the contract," I said defensively, "where were the daily kisses, and the hand holding, and the rides to school, huh? And how about my notes?"
Logan leaned forward and kissed me gently. Then he pulled back and did it seven more times, "there, eight kisses for the eight days I didn't kiss you. About those notes, I actually did write you one every day. I can give them to you later... After the party."
I pursed my lips and cocked my head still dizzy from all the kisses he'd given me, "fine," I said against my better judgment. Logan grinned and stood up, grabbing my backpack and putting my books away. He slung it over his shoulder and grabbed my hand.
"I drove here, Logan," I said as we approached his truck.
"That's fine, we can just come back and get it later. I need to get changed for the party," he replied opening my door for me. We drove out to the country where his cute little house was located. When we went inside we could smell incense burning and his mom was listening to some sort of meditation music.
"Mon Cher! How are you?" Charlotte stood excitedly and embraced me. I hugged her back.
"I'm just fine, how are you?" I asked beginning to get a headache from the strong scent of patchouli emanating from her.
"I'm doing a prosperity spell," she said with a shrug, "unfortunately patchouli is the best oil for this particular spell. I hate the stuff."
"Ugh me too, I didn't wanna offend you or anything," I laughed.
"Dear, it would be hard to offend me. Are you two going to that party at Blake's tonight?" she questioned.
"How did you know about the party?" I asked.
"She's a mom and a witch. She knows everything," Logan interjected before grabbing my hand and pulling me up the steps to his bedroom. He rummaged through his closet and I looked around his room. It was exactly what you'd expect a boy's room to look like.
A bunch of blues and blacks and magazines about cars. His football stuff laid in the corner. There was a little table that was decked out in things that were almost uncharacteristic. A statue of a naked man stood in the center and around him were a besom, a cup, a bell, a tiny cauldron, a dagger and a wand. There were crystals and silk hyacinth flowers and dried Cyprus branches. Pieces of fool's gold and gold coins and orange and yellow candles cluttered the table.
"What's this?" I asked as Logan emerged from his closet in only his underwear.
"Oh, it's my altar," He was holding a couple different shirts. One was a black t-shirt with a red flannel button up over it. The other was a gray v-neck under a black leather jacket.
"The gray one," I said affirmatively, "who's the altar to?"
"Apollo, the sun god," he yelled from his closet.
"What do all the things mean?" I asked looking more carefully at each object.
"Well," he came out and he was wearing some tight red jeans. He came up behind me and started pointing at the objects and telling me about them, "the besom is to sweep away evil energy. The wand represents the fire element. The cauldron represents earth, the knife means air and the cup is for the water element. The bell is because Apollo is the god of music. The hyacinth and cypress are to honor his fallen lovers. The golds and crystals are for invoking his power," he explained.
"Tell me more about the fallen lovers," I said, intrigued.
"In Greek mythology, Apollo had many lovers including some men. He was in love with a prince named Hyacinthus. They were throwing discus' one afternoon and some jealous bitch named Zephyrus blew Apollo's discus right into Hyacinthus' head. The prince died and Apollo was so sad that he took Hyacinthus' blood and made a flower out of it," thus the hyacinth flower, I thought to myself after Logan stopped speaking.
"Well what about this cypress branch?" I asked looking at it thoughtfully.
"One of his favorite loves was named Cyparissus. Apollo loved him so much he gave him a deer and one day, Cyparissus accidentally killed the deer while it slept in a field. He was so upset that he asked Apollo to make him cry for ever. So Apollo turned him into a tree that appears to cry from its branches," Logan smiled sadly at the altar.
"What a lovely story," I said tilting my head to the right and taking in how beautiful it all truly was.
"Let's go get you changed and go to that party," Logan said taking my hand and pulling me down the stairs and out the door before Charlotte could stop us again.
When we got to my house, Mom was at the kitchen table and Daddy was cooking dinner.
"I'm going to a party at Blake's love you, see you!" I shouted before running up stairs.
"Be home by breakfast time!" Dad yelled back. I laughed because I knew that meant midnight. I went to my closet and picked out a couple different sweaters. One had a dinosaur pattern on it and the other was an eighties floral print. I held them up and waited for Logan to pick.
"The flowers make your eyes sparkle. You look pretty sexy with it," he winked.
My face grew hot and I pulled on the sweater and some gray skinny jeans. I pulled on some matching shoes then we left for Blake's.
The house was packed, as usual for a Blake Smith party. I went and grabbed a beer for Logan and a water for me, then ducked out before Blake could notice me. I mean, I wasn't sure exactly how long I could avoid him in his own house, but I was certainly going to try for as long as I could.
"Thanks, Babe," Logan said smacking my butt when I handed him the brown bottle.
"You're welcome, Babe," I mocked before smacking his butt five times harder. He yelped and almost dropped his beer. The guys he was talking to laughed really hard and I went off to go to the bathroom. The hall upstairs was dark and I waited in line to use the toilet.
The guy in front of me ducked into the bathroom as Blake emerged from his bedroom across the hall.
"Hey there," he got really close and pushed me up against the wall before kissing me roughly. My knees went weak and I thought I was gonna fall but her grabbed my waist and kept me on my feet. He kissed my cheek and then my neck. I tasted alcohol on his breath and it was clear that he was tipsy.
"Blake, stop, what if someone sees?" I whispered while I tried to push him away. The bathroom door opened and Blake slowly pulled away from me so as not to draw attention.
"That's when I said, `Duh, Mom, it's an eggplant not a prune'," Blake said. I forced a laugh to make it look like he'd been telling me a story the entire time.
"Bro, your party is DA BOMB!" the boy from the bathroom shouted before fist bumping Blake. Ugh, boys are so dumb. I slipped into the bathroom but before I could close the door, Blake rushed in behind me.
"Blake, you're obviously drunk. I couldn't possibly take advantage of you," I said backing away from him.
"So you and Logan are a thing again and you don't want to cheat?" he assumed correctly.
"I'm so sorry, I keep messing with your head, and it's not fair to you," I was feeling sorry for him and I frowned.
"No one has to know..." he grabbed me around the waist and kissed me again. I melted in his arms and wrapped mine around his neck.
"Blake why do you have to be so good at this?" I moaned as he kissed my neck again.
"Because if I was bad at it, I wouldn't be so damn irresistible," he said cockily. His hand snaked up my sweater and caressed my tummy gently.
"Stop, Blake," I whispered not really wanting him to stop. He knew I didn't really want him to quit his tender kisses on my throat. He undid the button on my jeans and started to get on his knees, "No," I stated as firmly as I could, "I can't do this to Logan, I'm sorry."
"C'mon, Corrigan, our chemistry is undeniable. Why can't this just be a hush hush thing until you decide to finally dump him and come to me?" Blake put his hands on his hips and I could see his bulge tenting in his pants.
"If they'll cheat with you, they'll cheat on you," I replied, "I'm sorry, I'm just not that type of guy." I pushed him towards the door and was about to open it when I heard a knock on the other side of it.
"Igan, you in there?" it was Logan.
"Shit," I whispered, "get in the closet!" I opened the closet door quickly and pulled Blake towards it.
"Seriously?"
"Now!" I pushed him in and shut it. I went to the door and turned the lock and opened the door.
"Hey, what's goin on?" Logan asked looking around.
"Nothing, I was literally about to go pee when you knocked. Now if you'll excuse me," I went to shut the door but his hand held it open.
"I have to go too," he stated walking in and closing the door.
"I mean, can't you go when I'm done?"
"It's not like I've never seen your dick before, Igan," Logan stated giving me a satisfied wink. He walked to the toilet and lifted the seat before whipping out his penis and urinating.
"You gonna join?" he asked seductively.
"I'm not into that whole piss play thing," I teased. I approached the toilet and pulled out my penis and began peeing into the toilet. Logan started trying to cross streams and I saw it making a big fucking mess so I grabbed his bicep and whapped him on the head, "Stop it," I said very sternly. He frowned and finished peeing. I finished too and went to wash my hands.
Logan headed for the door and I grabbed his arm, "Now I KNOW you are about to wash them nasty paws if you plan on touching me at all the rest of the night," I put my other hand on my hip and gave him a disapproving noodle-neck.
"Sorry, Mom, I guess I forgot," he rolled his eyes and went to the sink.
"I just want my boyfriend to be healthy and hygienic," I replied before kissing his cheek. He turned his face and kissed my mouth. He grabbed my face with his hands and I felt that hunger from the night we "got to know each other". My body grew hot and I was getting lost in the kiss.
"We should get out of here," he whispered, his forehead against mine. I was out of breath and my hands were on his chest. I looked at his mouth and got dizzy. I really wanted to go with him. I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to drive us from here myself. There were so many conflicting thoughts and feelings rushing through my mind. I had no clue what to do. "Let's," I whispered, I pressed my lips delicately against his. His stubble brushed my chin and ignited something in me. I grabbed his hand and we made our escape to his car. Some football guys tried to stop Logan.
"Sorry guys, I gotta go..." Logan said trying to get us past them.
"Why-" one of them began but the other grabbed his arm and then they both figured it out. A couple of shit eating grins spread from ear to ear on the boys.
"GET IT BROOOO!" the second goon yelled doing a fist pump in the air. Everyone, or at least is seemed that way, turned to look at us and my face got red. We dashed out the door and got into Logan's truck.
He sped out of the driveway. He couldn't keep his wild eyes off of me as he drove us to his house. I texted mom and told her I was staying the night with Logan and she replied saying to be home by lunch time.
"Mom said I can stay the night..." I said in a deep sexy voice.
"Good. My mom is out with the coven tonight. They are preparing for Samhain and they needed to gather some things from a few towns over."
"So we can make all the noise we want," I kissed his cheek and placed my hand on his thigh. He let out a deep breath as he sped up the truck. In minutes we were parked in the driveway then rushed into the house at top speed. Before the front door was even closed, Logan's jacket was on the floor and he was tearing off his t-shirt.
As I raced up the steps to his room, I pulled off my sweater and kicked off my shoes, leaving them on the steps like Cinderella. At the top of the stairs, he whisked me up as though I was weightless and carried me to his room. When we got inside he laid me down gently on the bed and kissed my chest. I ran a hand through his hair as he undid my pants and stripped them off quickly. Before I could even think about it, Logan's mouth was wrapped around my rod, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
He entwined his fingers with mine as he continued to suck me off. I writhed and quaked in pleasure, my eyes rolled back in my head. He pulled down his own pants then laid down next to me, putting us into a 69 position so I could suck his dick too.
I was going ham. He moaned around my rod and I moaned around his. This was the greatest. His hands pawed at my body endlessly. I rubbed my hands up and down his legs and thick, hairy ass. I loved this so much. I never wanted to stop. Of course, at some point I'd have to, or I'd get lock jaw.
Logan's body tensed and his dick got achingly hard in my mouth before I felt his jizz splash against the back of my throat. Feeling him orgasming in my mouth sent me over the edge and I came too. Logan swallowed every drop. He turned around and collapsed next to me then pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest as his left hand played with my hair.
"Oh my gods, that was amazing," he said through his panting.
"I second that," I said sleepily. I closed my eyes and soon I drifted off to sleep in Logan's strong, protective arms.