17. Chapter 17

I drive through Sunnyvale with the top off of my new Jeep. I never thought I would like a vehicle that wasn't flashy, but I instantly fell in love with this Jeep.

After my dinner with Dad, things changed. When we see each other at the arena, we both make an attempt to say hello. Even though I'm only taking four classes this semester, I've managed to keep up with all my schoolwork, and get good grades. I haven't missed a class and I'm enjoying working with Sawyer. It's been a long time since I've been out partying, and even though I thought I would miss the nightlife, I don't.

Parking my Jeep in my new parking spot on campus, I hear a whistle as I hope out of the driver"s seat.

"Nice ride," Logan says, jogging over to me.

Seeing him again causes my cheeks to heat. I haven't seen him since the other day when we hooked up in my office. He's been texting me flirty messages, and it's been fun, but our schedules haven't aligned to meet up again.

"Thanks. It was a gift from my parents," I told him.

"Nice gift," he agrees.

There's a dark desire in his eyes that makes me giddy and nervous. He stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and I inhaled a sharp breath. We are out in public where anyone can see us. My body is like a magnet to him, and I can't help but move closer when he gets near me. His hand reaches out and plays with a piece of stray hair. I had put my hair up in a messy bun, but the wind from the drive caused more stray pieces to fall. As his hand brushes over my shoulder, I feel goosebumps crawl over my skin.

"People might see you," I snapped, stepping back.

Logan chuckles, and the sound makes me weak in the knees. "Then I guess we need to go somewhere private," he whispers in my ear.

"I have class in ten minutes," I say, my voice shaking. My desire to be with him is fighting my need to get to class.

"So do I," he breathes. "I can think of some things that we can do for ten minutes."

My body trembles as I consider his words. Oh, there are so many things I would love for him to do to me, but I can't risk this right now.

"Logan," I warn.

Taking a step away, Logan holds up his hands in surrender. "Fine, I will let you get away this time. I will find you in a little while," he says, more of a promise than anything.

He walks away, winking at me as I'm left struggling to regain my composure. Damn this man. Once I can feel my legs again, I head to my sociology class.

After class, I feel a hand reach out and grab me. I'm about to scream when Logan's face comes into view.

He pulls me down a long corridor away from prying eyes. "What are you doing?" I hissed.

Opening a door, he ushers inside a small closet. There are a few boxes and a broom lining the walls. Pushing me against the door, Logan begins trailing kisses down my neck. Instinctively, my hands grab his strong arms and hold onto him for dear life.

"I have been craving your taste," Logan says between kisses.

"What if someone comes in here? We could get caught," I warn, though I desperately don't want him to stop.

"I locked the door. No one ever comes down here," Logan tells me. "I had a class here last semester. No one ever walks down this hall."

I know I should tell him to stop, but I can't. The truth of the matter is, when it comes to Logan, I need him like I need air to breathe. I become weak to his touch, and it's dangerous.

"We need to hurry, I have one more class in thirty minutes," I warned him.

"I will hurry," Logan says, dropping down to his knees.

He tugs on my shorts and pulls them down to my thighs. My panties are next, and I gasp as realization takes over me. Logan licks his lips as he stares at my bare pussy. His hands rest on my inner thighs, and the need for him to touch me is about to kill me.

He traces my slick folds with his finger, and I suck in a sharp breath. I'm trembling under his touch. I swear I live for this man's touch. He licks me before thrusting his tongue deep inside of me. With his fingers, he begins pumping in and out of me while his tongue licks and nips at my folds. Electricity and fireworks seem to be exploding inside of me as I ride his tongue. I hold on desperately to his shoulders, and he uses his other hand to steady me against the door. I'm so weak, lost in this euphoria of everything that is Logan. My climax builds as he continues this delicious rhythm. I moan as the first wave hits me.

"You taste so fucking good," Logan growls, as he laps up my juices.

"You are a fucking star on the ice, and with your tongue," I breathe.

I feel my next release building, and when I come undone again, I collapse against him, falling into his arms as he catches me. I'm breathless and unsteady as Logan pulls my panties and shorts back up and helps me stand upright.

He wipes his mouth with his shirt and then seductively smiles at me. I can see his boner through his sweatpants, and the need to give him a fix draws me to grab his waist.

Logan's eyes go wide as he sees me take the waistband of his pants and begin slowly pulling them down.

"You don't have to do anything. I just needed to taste you," Logan says, his eyes drinking me in.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about your dick," I say, licking my lips.

I reach into his boxers and tug on his massive length. I can feel his dick pulsing in my hand. I give him a few tugs before I move to my knees and take him in my mouth. Slowly, I suck on the head while Logan leans against the door. His hands fall to my head, and I can feel him staring down at me as I take all of him.

Alternating between sucking and licking, I take every inch of this man in my mouth. I want him to feel as good and satisfied as he made me feel.

"Fuck, baby. I can't hold on much longer," Logan roars as I feel him getting ready.

I suck harder, pumping him with my fist as I do everything to get him to the brink of ecstasy. When he finally comes, he goes to push away, but I hold onto him, sucking down all of him. With large eyes, Logan watches me until there is nothing else for him to give me.

Tucking himself back into his boxers, Logan offers me a hand and helps me back to standing. Together, we adjust ourselves, so we don't look so disheveled.

"That was… unexpected," I offer, reapplying my strawberry lip gloss. My backpack is on the ground, and my phone is somewhere inside. I have no idea how long we've been in this random closet. It could be minutes, hours, or days. When I'm with Logan, the world around us seems to stop. It becomes just the two of us, and everything else fades away.

Logan pulls me in for a hug, and honestly, it's the first act of closeness he's shown me that hasn't been sexual. I find myself falling into his embrace, which scares the shit out of me. This was never supposed to go any further than sex, but I know I'm catching feelings for him. As my body sinks further into his, Logan seems to sense I need this hug. He holds me tighter, and I realize, in that moment, that I've longed for a hug, for a caring embrace, basically all my life. It's not like I haven't been loved. My parents love me, just in their own disconnected way. Guys I've dated in the past cared for me, but we were never in love. I never craved their touch or longed for their closeness. Not like I do Logan's.

"It was perfect," Logan says into my hair.

I need to get out of here, back to reality, but I don't want to leave his arms. After a few more minutes, we break apart, and I realize the moment is over. Reaching down, I pick up my bag and sling it over my shoulder. Logan adjusts his pants and moves to the door.

"I'll go out first and make sure no one else is around. I will knock on the door when it's safe for you to come out," he explains.

This is so out of character for me, but I like it anyway. I nod my agreement and watch him walk out of the small space. A second passes, and then he knocks. Slowly opening the door, I peek out into the empty hallway. Logan is already walking a few steps ahead of me and doesn't look back. Once we enter the main hallway, where the rest of the classrooms are located, we continue on our way to our designated classes. To anyone else, we are strangers walking to class. I won't lie and say it doesn't hurt a little, knowing that we have to remain a secret. We both know this is how it has to be., maybe forever. There's no real definitive answer to what we are yet.

I allow that thought to follow me to my next class and for the rest of the afternoon.