Blind (Senses Series Book 1) (9 page)

Don’t they realize I know that? Since he started fighting he’s always had a girl fall into his bed after to help him wind down. This looks bad. I mean good, because it means maybe just maybe Logan wants more from me, but oh so bad if it’s not what he’s trying to say.

“And then he asked you to go out and do something,” Erin interrupts my thoughts again.

“We’ve gone out to do stuff before—”

“Maxx!” They snap at me in unison.

Hey! You didn’t need to yell too!

Luke demands, “Accept it.”

“Better yet,” my model gorgeous best friend hums out. “Let’s make sure he doesn’t forget it…”

And those words coming out of her mouth can only mean one thing. She’s gonna spend the day making me over like some damn episode of Pimp My Best Friend.

What if they’re wrong? What if this is nothing more than Logan just wanting to change it up? What if he didn’t even think twice about it meaning more? I think what I fear, more than hoping that they’re right, is if they’re wrong.

Chapter 16

Logan

So, watching teens box wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna be. Hell. It was kind of fun. And once they realized who I was they began to worship at my feet like I’m Jimmy Hendrix of the underground scene. They even showed me some fan sites and groups on Facebook. Turns out there are plenty of women for the picking the next time I need to dip my dick. Except the only person I want to dip into is Maxx.

How the fuck did I get to this point? I fucking asked her out on a date! I don’t even do dates! They’re a waste of time. I fight. Girls flock. We fuck. End of story. All that other shit I have friends for. Besides, a date leads to dating which leads to a commitment or marriage or in my family’s case, murder. Why the fuck would I take that chance with Maxx? Why didn’t you stop me?!

Stepping out of my bedroom in a pair of jeans, my nice tennis shoes, and one of my fitted white shirts, I see a sight that causes my tongue to stick to the roof of my mouth. At the bottom of the stairs Maxx has one hand on the banister, wearing her hair down, a fitted black shirt with a book that has on glasses and a smile, and a short jean skirt that allows me to drink in her smooth brown legs all the way down to some wedge heels that would look great over my shoulders. She looks like a million dollars. Hot yet nerdy. Sexy yet playful. Just like she is. And that’s my Maxx.
My Maxx. Mine
.

You heard nothing.

Clinking her nails she sighs. “Are you gonna make me wait all night or what Logan? I’m starving.”

A small smirk comes on my face as I pull out my keys. “Hold your horses Dumbledork. We’ll be eating soon.”

She hits me in the shoulder when I finally reach her and I let out a light laugh.

Yeah. My Maxx. It’s alright if I admit it to you.

In the car, the music starts playing and we casually talk about some of the episodes of our favorite shows. It feels like normal until some song comes on the radio that causes her to stop mid sentence and start belting it out at the top of her lungs. She cranks the music and starts swaying her head around with perfect rhythm. Tone deaf but the moves of an angel. A stripper angel.

“What? You hate my singing now?” She turns the radio down and leans on the console.

“You have the nerve to call that singing?” My joke causes her to jab me in the shoulder, but when she does, I catch her hand with mine, lock our fingers together, and hold onto it.

She swallows deeply and her face flashes something that I couldn’t miss even if I tried. Instead of bringing it up, she leans back against the seat, and sighs. “You’re just jealous that you don’t have these pipes.” I shake my head and we continue the drive in silence, her hand still wrapped with mine.

After parking, the two of us walk hand in hand towards the food truck row that’s got a small crowd across from the park that’s playing live music. I don’t think I’ve ever been down here without the intention of picking someone up before.

Guess there’s a first time for everything huh?

At the Sammy’s pizza truck, I order her a slice, me three, and two waters. The guy behind the counter hands us our order and he insists, “On the house for Unbreakable.”

Perk of being a known fighter in town. People love to say that you came by their place. In exchange for the bragging rights, you get free shit. Hats. T-shirts. Food. I love the fucking food.

“Thanks.”

“Saw your fight last night. That was the fucking shit dude.” He says leaning down on his chubby, pale elbows.

The compliment is followed with a nod from me and a small thanks. “Appreciate it.”

Once he said my name I noticed the females in the crowd slowly shifting their attention and their tits towards me.

I am a tits guy, but there’s only one pair I wanna see tonight and they are hiding beneath a book nerd shirt.

I pull my eyes away from a set of blonde look-alikes who are twirling the ends of their hair, and hand Maxx her pizza on the paper plate. I mutter, “Hope you don’t mind all the people staring.”

“I can’t help it if they find me sexy.” Her response is followed by her taking a bite of her pizza while I chuckle. A long strand of cheese is intertwined with her giggling.

Adorable.

“You’ve gotten cockier since you took that job.”

“I prefer confident,” she corrects as I watch her walk towards the live music.

Confident in deed.

The swaying of her hips reminds me that I’m hungrier for something other than pizza.

I gotta get this girl underneath me.

Before my cock has a minute to stir I shove pizza in my mouth and do my best to ignore the increasingly obvious female attention headed our way. The red head to the left in the mini skirt. The brunette to the right with overalls. The blonde super twins looking like an actually hot version of the Hilton sisters.

If only any of them could compete with Maxx. Fuck. I’m pussy whipped and not even getting pussy.

Near the back of the crowd, Maxx reclines against the edge of one of the picnic tables to finish her pizza. My body leans in beside hers, watching her tongue wrap around another string of cheese. I feel my cock threaten to get hard again.
Damn it! Could you just let me enjoy her for now?

Maxx licks her fingers clean, drops the plate, and starts humming along to the song the band is playing. She looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world as she turns her body and wraps both her hands around my neck. Seductively she starts to swing her hips back and forth to ‘You Really Got Me,’ the classic song from the 60s. I drop the plate I was holding and find myself being swallowed alive by the way her chest is pulsating. Her hips gyrating. Her body is demanding I put my hands in places and I’m more than fucking willing.

You know, I hate to disappoint.

Singing along to the words I lean against her and rock my pelvis slightly as I whisper in her ear, “You really got me.”

And fuck me in the ass if it’s not true.

She pulls away and tosses her head back in laughter, her entire face bright enough to light up the evening sky that’s fading into night. I don’t wanna shove her into a dark movie theater where I can’t see her face like this, hear her voice, enjoy her all to myself.

Fuck. That.

I say in her ear a little louder, “How about I show you something special instead of taking you to the movies? You down?”

“Sure.”

My hand grabs hers once more and I pull her back to the car, knowing exactly where I wanna go. On the highway we increase to a speed that I know, by the way her whole body tenses up, makes Maxx uncomfortable.

Not real sure why she gets like this when the speed gets this high. She’s never talked about it. And you know us and our ‘don’t push each other’ rule by now I’m sure.

“You know, you’re gonna be fine.”

With her eyes squeezed shut she grumbles, “Easy for you to say. You aren’t the one who’s gravitating in her seat right now because the driver is going super sonic speed!”

“Hey.” My foot eases slightly off the accelerator as my hand reaches over to fold with hers. “I gotchu.”

And I mean that. I’ve got her. I’ve always had her. And loved her in my own sick twisted way, but that’s not the point.

Maxx lets out a long deep breath and opens her eyes, rolling her head over to me. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything Maximus.”

And that’s never been more true. With the way this evening has been going and the vibe that’s flowing between us, if she asked me to confess that I loved her right now, I’d fucking do it.

“Would you go pro?”

Blindsided I bark,“What?”

“If you were given the chance to go pro, would you?”

“You coming?”

Maxx giggles and squeezes my hand tighter. “I’m serious.”

My response is preceded with a scolding look. “So am I.”

But I am. I’m dead fucking serious.

“You really wanna know?” I question.

“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

“Yeah. I’d probably go pro in a heartbeat. The chance to travel around living only a moment in each place. Never having to worry about getting too attached…” The last comment softens her grip on mine.

“That’s what I figured.”

And everything is still between us.

Fuck. That right there. That’s why I can’t give her what she wants from me. I’ll never be that fucking guy that says the right thing at the right time. Hell, I’ll never be the guy who says what the fuck he should. Being pro would keep me on the move, keep a constant stream of girls in my bed, which at this point doesn’t matter since the only one I actually want in it is the one beside me setting me up with these loaded fucking questions.

“But I’d have to give up Erin and her bitching. Luke wouldn’t be at my side checking my bruises. And you wouldn’t be there for pre fight ice cream and post fight pizza. So…while I think I would go pro, I don’t know if could just give those things up. You guys are my family. And honestly, I don’t know if I could do this without you.”

Cautiously she asks, “Do what?”

“Any of this.”

Life. I don’t know if could live life without Maxx Hughes.

Maxx’s hand tightens once more.

Maybe I can get it right every once in awhile.

I pull into a vacant parking lot across from a huge empty field and shut the car off. The two of us get out and she follows beside me towards the emptiness. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her closer into me, the sweet sugary smell that she carries floods my nose.

It makes me want a cupcake.

After walking until we are basically in the middle of the field, I finally stop and flop down in the grassy area, pulling her into my lap with a clunk. “What are we doing here?” she asks.

“Wait,” I instruct her.

And that’s when the first lightening bug shows up. She gasps. Another shows up. Then another. Then the sky is flickering with them, briefly showing us their glow. In a short whisper she says, “Lightening bugs!”

“Yup.”

“They’re everywhere!”

Leaning back on my palms, I watch as the bugs appear and disappear. It’s oddly soothing. We watch in peace for what feels like hours, but probably isn’t more than twenty minutes.

Eventually I decide to speak. “I come here when I wanna get away from everything.” Her face glances back at me. “Always have. When I first started running away from home, long before your window was open for me, I would run until I couldn’t run anymore. I like it here. I like the lightening bugs because they remind me of myself.”

“Your ass doesn’t glow.” Her attempt to lighten the mood makes a smile flash on my face. “I mean it is the whitest part of you and all…”

“Because they only shine bright for a moment. And then it’s over. They float along in life only mattering to the entire world for a moment then not existing anymore.”

“Logan, you’re not like you’re father—”

“Watson.”

Our code word clamps her mouth back down.

When Maxx and I first became friends, there were many things we found we didn’t want to share with one another. So when the other would bring up the subject of something we didn’t want to talk about we came up with a code word to stop the entire thing. Over the years, it’s changed. Most recently, it’s become Watson. Once it’s said, that is the end of all of it. I don’t ever want to talk about the old man.

Maxx wets her lips and proceeds, “How do you catch something that’s so beautiful, so tantalizing, so bright but only around for a moment?”

“You don’t.”

Before Maxx can say anything else and move this conversation down the rabbit hole that would end everything amazing that’s happened between us, I tilt her face towards mine and press my lips on hers. Immediately she lets out a soft moan.

Fuck. Yes. That’s my girl.

I grip her tighter as her tongue lunges for mine like it’s trying to capture it.

You know, I’ve kissed hundreds of girls and this is the only one that’s ever been impressive.

She wraps her fingers around the back of my neck to grip me closer, pulling me into her. My dick responds and she grinds against him in acceptance. Shit. If we don’t stop now, I’ll throw her down in the grass right here.

Like she heard me, she pulls away from me, and hops herself up. With a declaration she says, “In the car would be better.”

I nod with a smile and follow behind her slowly as she exaggerates the swaying of her hips.

Damn.

I adjust my dick that’s straining against my jeans. Unlocking the door seems like a complicated task as the blood that should be rushing to my fingers is busy rushing towards my cock. Once inside, Maxx climbs over and straddles herself on my lap, her back wedged hard against the steering wheel. She immediately places her lips back on mine forcing my head to hit the headrest, and I get lost in the presence of her remarkable tongue.

Fuck. It’s like there’s some sort of drug on it that mine’s addicted to. The harder I try to fight it the more turned on I get it.

My hands slide under her jean skirt and cup her ass. Her lips stumble off mine for just a brief moment to let out a beautiful sigh. Determined to hear it again, I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and get the same result, another long sigh. Maxx lowers her lips back onto mine while her hands slide under my shirt, clawing at my chest as our kiss deepens. The way our tongues just roll around is the craziest thing. I’m used to a few hot kisses and then down to business. All this pre game bullshit I usually skip, but with Maxx…I could never skip it.

Fuck. I could come from this shit alone.

Suddenly her hands start fumbling with my belt and I realize exactly where this is headed. And I want it there. I want Maxx on top of me, calling out my name, coming on my cock. My cock twitches hard at the thought, clearly in favor of that.

Not here. Not now.

Pulling away I rest my forehead against hers, eyes shut, panting.

Fuck me I am actually panting. Like I’m some sort of a mangy mutt. Oh don’t start with the dog jokes.

Baffled Maxx whispers, “What’s wrong? Am I too heavy?”

“God no.” I shoot my face up, fingers stroking the side of her bare legs. “It’s just…”

“No condom?”

“I always have a condom.”

“Not enough space?”

“Maxx—”

“Because we could always climb in the backseat.”

I place my hand on her cheek to grab her attention. “Maximus.”

I drop my hand, and with a long inhale she asks, “Yeah?”

My eyes watch as hers dance around mine, the brown swirling in a hopeful fashion. She wants this as badly as I do.

Fuck me, if that doesn’t make what I’m about to say that much harder. I don’t want a medal for this shit either. I want a trophy.

“Not here Maxx.”

“Backseat then?”

“No. Not
here
Maxx,” I reemphasize so she gets that I mean not in my car. Not today.

Her shoulders slump and she adjusts herself on top of my dick, the warmth indicating she’s most likely dripping wet.

Nevermind. I want a goddamn Super Bowl Ring for this shit. Do they make championship rings for cock blocks?