Your Exception (6 page)

I go downstairs and open up the door. He gives me a half smile before leaning in and kissing my forehead, then takes my hand and leads me up to my bedroom. I close my door, and he softly presses me against it as he places both hands on my face and kisses me. I debate stopping him to get some answers, but his warm, soft lips feel so nice. I’ve missed him. I get lost in his kiss as I wrap my arms around his waist before pushing him towards the bed.

He falls on it, and I crawl up and straddle him never taking my mouth off his. He pushes me over so that he’s on top of me and continues kissing me, but I keep thinking of him and Valerie together.

I can’t keep doing this.

I push him away.

“What’s the matter?” he asks breathlessly.

“Are you still with Valerie?”

“No. Are you with Zach?”

Shocked, I sit up straight on the bed. “No! Why would you ask me that?” I shriek.

“Because I heard some rumors. I was pissed when I first found out, but I realized I shouldn’t be mad until I talked to you about it and found out the truth.”

Great, now I feel bad. I should have just called him last night. “Well, I’m not. He works at my dad’s shop. We’ve been friends, and only friends, for a year. We hang out, and he’s in love with someone else. Your turn.”

“I’m not with Val. We broke up, and I moved home. End of story.”

“So...you’re not waiting for her? Using me until she comes back?”

He looks right into my eyes. “No.”

He’s telling the truth. I let ou
t the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding
.
“I hate to sound like such a girl, but what are we? Are we together? Are we just seeing each other? I like you a lot. I just need to know.” I shake my head and look down. I feel embarrassed asking him this. I didn’t want to b
e
that girl
.

“I think it’s fair to get some answers. I want you to be mine. You had mentioned needing time to heal, because of Alec, and I wanted to give you all the time you needed.”

Wow!

“You are so dumb,” I say, smiling. “I’ve been over him since the first night we stayed up until two in the morning doing nothing but talking.”

He looks happy. “Is this what you want?” His face changes to a serious expression. “Because this is what I want. I really do. When I think of you, I see…I see a future.”

My heart melts. That’s exactly what I see. “Yes. Yes, I want this. I want the same thing.”

He puts his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in for another kiss.

After a week o
f
officiall
y
dating, things pick up pace between Logan and I. Our kisses are hotter...heavier, but no sex yet. It's fun and exciting, and things seem hotter without actual intercourse than they ever did with Alec. I love that he’s being so patient with me.

But I want more.

I'm not what you would consider a shy person, and I really like him, but I'm slowly starting to feel nervous around him, and I’m unsure of how to act. I’m trying to get past these emotions and embrace the happiness I have right now, but I can’t escape the feeling that this relationship won’t last.

After movie dates on the couch, endless conversation
, and nights of fooling around, I am ready. I want to give him what only one man has had before.

It is now Friday, and I have the night off. Even though I prefer to stay home, Draven is playing, so we decide to go see them. As we pull in and step out of the car, Logan grabs my hand and leads me to the double doors, holding them open for me as we enter.

Draven has already started. The heavy metal music fills the bar, and the place is packed. I can't believe they didn't schedule me to work tonight.

Logan guides me through the crowd with his arm around my shoulders as if letting everyone in the place know I was his. He leans towards me and shouts in my ear, "Why don't you see if you can find a table, and I'll get us something to drink."

"Sure!" I yell back.

He kisses me on the forehead and goes towards the bar. I walk toward the band and give Zach a wave as I make my way toward a small empty table in the back and sit down. I pull out my phone to send Cassidy a text right as someone sits across from me. I look up expecting to see Logan, but instead I am looking at a girl. She is about my age with dark brown hair pinned in a cute up-do and hazel eyes. She looks as if she could be a model. Recognition dawns on me as I realize she’s one of the girls who is always sitting with Holly.
What can she possibly want with me?

"So you're Wren?"

"Yup."

“I’m Kate. So nice to finally meet you!” she exclaims.

“Yes. Hi.” I really don’t know why she is being so nice to me. If she is friends with Holly, I’m not sure if I can trust her.

"So what's up with you and Logan?"
There it is.

"What do you mean?" If she is going to be vague, so am I.

"I mean, are you two, like, together, or what?” she asks.

"Uh..." was all I say before Logan approaches and answers for me.

"She’s my girlfriend if that's what you want to know."

“OMG, Logan!” she squeals as she jumps up, throwing her arms around him. "I just wanted to meet your new…friend. I got exactly what I needed to know. She’s a doll. I’ll see you two around!" she says as she glances down at me, then smiles at Logan before walking away and disappearing into the crowd.

"What did she want?" Logan asks, sitting down and handing me a soda.

Jealousy instantly sets in. "How do you know her?"

"She’s Holly’s friend. Jack and Holly dated for years. They were quite the pair, but they had a messed up relationship. Holly still likes to come to all the shows, and recently started bringing Kate with her."

"She’s really pretty," I reply.

“Yeah, she’s okay. So what have you got going on next week?” He seems completely unaware that I’m upset about everything that has just happened, including his obliviousness.

I take a sip. “Um, nothing, I guess.”

Fortunately, Logan and I aren’t interrupted again, and I slowly get over my irritation as we sit by each other and watch Draven play.

As we start to leave the bar at closing time, I finally see Cassidy.

"I'm not coming home tonight. I'm going to Jack's."

I can't help but smile, knowing Logan and I will finally be alone. I've been going over it in my head repeatedly; I’m ready for this. I want him so badly.

Entering my house, I put my keys and purse on the floor and immediately open the refrigerator, asking him if he wants anything. As I bend down to grab a bottle of water, his warm hands grasp my hips, and I turn around, his mouth pushing roughly against mine with a kiss that is demanding and full of need. I drop the water bottle and throw my hands around his neck, my fingers making their way into his hair. He lifts me up on the counter, standing between my legs, and his mouth is on mine again.

He must have the same idea in his head that I do.

His fingers move down towards my waist as he reaches for the bottom of my shirt. I lean back, giving him room to pull it over my head. He tosses it on the floor and comes back in for another kiss as his hands caress my breasts. My hands are still in his hair, and my head falls back as I gasp for air.

This is going to happen.

He stops kissing me long enough to take his own shirt off. I have another blessed opportunity to stare at his chiseled chest and defined abs again
.
So sexy
.
I can’t get enough of the tattoos on his biceps that go up and around his shoulders.

I reach forward to unbutton his jeans, but, he lifts me off the counter and heads towards the stairs, kissing me the entire way. We’re halfway up to my room, when he trips and falls. Even though I land hard on my back, we both can’t stop laughing. He's on top of me, but instead of helping me up, he starts kissing me again as if nothing happened. I wrap my legs around him to get as close to him as I can, ignoring the edge of the step digging into my lower back. I bring my hand down to start unbuttoning his jeans again, when he grabs my ass with both hands, picks me up, and carries me into my room.

Still kissing, he shuts my door and slams my back into it. I cry out in surprised pleasure as he reaches over and locks it. He finally brings me over to the bed where he lays me down gently, gazing down at me. Staring into my eyes, he unbuttons my jeans before unzipping them. Grabbing the belt loops, he slowly starts sliding them down my legs until they are on the floor. He places his foot on the floor and stands up slightly as he undoes his own, throwing them next to mine.

He's perfect.

He lays over me and looks down, brushing hair away from my face. He starts kissing me again, and whispers, "I want you so bad."

"Then take me," I whisper back.

I want this, every day, for the rest of my life.

He kisses my forehead before collapsing next to me, then holds his arm out, inviting me to him. I lay my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat, knowing mine is beating just as fast.

*****

I wake up the next morning being spooned by Logan. All the memories of last night come flooding back to me. That was, by far, the hottest sex I
’ve ever had in my life.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed and make my way to the bathroom, still naked. My legs are shaking the entire time. Jell-O legs. I
’ve never had these, and I like it. Walking back to my bed, I look at the gorgeous man still lying there. He’s awake and watching me. The vulnerability I should feel has been replaced with a newfound confidence. As he continues watching me walk back across the room, he smiles one of his half smiles. "Hey you."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," I apologize as I climb back beneath the warm covers and into his arms.

He curls up behind me. "No worries, I was already awake," he says as he presses into me. I turn around, climbing on top of him and kiss him before we go for round two.

It was everything I remembered.

*****

We step into the warm shower together and wash our hair. He takes my vanilla body wash and my loofah and starts scrubbing my back, working his way gently down to my legs.
When he’s done, I take it and start washing him, getting an eyeful of that firm backside. It is fun, and intimate, and I can’t help laughing at the idea that Logan is going to smell very pretty once we’re done.

We get dressed—aside from Logan’s shirt that’s still lying somewhere on the kitchen floor—and go downstairs. Cassidy is drinking coffee and reading on her Kindle. She looks up and smiles at us as Logan puts his shirt back on. She knows. And I don't care.

Logan grabs me and kisses me for what seems like forever. I don't ever want to let him go. "I'll see you tonight?" he asks.

"Okay. I can't wait." No, I most certainly cannot. I want him again, already.

He turns and waves at Cassidy and walks outside. I shut the door and turn to lean my back against it. Cassidy is up and across the room so fast.

"What in the hell just happened? I could hear you guys in the shower a mile away!"

My cheeks flush, but part of me just doesn't care. I don't care about anything at this point except Logan and the awesome sex that we just had.

I ignore Cassidy and hazily float away, stopping to bend over and grab my shirt that is still lying on the kitchen floor. I head up to my room and look at my messy sheets that I never want to wash again, yet have no desire to lay on them until they are cleaned. I sit down on the edge of the bed, smiling, letting my mind go over everything that has just happened. Life is good.

When I venture back downstairs, Cassidy is on me like flies on shit. “Wren, I need details.”

“Those details are kind of private, don’t you think?”

“Not when the neighbors clearly know more than I do. I only came in towards the end of your fiasco.”

I blush, recalling the amazing morning that I’d had. It wasn’t my intention to allow her to hear anything that was going on between Logan and I. If I knew she w
as home, I would have made an attempt to be a little quieter.

“We don’t have any neighbors.”

“Yes, we do. They’re far away and possibly deaf, but I’m sure they heard
something.
”

“I’m not telling you anything, Cassidy. I’m sorry.”

“Are you serious? Nothing?”

“Nope.” I smile.

“Well, was it good?”

“I think the neighbors can confirm that it wa
s
Earth shatterin
g
.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” She grins.

“Is that enough? Can I get some breakfast now? I’ve worked up quite an appetite,” I smugly say.

“Oh, you naughty girl!”

*****

The following Saturday, Distort is playing their first weekend gig at my bar. Cassidy and I are on board together as the bar starts filling up close to capacity. I serve the reserved table as I constantly get cold stares from Holly, but nothing, not even her, can ruin my good mood.