Selena

 

The rest of the night was pretty damn dull after Logan left the library. I sat behind the counter, trying to focus on writing another chapter and failing miserably. My body was still throbbing in places where Logan had been and my panties were wet. I wasn't sure it was because of what had already happened or because I was anticipating what would happen later.

 

Sure, I'd been pissed at him when his phone had gone off with that message but it was all over now. He really had made a huge effort so show how much he felt for me and the truth was that it didn't just feel like a fling, even though I'd barely known him for a week.

 

Sometimes you meet people and it just works and you can't help the rollercoaster ride that follows because it’s meant to be. It's the same as how it never feels right with some people no matter how many years you try.

 

I started typing a rendition of our sex. It was a combination between the sex we'd had the first time and the sex we'd had now, and it was explicit. I'd never written something like this and I felt dirty and naughty while doing it. But it helped me. It worked me up and calmed me down as a sort of release all at the same time. And I pictured me and Logan doing all sorts of things that I wrote about and that just made it all that much more intense.

 

My book wasn't an erotic book and I would never leave this chapter in there, but they say writers use their work as an outlet of their own experiences and I hadn't once found it to be otherwise. Doing the sex scene between Kylee and her newfound biker love made the time tick by a hell of a lot faster than it had been before.

 

Maybe this was something to remember for those future days that could get so damn long. Boy, the girls would absolutely freak out if I read this to them. Maybe it would be worth it, just to see their reaction.

 

I was lost in my idea of how it would go down when I realized a woman was staring at me. She stood just a few feet away from the counter like she'd been waiting for me but didn't want to be close enough to impose.

 

"Can I help you?"

 

She nodded. "Do you have any books on relationship advice?"

 

I pointed to the shelf with the how-to books. "If we have any, they’ll be there."

 

She smiled at me and there was something creepy about it. It didn't reach her eyes - it was something plastered on her face and those eyes were cold and hard.

 

"You see, I'm having problems with my ex-boyfriend and I need something big to bring the house down."

 

The way she said 'bring the house down' didn't sound like she was using it as a metaphor.

 

"Uhm..." What could I say to that? No don't? Or, sure, I get it? She was being weird.

 

"How many hunters do you think are out there?"

 

I narrowed my eyes at her. "What?"

 

"I think it's hunting season. Don't you?"

 

I shook my head slowly from side to side. This woman was batshit crazy.

 

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

 

She pulled a face at me that looked a lot like she was baring her teeth at me. A smile gone very, very wrong.

 

"No, thank you. I think I need to clean up this mess myself." She kissed her palm and blew the kiss at me before turning and walking away. Her hips swayed from side to side like she intended for everyone who looked at her to stare. Her ponytail bobbed in an annoying way before she left the library. I picked up the clipboard with the computer lab names on them. She'd been the last one to fill it in.

 

May. Unique name. And a unique personality, apparently, something that was better to stay away from. There were some really fucked up people in this world.

 

The whole question about hunting season and if there were a lot of hunters around made me wonder if there was more to what she was saying. Of course, if there weren’t it would just mean she was really off her rocker. If it did, it meant she was one of the girls who had been with Logan before. Unless I was blowing it completely out of proportion, now.

 

Maybe I had to ask Logan about it when he came to pick me up.

 

When my shift ended, he was already waiting for me, sitting on his bike. I locked up and skipped toward him, kissing him when I reached him.

 

"I missed you," he said.

 

"It's only been three hours."

 

He shrugged. I smiled and got on the back of the bike, but not before he gave me a helmet. "Safety first."

 

"Hypocrite." He never wore a helmet. Still, I took it and put it on.

 

The bike purred underneath me and I could feel it all to way to my core when he pulled off. There was something very sensual about the feeling of straddling that much power. I could see the appeal. The air was cold where it crept in under the helmet and whipped around my jacket that didn't do much to keep out the cold of the night.

 

Logan took a road that led toward the waterside. We drove along a secluded road that ran along a ragged beach for a long time. I reached my hand around him and pushed it against his crotch. I started rubbing.

 

He looked around at me for a moment but didn't say anything or make a move to stop me, so I carried on. I felt him harden through the rough jean material and kept at it. At this rate nothing spectacular was going to happen but it was just going to keep him on the edge. That was where I liked him. He'd been on the edge at the library and look at what had happened there - sex in the storage room at my work place. It had been hot as hell.

 

I wanted more of that. I wanted more of him.

 

He drove the bike like he was one with it. I had never been on the back of a bike before but I didn't feel scared. My arms were wrapped around him and I knew he would never let anything happen to me.

 

How had he gotten here? He had to have a lot going on in his past for him to end up where he was now. Community service that led to the Boys and Girls Club, the leader of a biker gang and from what I saw his men seemed to respect him. I knew there was more to him, more danger and more chaos. I wanted to know him. It didn't scare me off. I had the feeling it would make me respect him more.

 

We pulled into a small road that led from the main road and Logan parked the bike on a fat concrete slab that seemed to have been poured especially for that reason. He took my hand and together we walked farther down until we were on the edge of the beach. We stopped to take off our shoes and then we walked, hand in hand, shoes in our free hands and our toes in the sand.

 

The sand was cold with the absence of sunlight. The sound of the waves breaking on the sand over and over again was like a soothing lullaby and the moon was out and almost full.

 

"This is beautiful," I said. "Isn't it a private beach?"

 

Logan shook his head. "Just secluded, not really for swimming so the tourists stay away. But we're allowed to be here."

 

He sat down on the sand and I joined him. I shivered and he pulled me closer to him, trying to warm me up with his body heat.

 

He turned his face to mine, tipped my chin up with his finger and kissed me. It was a deep and sensual kiss with nothing that had any hint of sex in it. He lay down and pulled me on top of him so I didn't have to be in the sand. We carried on kissing. His hands started roaming over my body and his was hard underneath me, but still it didn't feel like it was about the sex. It was soft and sensual and emotional and he touched me everywhere because he liked me for it and he wanted to let me know. Not because he wanted some.

 

I hadn't had something like this in ages. If ever. This was completely about me and Logan. As people. Sure, a lot of it had been about sex, but it was more than that. I was really starting to fall for this guy and not just because he was a good-looking badass. He was the kind of badass that would be good just for me. Wasn't that the biggest compliment in the world?

 

He stopped kissing me for a moment and just looked at me. He brushed away loose strands of hair that had been teased out of my ponytail by the wind and his eyes were drowning deep, bottomless pools of black. He studied my face like he was committing it to memory.

 

"You know, all of this feels natural with you," I said.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

I shrugged. "I don't really do sex the way it is with you. I'm usually awkward and uncomfortable."

 

He smiled. "Honey, it takes a real man to do it right."

 

I shook my head even though I was smiling. "That's not what I meant."

 

The joking face faded away and he was serious again. "I know. I'm glad it's different for you because this is different for me, too. Usually the women in my life are just..." He hesitated.

 

"Bodies?" I finished for him. He nodded as if he wasn't sure I liked it. I said it, though. I understood.

 

He carried on. "With you, it's completely different. I find myself not wanting to be away from you. And that's saying something because usually they're so damn annoying once they start talking I can't get rid of them quick enough." As if he realized how bad it sounded he snapped his mouth shut and looked guilty.

 

I laughed. "You're funny." I kissed him again and he gave in, kissing me back. God, I could do this forever.