Logan

 

Just following her back to work seemed so empty. I wanted her to realize how much she was worth and how much I appreciated what she'd done today. Those children had eaten her story up - even though there was symbolism of me being a selfish ass in it with her making me the troll - and I wanted her to understand how special she was.

 

Halfway to the library, driving behind her, I decided to do a detour. I turned off and drove to a flower shop. I knew the owner - her husband was in my gang and whenever I bought I went there to support them.

 

"Hello, Logan," Vicky said when I walked into the shop.

 

"Vicky, beautiful as ever." He held out my hands and then hugged her. "I'm here to bring you some business."

 

She nodded and looked around. "Well, you can see what I have here. What do you have in mind?"

 

I looked around, too. Roses, tulips, daisies, lilies, you name it, Vicky had it all.

 

"It's for a special lady and I want to buy as much of it as I can carry on my bike. She's at work now. I want to surprise her. She might or might not be upset with me."

 

Vicky put her hands on her hips like a mother would do. "Upset? With you?" She smiled teasingly. "I can't imagine why a woman would be upset with you."

 

I laughed and shook my head.

 

"Is she a friend or a lover?"

 

I hesitated. She was a lot more than just a friend but a lover wasn't the right word for Selena. The fact was that the more I thought about it, the more I wanted her to be a more than a lover, too.

 

"That complicated?" Vicky asked. "Or that serious?"

 

I looked at her and she nodded, knowing.

 

"I would suggest all red roses, then. They're for love, you know."

 

"And if it's not love yet?"

 

She eyed me. "Do you want it to be?"

 

I would never had admitted something like this to any of the boys, not even Saul in so many words, but Vicky was a woman. She knew what our lives were like, she knew me, and she would understand.

 

"I really do."

 

She smiled. "I'll start loading them into your saddle bags and let you know how much it comes to."

 

I smiled at her. "You're a saint, Vicky."

 

She moved in and out of the shop, choosing flowers from buckets, disregarding ones that looked a little limp. She walked in and out about six times before she came in, wiping her hands on her apron. "That's it. I don't think you'd be able to do any more unless you're holding one in your teeth."

 

I grinned, thinking about it. That would make a statement but I shook my head. "I think this should do."

 

I paid her with my card. When I went to my bike I laughed. There were flowers everywhere. My mean bike had red roses spilling out of every possible bag and it looked like Valentine's day and Highway to Hell had collided. I got onto the bike, started it up and drove back to the library. I drove a lot slower so I didn't damage the flowers.

 

When I parked in front of the library I took out the flowers and bunched them in my arms. Thorns stuck into my skin and I swore under my breath but I was going to do this. I walked through the door. An old lady was just on her way out and she ogled me like I'd escaped from the circus. Maybe I really looked like it. A biker with a bunch of roses could easily be classified as a clown.

 

I could just see Selena over all the roses. She looked up at me and she looked pissed. Her blue eyes were dark and dangerous and she wore her don't-fuck-with-me face. When she saw me, though, she burst out laughing. The sound of her laughter was beautiful and her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

 

"What are you doing?" she asked, her hand over her mouth so the words were a little muffled.

 

"I'm bringing you flowers." I put them all on the counter and rubbed my bare arms. There were red splotches everywhere the roses had scratched me.

 

Selena extended a hand to the flowers and touched them. "They're beautiful."

 

The office door opened and Alicia stepped out of her office. When she saw me her face changed and she looked genuinely happy to see me. Oh boy. She looked at the roses and her face fell, and then she looked at Selena, smiling, and anger replaced everything else. "What the hell is going on here?"

 

She marched toward us and I caught a glimpse of the woman Selena reported to, not the one that had waived my fines.

 

"I brought Selena some flowers," I said.

 

She glared at me. She turned to Selena and put her hands on her hips. It was so different from what Vicky had done in the shop not half an hour ago.

 

"You're really starting to slip, Selena. You were always such a good employee but lately you're really messing up. First, you're late to open the library this evening and then this? This is not personal time; this is your workplace. If you carry on this trend I'm going to have to give you a written warning. I should do it right now, in fact."

 

Whoa. She was going a bit mental. Was this her being a normal pain in the ass or was she jealous? I was willing to bet I was staring into the face of the green monster.

 

"I've been doing everything the way I should. There are no complaints," Selena said calmly. I had the idea this happened more often, judging by her reaction.

 

"It's bad enough you write on my time."

 

"Please, Alicia," I started but she talked right over me.

 

"You better make sure this mess is cleaned up before another card holder comes in. This is not a dating club; this is a library.

 

"I'll help her clear it up," I said.

 

Alicia ignored me. She really was being a bitch.

 

"I'm going home. If you don't pick up your socks, you and I are going to sit down and have a chat about your future at the library. Your review is coming up. It would be best if you kept that in mind." She turned on her heel and marched out the door.

 

I looked at Selena, eyebrows raised. "That was intense."

 

Selena sighed. "She has her moments. She's the queen of this little world."

 

"The Queen of Hearts?" I asked.

 

She smiled and touched her neck. "Off with my head."

 

She helped me bundle up all the roses again and we put them back in my saddlebags. I promised I would take them to her home for her a bit later so Miss Bitch wouldn't get her panties up in a twist again. More customers came in. Some checked out books after deciding. One of them asked Selena about a book and she disappeared between the shelves to help the gentleman. I leaned against the counter, looking over all the papers that were in the in and out trays. How she worked here day in day out was beyond me. I would be bored to death.

 

Then again, she had her worlds to escape to, writing every day. That was something I could see would be interesting. If I had the time and patience, if my life had been different, something like that would appeal to me. Of course, it was a lot sexier that Selena was the writer who worked in a library and was completely unassuming. She had no idea what effect she had on me, even when she was scanning books.

 

She came back to her desk. I watched her walk, watched her hips sway from side to side and I had to readjust my pants. I knew she'd forgiven me after she'd accepted my roses, but that didn't mean that doing it in the public library would be any good.

 

Although...I looked around. There were storage rooms in place like these, right?

 

"What are you thinking about?" Selena asked.

 

I looked at her without saying anything. After a moment she smiled, understanding, and her cheeks colored. I was halfway there. Now, if only it was something she wanted...she turned her attention back to the book she was busy with on the system. I watched her intently. She bit her bottom lip - the telltale sign of a lot of women that they liked the idea that man was thinking about them naked and maybe they were thinking about it, too.

 

Maybe finding a storage room would go down much better than I thought.

 

It was a busy night with yet another person coming in and asking her help. I read some more papers, trying to entertain myself. I found one that was a sign-up sheet for the computer lab. I read over the names, bored. The last name caught my attention.

 

May.

 

There was only one woman in town I knew of with that name. I looked for Selena amongst the shelves and saw her, busy in deep conversation with the woman that had asked assistance. I walked toward the computer lab but I didn't go inside. If May really was there... instead, I stood to the side where I could see all the users behind their computers but they couldn't see me. They were all with their backs toward me. It wasn't hard to know her, though, even from behind. Her ponytail had an arrogant curl at the bottom and she sat up straight as if she was pressing her boobs out just in case someone was watching.

 

I groaned inwardly. Had she been following me? I was pretty sure of it. She wouldn't set foot in a library. You had to have brains for that. No, I was wrong. May had brains - I hadn't ever met a cunning bitch like her. But she wasn't intellectual as much as she was streetwise. This was definitely something a lot more serious, something I needed to take note of. I needed to talk to the boys about this. May was trouble in any and every way.

 

I my way back to the counter where Selena was scanning books and organizing them according to the numbers on the back. She looked up and smiled when I approached her.

 

"Wandering around? I hope you're not looking for trouble. Or were you just checking if we'd expanded our series on motorcycle repair."

 

I chuckled. Oh, the sarcastic humor she used on me sometimes. It was so cute. "I was just looking at your facilities. You have a lot of separate rooms around here."

 

She nodded. "We offer a lot of different services." She looked at me seductively, which made me think she might have caught on to my double meanings and she was playing along. A shiver traveled down my spine. God, I hoped that was the case. I was getting all worked up and I needed her to be on the same level. I wanted a release and I wanted it from her.

 

No other woman came close to Selena now. It was a blessing and a curse that I knew her.

 

"I have to put these boxes in storage," Selena said, picking up a box of books that looked heavy.

 

"Let me get that for you."

 

I stepped up and put the muscle I always worked on so hard to good use. I followed her to the storage room.

 

She unlocked a door and flicked on a light. There were boxes stacked against one wall and a table against the other with nothing on it but a lamp without a globe. I put the box where she pointed. After I did, I stepped toward the door and locked it.

 

"What are you doing?" Selena asked. There was a smile in her voice.

 

I turned to her, stepped in right up close and kissed her. I hooked my fingers into the belt of her pants and pulled it down.

 

"Logan! I have to get back to the front."

 

I didn't listen to her. I kneeled in front of her and put my mouth over her sex, licking her. She gasped and trembled under my hands on her hips.

 

"We shouldn't be doing this," she said with a breathy voice but she made no move to stop me.

 

I took this as a sign that she wanted more. Thank God she was on the same level as me. I kept at it, licking up and down, flicking my tongue over her clit and then lollipopping her with a flat tongue before paying attention to her clit again. She leaned back onto the table, lifted one leg and pushed her hands into my hair, pulling me even closer to her.

 

I worked her into a frenzy. I could tell by the way she tugged at my hair, pulling my face in to her and releasing in a rhythm that reminded me of sex. I locked my mouth onto her clit and sucked gently, just hard enough for her to cry out but not to cause pain. Her hips starting bucking, pushing her up against my face but I carried on.

 

She orgasmed quietly, making small whimpering sounds but nothing more. Her body shuddered under my hands, her hands locked into fists around my hair and for a moment she didn't breathe, her mouth stretched into an 'O' of pleasure. Then she gasped, released me, and lowered her leg. I let her go.

 

"Sorry," she said, breathing hard. "I didn't mean to pull your hair."

 

I smiled. "Don't be." I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I could still taste her.

 

"Let me return the favor?" She asked it as a question but she didn't give me time to answer. Not that it would have been a no. She kneeled in front of me and unbuckled my pants, pulling down the zipper.

 

I pulled my pants down just underneath my ass so my cock could be free and she took it into her mouth. Her eyes were locked on mine and she was a sight to behold with those blue eyes looking up at me and her lips stretched around the thickness of my lust for her.

 

She pumped her head up and down the length of me for a while, massaging my balls with her hand. This was absolute heaven but I didn't want to finish like this. I wanted to release deep inside of her, not in her mouth. I gently pushed her back and she released me. I pulled her up, kissed her, and then spun her around. She squealed a little when I held one hand on her hip and pushed her down over the table with the other. Her ass was presented to me beautifully with her bent over like that and the view was enough to release my load all over her ass, but I wasn't going to do that. Self-control was the name of the game.

 

I spanked her lightly and when she yelped I laughed. She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes naughty, her lips curled in a tight smile. "You're full of shit."

 

I nodded. "I am."

 

I pushed into her just as I said it so her response was an erotic sigh, not something cheeky. She felt fantastic from behind. The first time we'd had sex it was all sensual and beautiful and I'd taken care of her emotions, too. This was different.

 

I pushed into her all the way and she braced herself on the table, her fingers curling around the edges. I started pumping in and out of her, going harder and faster. She held her mouth closed, moaning through her nose to dampen the sound and leaned her chest on the table. The table started moving back bit by bit as I did her. Hard.

 

This was raw. This was wild. This was fucking.

 

I hammered into her over and over again, and at some point I thought she was having another orgasm but I wasn't sure. Her insides were already tight, clamped down on my cock, and her voice was muffled to keep quiet. Her cries sounded the same but her body shivered and her knuckles went white for a short while. I didn't let up. I didn't slow down. I wanted to release inside of her and I was going to keep going until that happened.

 

At some point I felt it. My balls starting contracting and I felt myself elongate, filling her up even more. Her cries changed, which suggested I was going in even deeper. I looked at her ass, at where my cock disappeared and reappeared between her ass cheeks and that was enough to send me over the edge. She was so fucking hot I couldn't deal with it anymore.

 

My body jerked and I leaned forward a bit. I squeezed my eyes closed and felt her body swallow mine, burying myself as deep inside of her as I could where I deposited everything I had to offer. She moaned some more and then the orgasm was over and I was starting to go limp.

 

I pulled out of her and my cock glistened with our sex. I reached for my pants and zipped it up. Selena peeled herself from the table, murmuring something, working on her own pants. She leaned against the table when we were both decent.

 

"Holy shit, Logan," she said.

 

I nodded. It really had been fucking fantastic. I pulled her closer and kissed her. Properly. So she knew it wasn't just sex to me. She was a lot more than that. When I broke the kiss she smiled at me and the expression on her face was soft and loving.

 

"I really have to get back now," she said in a husky voice. "If Alicia finds out..."

 

"She'll be jealous I didn't take her into the storage room and give you hell."

 

Selena smiled and nodded, unlocking the door. We both walked out as if nothing had happened. The front desk was as we'd left it with no angry people waiting to be served.

 

I held out my hand over the counter and Selena took it. I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed her knuckles. "I have to get going. I'll drop off your flowers at your apartment. I really want to see you later."

 

She nodded and smiled. "I'd like that. Why don't you come fetch me at closing time?"

 

I nodded. Hell yeah.

 

"And bring my manuscript, will you? Otherwise I'm going to have to report it stolen." She looked dead serious but her eyes laughed at me.

 

"I will." I turned and walked out of the library, fighting the urge to look back and see her face one more time.