Logan

 

Prairie’s asleep by the time I pull up to her building. Her body is slumped over the seat, her arms wrapped protectively around herself. The rust coloured stains splashed across her shirt continue to gut me. I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles are white and try to steady the rage that flows through my veins. The thought of something happening to Prairie makes me sick to my stomach. We were in a meeting with Zavier when her messages were coming through. The minute I turned my phone on and heard the tremble in her voice, I was out the door and on my way to the hospital. To her. Trevor followed behind after I gave him the short version of what happened. When she stirs beside me, I snap myself out of my thoughts of retaliation against those responsible and back into the present, where she needs me.

“Are we home?” she asks sleepily.

“Yeah babe, we’re home.”

I climb out of the truck and open her door, hoisting her down into my arms. I keep my hand on her lower back as we walk up the stairs. She digs out her keys and passes them to me wordlessly, her fingers shaking slightly. I unlock the door and flip on the kitchen light, keeping my eyes on her back as she remains silent and pads quietly to the bathroom. I check her bedroom and do a quick sweep of the living room, double checking the locks on the patio doors when I hear the faucet groan to life and the steady stream of water from behind the bathroom door. I know she should eat but I doubt she will. Deciding to wait and ask her, I take a bottle of water from the fridge and chug it back while I check my phone. I’m expecting a message from Trevor, but there’s nothing yet. I empty my pockets onto the kitchen counter and fight the urge to bombard Prairie, making sure she’s okay. After ten minutes of wandering around aimlessly, looking at old pictures of her and her mom that decorate a large portion of her full bookshelf, I can’t take it anymore. I make my way down the short hallway to the bathroom and knock gently on the door.

“Prairie? I’m gonna open the door.”

She doesn’t protest as I slowly open the door, steam billowing out from behind the bright yellow shower curtain. Her stained clothes are in a rumpled heap on the floor, along with her shoes. I reach for the curtain and slide it back. She looks up at me from the floor of the bathtub, the water raining down on her. Her eyes are red and swollen, her body shivering despite the warm water.

“I just needed a minute,” she explains, her voice strangled.

I bend down and turn off the water before I pull a large towel from the rack beside me. I offer her my hand and pull her up, wrapping her carefully. She molds into me and I don’t dare loosen my grip until her teeth stop chattering and her body stops shuddering.

“Tell me what you need, Prairie,” I manage to get out over the lump in my throat.

“Just you. I just need you,” she says roughly.

I walk us to the bedroom and pull back the covers before I lay her down, towel and all. I climb in beside her and bring her body flush against mine. I’ll hold her for as long as she needs me to. I’ll hold her until her world is bright again.

 

*

 

A shift on the mattress beside me pulls me from a dreamless sleep that I didn’t think would come. It didn’t take long for Prairie to drift off once I got her into bed, but I was too restless to do much more than simply watch the rise and fall of her chest. I feel her fingertips brush my arm as she searches the small gap between our bodies.

“Prairie?” I turn onto my side but the room is bathed in darkness and I can’t make her out. I stop her hand and tug her towards me. She rolls into me and places her palm on my chest, nuzzling her head beneath my chin.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” she asks.

“How are you feeling?”

“I was dreaming,” she says. “I kept seeing it over and over again. I kept seeing Brooke fall backwards. The blood.”

“Do you wanna call the hospital and check on her?”

“No,” she sighs. “Her mom said she’d call. I don’t want to bother them when they’re probably trying to rest. I don’t even know what time it is.”

I reach my hand to the nightstand and turn on my phone, pausing for a second to take in the one word text message from Trevor before I check the time.

“It’s just after midnight,” I respond, setting my phone back down.

“I’ll just wait. Anne said the bank would be closed the rest of the week, I can go to the hospital and spell off Brooke’s parents in the morning.”

“You should eat,” I tell her.

“I don’t think I can yet.”

She begins to trace lazy circles over my chest with her fingertips as she slides her leg over mine. I can feel the towel she was wearing fall open against my side.

“Logan?”

“What is it babe?”

“I need to stop thinking. Just for awhile,” she whispers, leaning up and pressing her mouth to my neck. “Can you make it stop?” Her voice trembles over the last word and I roll her gently onto her back, my hands framing her face.

“Are you sure?”

My lips find hers as she parts her legs and I sink between her thighs, her bare skin pressed against my covered body. Being a teenage boy, I dreamed about what it would be like to have Prairie. But my wildest fantasy didn’t prepare me for the reality of last night. The way we fit together, the way she clung to me just as tightly as I clung to her. Being with her was perfection.

“Yes,” she says, running her hands up my back. “I’m sure.”

She reaches for the hem of my shirt and I help her pull it over my head, tossing it on the floor. Our bodies melt together as our mouths meet in a lazy kiss. There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now than here with her, giving her the distraction that she needs. I kneel up on the mattress and reach for the button on my jeans before she sits up and gently nudges my hands out of the way. She leans up and presses her lips to mine, her fingertips tracing the bird above my heart. She doesn’t have to ask if it’s for her, she knows that it is.

She pops open the button and slowly eases down my zipper. Her knuckles graze my cock as a groan rumbles up from my chest. I kick off my jeans but when I move to cover her body with mine, her hand stops me and she pushes me back slightly.

“Lie down Logan, on your back.”

I toss aside the damp towel that I used to wrap her up in and lie down, my cock painfully hard and my fingers itching to grab hold of her soft flesh. The covers rustle at the foot of the bed until I hear them fall to the floor. She places her legs on either side of mine and leans down, her hair brushing my groin as she grazes her teeth along my stomach. She nips and sucks, tasting my skin and moaning softly as she goes. It’s innocent but fucking hot as hell. She slides up my body until her lips are on my chest, trailing wet kisses above my heart and up my neck.

“What do you like, Logan?” she asks against my skin. “Tell me.”

I lift my hips, tug down my boxers and take her hand with mine, guiding her down until her palm is wrapped around my length. I wrap my hand around hers and squeeze firmly.

“Fuck Prairie, just touch me,” I groan, taking my hand away.

She keeps her grip tight and starts jerking me off as she trails her mouth along my jaw. She moans softly and it takes everything in me to not pin her underneath me. But whatever is going on in her head, she needs this, and I’m gonna let her take it.

 “Like this, or harder?” she rasps.

 “Grip me harder babe. Fuck, yes,” I hiss. “Goddamn.”

“Mm, I like touching you.”

Her mouth brushes mine before she pulls her hand away and slides herself back down my torso until her head is in my lap. She licks the length of my cock and leaves a sloppy wet kiss on the tip. My hands find the back of her head, my fingers tangling into the mass of wild curls. I restrain myself enough not to grip too tightly and wait for her to set the pace. She wraps one hand around my base and licks me again, this time swallowing me between her lips when she reaches the tip.

“Christ Prairie, that’s good,” I groan. “Your mouth is heaven.”

She hums along my dick and slides her mouth back and forth, her tongue lapping at every inch of me that she can get to. I shift my leg over until I can feel her pussy hovering above my shin. I can feel how wet she is and when I lift my leg slightly, she gasps at the contact but keeps her mouth on me and her rhythm steady.

I slide my leg against her dripping pussy until she settles herself on me and begins grinding down, bucking her hips back and forth, riding me. She’s so fucking wet it makes my dick pulse in her mouth, begging for relief. She presses herself down harder and suddenly my dick falls from her mouth as she rubs herself against my leg, moaning the sweetest fucking sounds I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

“Fuck babe, you’re gonna come just from that, aren’t you? It’s so fucking hot.”

“God, Logan, it feels so good.”

Her nails dig into my chest, my dick now sliding between her perfect breasts. I can’t take it anymore, I need to be inside of her.

“Come here,” I growl, pulling her up until her mouth is on mine.

I pull back and roll her onto her stomach, hitching up one of her smooth legs and bending it beside her. I reach for her pussy, dipping two fingers inside.

“Logan,” she gasps. “Please.”

I guide my throbbing dick and slide into her in one smooth thrust until I’m buried as deep as I possibly can be. I prop myself up on one arm and use the other hand to grip her hip as I slide in and out. Deeper every time, hitting her sweet spot with each thrust.

“Oh God, you’re so deep, don’t stop,” she moans. “Don’t stop!”

“Never,” I groan. “I can’t stop, you’re so damn sweet.”

I can feel my balls tighten but I hang on until I feel the walls of her pussy contract around me, her moans muffled by the pillow near her face. I come in long harsh strokes, feeling the shocks of her climax in every bone in my body. When she stops shaking and my heart stops hammering in my chest, I pull out slowly, instantly missing her tight warmth.

I slip from the bed and find a cloth in the bathroom, soaking it with warm water, I come back to find her unmoved. I gently slide the cloth along her swollen sex, cleaning us from her skin. She’s sated and lax when I slide onto the bed behind her and anchor her body to mine. She’s out within minutes and when I’m certain I won’t disturb her, I reach for my phone and roll over quietly. I tap the screen and find the message from Trevor.

Trevor: Santos.

I type out my reply, the scent of Prairie still lingering on my skin. My eyes fall on her as a heaviness fills my chest.

Me: Tomorrow.

I turn my phone off without waiting for a reply. The tension resting in my shoulders eases a fraction when I have Prairie back in my arms.

Tomorrow that fucker is gonna pay.

I can’t let it go. I won’t.