Logan's Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel by Sarah Robinson

at him, allowing herself to be on full display.
    “Stop right there, mister!” She said firmly and a bit loudly. Logan froze in surprise and looked at her, confusion etched across his face.
    “What’s wrong?”  He asked, his eyes still stuck on her naked breasts.  
    “You can’t just burst in here and take what you want.  I’m not a booty call, Logan.” She smirked and tilted her head to the side.
    “That would sound a lot more convincing if you weren’t completely nude right now.” He grinned back, purposefully pressing her buttons. She huffed and made a pouting face.  
    “Should I get dressed then?” She asked, being mean.
    “I didn’t say that.” He volleyed back.  
    “You left before I woke up the other night and I haven’t heard from you since. How the hell do you think that made me feel?” Her eyes narrowed angrily. Logan tried to hold back a smile because she looked very cute when she was angry with her nose scrunched up and her cheeks flushed red. He did feel a pang of guilt sweep through him though, knowing he had been a jerk.
    He stepped forward and climbed onto the bed swiftly, causing Gina to scurry backwards in an attempt to be out of his reach.  He was much faster than her and easily scooped her up and pinned her on the bed beneath him.  Their faces were inches apart and he saw a tear welling in her eye, which he thought for a second looked somewhat fake but then brushed that thought away.
    “I thought about you so many times.” He spoke in a low, throaty whisper brushing his lips against her jaw and kissing her skin softly.
    “Really?” She asked, a timid quiver in her voice as she squirmed beneath him, struggling to control the feelings he was causing to pulse through her body.
    “Fuck yes.” He groaned into her ear as she pressed her hips up against his body, teasing him.
    “I don’t know if I believe you.  I think I need some convincing.”  She said, a small smile on her face as she turned her head away from him dramatically.  
    He growled at her stubbornness and bit down on her shoulder causing her to yelp. Then he lifted her with one hand behind her back and slid her up higher on the bed effortlessly, pushing her legs apart.  He pushed her leg up so her knee was bent and her thigh was against his cheek, then turned to kiss the sensitive skin and alternate between gentle biting and kissing.  
    She squirmed and tried to pull out of his grasp because it was too much, she was sure her body was about to spontaneously combust. Her breath was ragged and her skin was instantly damp from the heat coursing through her veins at the feeling of his lips on her inner thigh, inching higher by the second.  Logan just grabbed her hips, firmly pushing them into the bed and removing any chance of her escaping him.  
    “Stop moving and let me convince you.”  He ordered her in a husky and fierce tone.  She looked down at him and giggled, finally consenting as she dropped her head back down on the pillow, allowing him to convince her time and time again.  
     
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    “Fuck them.  You were the reason every person in that bar was on their feet cheering.  You, Logan.  Not your friends.  If they can’t be happy for you, then screw them.”  Gina spouted off, her head against Logan’s shoulder as they laid in bed together, his arm around her back.  He was looking at the ceiling after telling her about what had happened earlier that night, hoping that talking about it out loud would suddenly lead to an answer.
    “I know, but it doesn’t mean that they aren’t happy for me.  It’s just that we have always been a band, I never really thought about going off on my own.  We have been together for years.”  Logan defended his friends, although he wasn’t sure why.
    “No, not a chance.  They are just jealous assholes.  You were the star.  You have the talent and you carried the show.  My dad wants you and has since I first told him about you.” Gina