Chapter 3
Teris Xenite
terisxenite@hotmail.com
Author's Note and disclaimer: No I don't own them. If I did they'd still be able to touch (there were other ways to inject tension). I have to admit as much as I don't like it.the virus was a good one. But the shipper in me can't leave this alone.so here lies the story. Somehow I have the feeling that it will be one of many like this but hey gotta toss my two cents in (and since I updated both of my other stories in the last week I don't feel bad in doing so even though this is a first chapter). I hope you enjoy, review or no more posting shall occur (I tried not blackmailing I really did and my muse starved so). And lastly the italicized words are thoughts, the bold italicized words are a characters counter thoughts while arguing with themselves.
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A few moments into her bike ride they discovered that they had finished with all the trivial pursuits of their respective days, and the ardor from a short time ago had paled with the distraction. It was then that Logan decided to kick things up a notch, but just one. He didn't want Max to lose her concentration to the point that she was in danger, but a little devilment wouldn't hurt.
"So Max, are you up for a game of truth or dare?"
"What's with you and the phone games today?"
"Just killing time till you get home. Besides it's a great way to learn all kinds of stuff about you that you probably wouldn't tell me otherwise."
"Turn about is still fair play right?"
"Right."
"In that case, shoot."
"Truth or dare?"
"Well since I'm in the middle of a traffic jam in Sector 4, I'm going to have to say truth."
"What is the most romantic thing a guy has ever done for you?"
"Well.ah the only thing that would count as romantic would be that case of motor oil Eric sent me. Sneaking into a girls crib, riffling through her things, and then leaving her a present doesn't count."
"You mean to tell me that the most romantic thing a guy's ever done for you, excluding myself, was send you a case of motor oil on what he perceived to me the morning after?"
"Well yeah.I normally only go after guys when I'm in heat. You're well, different."
"Different how?"
"As in the first relationship that didn't start with hormone induced madness."
"I like the sound of that.And I promise you, I will definitely top that case of motor oil."
"Somehow I don't doubt that. Now it's your turn, truth or dare?"
"Interesting choices.and although I'd love to see what you could come up with for a dare.I'll take truth."
"Well since we kind covered my relationship history in the last question, how many relationships have you had?"
"Serious or other wise?"
"Serious.although I'm curious about the otherwise too."
"Three. Daphne, Val, and Krista."
"Ok the first two I know, but who's Krista?"
"My girlfriend through high school and college."
"Really? Logan Cale, playboy of the western world only had one girlfriend through high school AND college?"
"Yes really.I thought she was the one, until I walked in on her with my best friend."
"Ouch." Max winced in sympathy. She remembered how much it had hurt her when Darren played her that way. But why on Earth would any girl be stupid enough to do that to Logan? I mean me I can understand, with my female fog bank syndrome, but Logan?
"Yeah.which led me to the otherwise, and Daphne.then Val." The pain and sadness in his voice tore at her heart. The bitch better hope I never get my hands on her, cause if I do her ass is grass.
"Logan, I can tell you for a fact, the woman was an idiot. They all were."
"Mm, so was Darren."
"How'd you know about that?"
"Cindy and I got together and cried in our beers together a couple of times. His name came up, and I went out looking for the son of a bitch."
"And what were you gonna do if you found him?"
"I was caught between killing him quickly so as not to allow him to continue wasting oxygen or beating him within an inch of his life and letting him suffer."
"Funny, same thing goes through my mind every time I think about your ex's."
"I swear Max, I'll never hurt you like that."
I wish I could say that.but I can't. How could I? I'm poison. By this point and time Max was rolling her bike in her front door. "Honey, I'm home!"
"Good now the real fun starts, where are you exactly?"
"I'm rolling my bike through the front door."
"When you get in follow the trail of white rose petals."
Max looked down and saw a mixture of red and white rose petals at her feet. She dropped her bike against the wall and made her way along the trial of white petals. Her recent stay in Manticore had instilled in her a measure of paranoia, and she unconsciously carried the mysterious package under one arm and held the phone to her ear with her shoulder leaving both hands free in case she should need to defend herself.
After a few seconds it became apparent to Max that her bathroom was the intended destination. "Logan, why is there a trail of rose petals leading to my bathroom?"
"You'll see when you open the door."
As Max opened the door a warm fragrant steam enveloped her. Her normally drab bath had been transformed into a sensuous paradise with soft light from a multitude of candles , lush towels, flower petals, and a warm frothy bubble bath ready and waiting just for her. She breathed in the aromatic steam, and felt the tension easing from her shoulders. "Mmm, Logan I'm impressed. This defiantly tops a case of motor oil."
"Baby you ain't seen nothing yet. Now there is a speaker on the counter. Do me a favor plug the phone into it."
"Alright." In less than a second Max had the phone plugged up to the speaker, and the rich tones of Logan's voice filled the small room with a warmth, an intimacy that she'd missed.
"So now that we've handled that.let's get you into that bath before the water gets cold." He paused a moment seeming to consider how best to continue. "Truth or dare?"
"Pardon?"
"We never finished our game, and it's my turn. Truth or dare."
"Decisions, decisions. Truth." Max said hoping that her voice wouldn't betray her nervousness.
"Have you ever had phone sex before?" He hated to be so blunt, but there really was no way for a gentleman to ask such a question.
"No."
"Well then my love, do you know how this works?"
"Not really, but I'm sure you'll be willing to help me fumble though it."
"Most definitely. Alright, the first thing I want you to do is close your eyes?"
"Ok."
"Now listen to the sound of my voice and imagine I'm there with you. As I tell you how I would touch you I want you to touch yourself and pretend that your hands are mine."
"Alright." Max had never imagined herself doing something like this. She'd always thought of phone sex as something dirty and twisted, but then she'd never imagined falling in love either.
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah."
"If I were there with you the first thing I would do is pull you close to me, and kiss you. I would press my lips against yours very softly at first, then I would cradle your head in one hand running my fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp. With the other I'd caress your cheek and tilt your mouth closer to mine. I'd run my tongue over your lips slowly, until you opened your mouth to me."
A small hitch in her breathing picked up by the sensitive mike let him know that she was beginning to get into the game. "I slide over your teeth and across your tongue. Then I'd slide my finger slowly across your chin and down your neck, stopping for a moment at your pulse. I can feel it start to pound as our kisses become more passionate."
Max's hand had unconsciously drifted along her chin as Logan spoke and now rested at her hammering pulse. How could this man affect her so with only words? As he spoke her heart beat harder, her breathing became quicker, and the temperature in the room went up at least fifteen degrees. Her every day fears and concerns faded away like a mist at dawn. All cares were gone from her mind as her world narrowed to encompass only the sound of his voice and the feelings that it inspired in her.
Max hadn't spoken since his instructions had began, but Logan could tell that he was having an effect on her by the rapid increase in her breathing. "Then I'd slide my fingers between your breasts and down to your stomach. I take both hands and slide them under the hem of your shirt, and slowly side my hands up, inching your up and over your head taking the time to enjoy touching you. I kiss your neck and jaw, then rest my lips against your cheek. Your skin is so soft Max, I love touching you."
Her hands had ceased to be her own as she became lost in the fantasy he created. Her perfect memory allowed her to recreate every sensation, from the spicy scent of his after shave to the brush of stubble across her skin, and the heated perfection of his body entwined with hers. His voice had a hypnotic effect on her and she found her self wishing that he would cease this tender torture, completing the dance of suppressed desire, that they had been entangled in since they met.
"Then I kiss you very slowly, tenderly as I slide my hands across your back. My fingers find the clasp of your bra, and as we kiss I unfasten it. I step away and slide my hands along your arms as I remove it, then I cup your breasts caressing them gently and brushing my fingers ever so lightly against your nipples."
A faint blush had spread over her cheeks and with each beat of her heart inched further down along her breast bone. Soft mewling noises had began emerging from her throat, and at his last words her nipples had instantly hardened. "I kiss you again, holding you close to me. I slide my hands over your back again this time dipping lower. I take the waistband of your shorts in hand and slowly slide them down your legs caressing the inside of your thighs as I do."
Logan was enjoying this more than he ever would have dreamed. While it wasn't the conventional foreplay that he'd imagined participating in with Max, it did provide the satisfaction of discovering that the mere sound of his voice could turn her on. But this was merely foreplay, if she was getting this excited this early in the game he couldn't wait until the finale. He made a mental note to make Max scream as well as blush before the night was over.
"I follow your shorts to the floor, and place soft kisses starting at your knees and working my way up to that tiny little scrap of nothing that you call under ware." At any other time Max would have blushed at the insinuation that he had indeed noticed her under wear on the occasions that he'd done her laundry, but at the moment she was adrift on a sea of warm lassitude and increasing desire.
"I can feel your heat Max, and your scent is driving me crazy. I can't wait to taste you. I bring an arm up to support your hips, and spread your legs a little further apart, then I move that lucky piece of cloth to one side and run my tongue from the very edge of your center all the way to your clit." A strangled gasp caught his attention, and he decided to move away from such a sensitive area. "Mmm, I was right angel, you do taste as good as you look. I slide up you body, sending your panties sliding to the floor as I do, I kiss you again, and you can taste yourself on my lips."
"Mmm, Logan."
"See, I told you that you tasted good."
"Logan, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"Of course I do baby, I'm making love to you. Does that bother you? Do you want me to stop?"
"No, but you're driving me crazy."
"That's the point love, and by morning I promise that you'll view insanity in a much different light."
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Well there you have it, my first published attempt at adult fiction. Hope you liked it. Either way, let me know, suggestions and comments are greatly appreciated. I shall post again soon, hopefully anyway. I plan on updating Broken next, then the final chapter of 12 Days, then the next chapter of this one. Up next, poetry, the bath, and the box.
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