Reaching for the Moon by ThePekingNoodle
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Chapter Seventy-Nine: Kick a little butt, Make a little love, Get Down Tonight…
In which our hero and heroine discover that they make a good team, for kicking butt and other things…
The two thugs from the next table came charging out of the alley, straight at Max who waited calmly.
Logan scrambled to his feet. He was holding a piece of wood about the size of a baseball bat. He heard a sound behind him and whirled, swinging the wood like a bat. It caught the third thug square in the chest, and he staggered back against the brick wall of the building. Logan stood there and waited as the man caught his breath and then came back at him swinging wildly. Logan dropped the wood and sidestepped his swings, and then hit him in the face with a strong left hook.
Behind Logan, Max had thrown the first thug hard against the wall. His companion circled her looking for an opening. She could tell by his stance that he had some martial arts training, and she was ready when
he came at her with a kick designed to take her legs out from under her. She jumped lightly over his leg and as she came down she landed several quick blows, that had him off balance. Before he could regain his balance and come at her again, she used a sweep kick to send him sprawling. Then she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and easily tossed him into an open dumpster.
She turned to see that Logan had nearly finished with the third man who was now standing with his back to the wall. Blood was streaming from his nose and his hands held up in supplication. Logan gave her a quick sidelong look and then finished off his opponent with another hard blow. The thug slid down the wall and ended in a heap at the base of it. Max smiled at Logan, standing there with her hands on her hips. Logan's eyes met hers and he started to return her smile, but suddenly the expression on his face changed.
"Max!"
She spun even before her name was out of his mouth. The first thug had come to his feet and was about to bring a chunk of wood down on her head. With blinding speed, Max caught his arm in mid-swing. She twisted hard and the thug let out a scream of pain. There was an audible snap and he fell to the ground, clutching his broken arm.
"Come on Logan, let's blaze before all of CRASH is out here to see what's going on." Max sprinted to her bike and before Logan could move to join her, she pulled up next to him. "Hop on."
Logan threw his leg over the bike and grabbed her waist as she gunned the engine, and roared away from the club. They flew for several blocks before Max finally slowed the bike. She tossed her head and laughed. Logan couldn't help but join in, his adrenaline pumping from their recent encounter.
"We make a good team," he said into her ear.
Max turned her head just slightly, and he could make out her lips moving over the roar of the bike's engine.
"Damn right we do." He caught her smile before she turned face forward again and gave the bike more gas.
Instead of heading straight back to Fogle Towers, Max took them on a wild ride through the streets of Seattle. Logan felt the blood rushing in his veins and the throb of the bike's powerful engine between his legs. He was conscious of Max leaning back against him, pressing her hips against his raging arousal. His hands wandered up from her waist and she made no protest as he cupped her breasts through her leather jacket; instead she leaned back closer against him. After a few minutes that wasn't enough for him, and he slid his hands down to her waist where he slipped them under her tank top. The bike wobbled slightly as he found her smooth skin. Logan paused but Max had the bike under control, so he resumed his upward journey. Soon his hands were once again cupping her, this time without layers of clothing in the way. Max shuddered as he began to play lightly.
"Should I stop?" he said into her ear, his hot breath sending more shivers racing through her. Max could feel him, hard against her, and she felt a matching throbbing between her legs as his hands played. She shook her head in the negative, giving the bike more gas and letting the vibrations meld with the feel of Logan as he pulled her hard against him. She reached her limit when he dipped his head and began to kiss the back of her neck. She was about to give up and pull the bike to the side of the street, when she glanced up and realized they had reached Fogle Towers. The tires squealed on the pavement as she spun the bike hard to the left and into the parking garage tunnel. Within moments it was parked in their spot and Max cut the engine.
Max let her head fall back against Logan, not even attempting to dismount from the bike. She was sure her legs wouldn't support her if she tried. Logan chuckled, well aware of her response to him, and he continued to lightly nip at her neck as his hands roamed downward.
When they reached the waistband of her jeans she shuddered and looked around. "Logan…"
"Mmmm?" he murmured completely absorbed with the snap of her jeans.
"We're in the parking garage." She managed to get out, as the snap opened and he slid her zipper down.
"And?" One hand slipped into her jeans. Then it stopped. "Commando?" he said sounding surprised.
"It's…the…only way…ohh…to go…um… with…Logan…jeans…" Max barely managed to choke out as his clever fingers worked their magic on her. "Ohhh…what if someone comes?" she made a supreme effort to get out the last.
Logan smiled, "I certainly hope someone does." His voice was hoarse. One hand continued to play under her tank as the other skillfully brought her closer and closer to the edge. His body was hard against her back as she gave up and let him have his way. Logan continued kissing her neck, interspersing the kisses with soft nips. Max pushed up against his hand as he brought her to the very verge. Then he paused. "No…don't stop…please…" she shifted against him.
Logan felt a surge of emotion as he looked at her. Her head rested back against his shoulder and her face was flushed, her eyes closed. Her hands rested on his knees as she moved restlessly against him. He reveled in the beauty of Max with her defenses completely down, as she surrendered herself to him totally.
He let one hand continue to tease her, keeping her at the edge as he reached behind her with the other and unzipped his own jeans. Before she could protest, he lifted her from the bike and spun her to face him, bringing her legs around to straddle his lap. Max's eyes flew open as she realized his intent and her hands quickly found and freed him. She lifted slightly to allow him to slide her jeans down.
Their eyes locked and then he pulled her hard onto him. "Logan!" Max choked out as he filled her.
"Oh god…Max." He thought he would come just from the feel of her clenching tightly around him.
Max shuddered slightly and he could feel the tremors of her climax rippling through her and surrounding him. That was all he needed to join her.
It seemed like an eternity before Logan came back to a sense of where they were. They were still seated on the bike. Max's legs were wrapped around him and she was collapsed against his chest. His arms were locked around her, holding her to him tightly.
"Max?" he whispered. She didn't respond and he wondered if she was asleep. A wave of tenderness washed over him. "Max?" he tried once more, still with no response. He smiled and dropped a light kiss on her head. "I love you." he whispered under his breath, before he realized what he was going to say. Max sighed and curled closer to him as he froze. Logan let out the breath he was holding.
He let her rest for a few more minutes as he held her close and let his emotions subside. Then he lightly shook her. "Max wake up. We should go upstairs."
"Mmm, comfortable." She protested.
"You won't be if the security guard makes it here before we put ourselves back together." He chuckled.
Max sat up straight at that. "Damn Logan, what were you thinking?" She glanced around in a panic.
"It's fine. He won't be around for a few hours. Right about now he's napping in his office with his good friend Jack Daniels keeping him company." He reassured her.
Max pulled away from him and scrambled off of the bike. She turned away as she adjusted her jeans.
Logan made his own adjustments and then swung off the bike himself.
He held out a hand to her. Max looked at him struck by the look he was giving her. A nagging thought hit her. Did he say what I thought he said before? No, you were dreaming. Had to be…
"Logan what did you say to me?"
"About the security guard?"
"No before that …right after we…" she stopped.
Logan met her gaze. "Max wake up?"
"Oh right."
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. The two stepped inside and the doors closed behind them.
End of Chapter Seventy-Nine…TBC…
