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Max rolled over, and looked out the window. The night before had seemed like another one of her fantasies, but now, she knew that it had all really happened. She and Logan had taken it to another level. It had surprised her…but it felt right.
Very right.
The apartment was quiet. Logan had insisted she go home after Bling got back from Bellingham at four in the morning. She had crashed as soon as she got back to her apartment and slept for an astonishing six hours.
Max slipped from her bed and quickly pulled some clothes on. She should go to work, but instead she felt drawn to head back to Logan's apartment…to affirm what had happened, to show him that she was okay with it.
She needed to make sure that it was real.
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The front door of Logan's apartment swung open. She looked in and smiled.
"Nice chair."
Logan moved back slightly so she could walk into the apartment. "Thanks. I like it." He smoothly pivoted to show off the shiny chrome and metal of the new chair.
"You must have gotten home okay," Logan said as he headed toward the kitchen.
"Yeah, it was fine," Max answered, trailing behind him. "So, did Bling do a good job with the selection?"
Logan grabbed a plate of muffins from the kitchen counter and set them on the table. "Yeah, I was lucky this time. It's getting harder to get good chairs around here, especially on short notice. He did say he saw most of the parts for an iBot there, though."
"iBot? What's that?" Max asked, picking up a muffin.
"Chair that came out about fifteen or twenty years ago. It used a gyroscope for balance and had six wheels on it. You could go to a standing position or it would even crawl up stairs."
Max made a face of distaste. "Doesn't sound like it would have much sex appeal."
Logan laughed. "You worried about my chair looking sexy?"
"Hey, don't want my meal ticket lookin' like a robot," Max shot back.
Logan smiled at her. "Thanks. But chair aside, you think I'm sexy?"
Max stopped eating her muffin and looked at him. She needed to determine if he was teasing or having a crisis of self-confidence. The smile snaking across his face assured her that he was okay.
"Sexy. Yeah, you're sexy," she replied.
Logan looked at her. "You know…I liked what we did…before…last night."
Max laughed at him, tumbling over his words. "You romance the ladies, much, Logan Cale?"
A small smile crossed Logan's face and he slowly rolled his eyes. "I used to be something of a lady killer, back in the day…"
"I remember," she replied.
Logan moved closer to her and took her hand, raising it up to his lips. He kissed it gently, then looked straight at her. "I don't know what it is with us, Max, but I can't stop thinking about you."
Max nodded. "Yeah, me too."
"Are we crazy?"
"Little bit," she answered.
He didn't reply, but instead, released her hand and turned his chair toward his bedroom. Silently, he wheeled away from her.
She waited a moment, then followed him.
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The shades were drawn in his room, changing the bright sun to a gentle glow within the room. Max stood at the door and watched as Logan slid from his chair onto the carefully made bed.
She watched as he lifted himself with his arms and swung onto the bed, then reached down and lifted his legs, one by one, onto the bed. Using his arms, he moved further onto the bed and then again repeated the effort of moving his legs and feet along with the rest of his body.
It was hard for her to remember him before the shooting; she had barely known him. But it was clear that things had changed physically for him. She could see his legs were much thinner than they would normally be for a man of his size. It didn't seem as obvious when he was sitting in his chair, but now, on the bed she could tell.
Logan was quiet, waiting for her. She crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes met hers and locked into her gaze before his hands moved down, loosening his shirt from the waist of his pants. He slid it up and over his head, dropping it on the floor next to the bed.
Max slid further onto the bed, her hip resting next to Logan's feet. She mimicked his movement, removing her own shirt. She paused, then removed her bra, releasing her breasts.
Logan's eyes dipped for a moment, taking in her smooth skin, returning to lock eyes with her.
Loosening the waist of his pants, he rolled to the left and eased them down over his hip. He rolled to the right, repeating the action. Slowly, but surely, the pants moved down his legs.
Max kept her eyes from moving to his action, rather taking it in with her peripheral vision. She watched as he struggled to pull the material from his limp legs, pulling the pants down over his unfeeling feet, past his knees, now bent and slumping over on one another.
Logan pulled the pants free and stopped. His gaze dropped down and she followed his eyes as they focused on the tubing snaking down his leg. After a half beat, he raised his eyes up again and she glanced up to meet them.
She hadn't thought about it, about what it would mean for him physically if he were hurt this way. She knew he couldn't walk, but she had never taken the time to think about the other things.
Logan's hand moved down his shaft, easing the tube out of his body. She watched from the corner of her eye as he clipped the tube and then loosened the bag strapped around his leg. He looked down for a moment, as he removed the bag and set it along the bed, where it wouldn't be disturbed.
Max watched as Logan finished, then returned to meet his gaze as a small smile crept onto his face. She reached up with her hand and ran her fingers down the side of his cheek, chin and down his neck.
Logan reached out and unbuttoned the top of her jeans, sliding the zipper down. Max moved so she was straddling his legs and Logan reached forward and slid his hands down her back, slowly removing the jeans from her hips and down her legs.
Max slid back, resting on his legs as he pulled the denim free from her body. Once that was done, he reached for her, pulling her toward him once again so he could slide her panties off.
Max moved so that her knees on either side of his. She once again returned to his eyes, trying to understand how it was for him. He was nervous, she could tell, but at the same time, there was a total sense of calm.
His eyes were drilling deep into her, peering into her soul. She knew that he was looking for trepidation on her part, but she wasn't scared.
Logan pushed down with his arms, pulling himself so he rested higher on pillows at the head of the bed.
Max looked down at him, his eyes, his lips, down across his strong, broad shoulders and chest. She reached down and whispered touches over his neck, across his shoulders and down his right arm. He was strong from the therapy.
Logan continued to watch as she explored his body, her fingers moving down his chest, along his ribs, to the skim of hair that peeked up from his navel.
Max slid up closer to his hips, the skin on her thighs pressed against his cool, unfeeling skin.
He pushed up from the bed with his arms until he was sitting straight up, her body resting on his.
He continued to brace himself with his arms, leaning forward and kissing her, first along her neck and then down along her small, but firm breasts. He teased the dark skin around her nipple until it stood hard, waiting for his ministrations to continue.
His head bent down as he tried to keep moving lower. Understanding what he was doing, Max moved back, and his kisses moved lower. He lifted once again and reclined back against the pillows.
Logan reached down, his hands on either side of her hips and pulled her up so she was on her knees facing him. He moved himself slightly higher up the bed and began kissing her, his lips tasting her as she continued to grow wetter. He reached up with his right hand and began to massage her.
Max began to gasp as the waves of desire passed through her. It was unlike anything she'd experienced before, so different than the faceless sex she had sought out when her heat overwhelmed her.
She collapsed against him, unsure how to continue. Her hand slipped down to do the same for him, but she stopped, knowing that it wouldn't affect him the same way.
She rolled off Logan's body and lay next to him, looking at him in the bed. She wanted to reciprocate, to please him as he had pleased her.
Her hand strayed again, touching the soft slack skin between his legs. It was smooth, betraying nothing about what it used to do for him.
Logan's hand reached down and took hers. He moved it up his body, to his chest, where she knew he could still feel her touch. He directed her across the light hair around his nipples and down along his side. He lifted her hand so that her touch was light, almost a tickle, along his body, up to his arm.
He pulled his hand away and she continued her soft, tickling movements.
His breath quickened as hers had earlier and he squirmed slightly below her.
He seemed to be holding his breath, the touch of her hand bringing him to the edge and right over. After a moment, he let it out. She stopped and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, but a look of pure pleasure was plastered on his face.
Max leaned down and whispered in his ear. "I feel like a real shit, but if I don't go, Normal's going to have my hide."
"Go," Logan replied, his eyes still closed. Then he opened them and locked her gaze once again. "Amazing."
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Max's motorcycle hummed below her as she raced across the city. Nothing could hold her back today, not sector police or their lines, not even Normal. Her soul wanted to sing.
She stashed the cycle behind Jam Pony and slipped into the locker room.
"Hey there," she greeted Original Cindy, who was standing in front of her locker.
Cindy turned to look at Max, her eyes moving slowly up and down Max's body. "Damn, girl. You got some."
Max shot her a questioning look. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you got busy with someone. Original Cindy may not kick the licketyboo with the brothers, but she recognizes a booty call."
Max didn't reply, instead turning to search her locker for some mysteriously lost, completely necessary bike accoutrement.
"Fine, don't share the details with a sistah, but I'm tellin' you, Boo. I know you got some."
She wasn't ready to share what had happened that morning. It had exceeded whatever fantasies had been running through her head, but it also seemed like something Logan needed to do, needed to get over. Maybe having her in the bag was like having her chase down Solinski.
But why had she done it? Because she loved him? Or because the thought of seeing him naked and in his bed had filled her thoughts since that first day in the hospital? Maybe her motivations weren't any better than his.
It was something they were going to have to talk about.
To Be Continued…