Chapter 24

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, music, or movies mentioned.

AN: Wow a whole month and that's not even the longest I've gone without updating. Sorry for the spelling mistakes, I'm a moron, but I'll catch them in a few months when I reread my stories. Anyway…. shits about to get interesting. Enjoy!

"You're really not going to tell me?" Rory asked with her eyebrow raised, backing Logan into the wall and unbuttoning his shirt.

"Nope," he said. He kissed her teasingly, smirking and pulling her against his chest rather forcefully.

"Hm, that could be a deal breaker," she said, starting to pull away. Logan turned them around and pushed her back against the wall instead.

"There are plenty of things you don't tell me," he said huskily, attaching his lips to her neck. Her hands wandered his chest and abs once she got his shirt open. "For instance, when you went on birth control."

"That's fair," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him harder. He loosened his grip on her hips and trailed his hands down to her ass. Rory whimpered as he pulled her against him, and his cock rubbed intimately on her core.

"And I think that applied to me more than my surprise does to you," he said.

"Well that depends on the surprise," she whispered.

"Trust me, don't worry about it. Now are we going to do the foreplay bullshit, or can I just fuck you?" he growled.

"Someone's eager," she said, smirking against his lips. "I think we can go straight to the main event; this whole damn night has been foreplay Huntzberger."

"Don't I know it, just look at this dress," he said, squeezing her ass once more. (dress is on the Pinterest board)

Rory responded by unzipping and unbuttoning his pants before shoving them and his boxers down. Gripping his cock and making sure he was hard enough; she made sure his pants were down at his ankles and out of their way. While he moved his lips to nuzzle her breasts in the revealing dress, which did just as much to turn him on as it did for her, if not more.

Moving his head from her chest, he captured her lips in his once again, hiked her dress up and thrusted into her. She gasped into his mouth at the force and her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

Logan surprised her by lifting her by the ass and pinning her between his hard chest and the wall, efficiently changing the angle. Her head fell back, and she let out breathy moans while he continuously pounded into her. Her hands were in his hair and his lips were back on her neck as he tried to muffle his groans.

"Logan," she panted. "Oh god Logan."

When he said fuck, he had really meant fuck. Logan set a punishing pace, one Rory was all too happy with as it caused him to hit her G-spot each and every time. After the night of constant teasing they had had, it was a huge relief and immense satisfaction to them both now that he was finally buried inside her. "Fuck Ace," he grunted as he thrusted deep into her again.

Rory tightened her legs around him causing Logan to groan louder. He ripped her dress strap down off her shoulder to gain contact with her now naked chest. One of the things he loved most about the dress, other than the obvious, was the easy access that came with Rory wearing no bra. He attached his mouth to her left nipple, prompting her to cry out his name yet again. Focusing on her breasts and his thrusting inside her proved to have quite the effect on him. He desperately wanted to prolong the sensation, but he couldn't hold on any longer. Maybe if she hadn't tried giving me a hand job under the table earlier, I would be able to last a little longer.

Logan slid his hand under her thigh and in between them, catching her off guard by rolling her clit in his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, fuck Logan," she practically screamed when she felt him pinch her clit. It was just what she needed to go over the edge.

"Come on Ace, come for me," he grunted as he continued to pound his cock in her.

"I'm so close," she said, moaning over and over, finally reaching her climax. Logan felt her clamp down on his throbbing member and he spilled into her. They rode out their intense orgasms together, panting and sweating with Logan still holding her up on his waist. He turned and placed her on the marble sink to pull out of her.

"That's what you get for not wearing panties under that dress," he smirked, placing his hands on either side of her on the counter.

"Hm, remind me not to wear panties more often," she said.

"Gladly," he said, leaning in to kiss her softly.

Quickly redressing each other, the scrambled to get out and rejoin the party before anyone noticed where they went off to or worse, walked in on them post quick fuck in the women's bathroom.

Since it was New Year's Eve and they wouldn't be returning to school for another week they had made the trip to New York for the big event. It was nearing midnight and evidently Logan had decided that the three hours they had spent in the club were too many to go without being inside his girl.

They discretely slipped out and back into the overcrowded party. Logan held tight to her hand as he led her through the hordes of people to the rest of their friends who were behind velvet ropes in the VIP section. The bouncer let them back through with a nod and they made their way back to their seats, unfortunately not without Steph calling them out on where they had been.

"No comment," Logan told her sitting back down on the sleek couch and pulling a giggling Rory into his lap.

"I think we had too much champagne," she hiccupping as she said it which sent her into another fit of giggles. Chuckling at her, he ran his hands over her curves and helped her drunken-self maneuver her way to straddling his lap. "OK maybe I had too much champagne."

"You think Ace?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I feel great," she said, leaning her whole body into his to kiss him.

"Mm, I think that might have more to do with the orgasm I just gave you than the champagne," he hummed against her lips, his hands traveling further south.

"You think so Mr. Huntzberger?" she teased him with a smirk that rivaled his own.

"Yeah be smart all you want, you'll be unbelievably hung over tomorrow," he told her.

"Mm, I doubt that," she sighed into his neck, nipping at his earlobe with her teeth.

"Do you?" he asked, amused. He was right, she never drank and tonight she hadn't been without a glass in her hand until now.

"Mhm," she said, placing wet kisses on his ear now. "I think we'll be up so late tonight; you'll fuck it right out of me."

"That does sound much better than vomit tomorrow," he chuckled, willing his cock to stay down. For god sakes he just fucked her, was that not enough for him?

"Well I would hope so," she giggled again. He kind of loved drunk Rory. She was always so light and happy, unencumbered by the stress of her normal life. "Now when are you going to tell me about this surprise of yours mister?"

"Ugh," he groaned, his head falling back to rest on the couch. "I thought we were done with this."

"Oh you know I am not one to forget Huntz," she said, leaning back to look him in the eye.

"Yes, I do unfortunately," he sighed. "But you should know I'm not one to spoil anything."

"Don't turn my words around on me," she said, shaking her head and leaning back in to kiss him just lightly.

"Rory! Are you coming?" Steph called to her from where she and Elle stood in front of the velvet rope. Rory nodded to them before turning back to Logan. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I'm going to go with Steph, and I'll leave you to think this over," she whispered against his lips.

"I'm not going to change my mind," he promised her, letting her steal another kiss before she slipped off his lap and went to join the girls. The bouncer opened the rope for them to walk through it and they promptly joined the rest of the crowd dancing in front of the DJ's stage.

The music was blasting through the speakers surrounding the club as they stayed together and danced like the drunk as hell women they currently were.

Rory was rather surprised by herself right now and how… carefree she was acting. She supposed her attitude could be attributed to the alcohol, but she had never really acted like this before Logan. He had completely brought her out of her shell in the months she has known him, and she was loving it. She was becoming the person she had always wanted to be but was too afraid to become.

She was really getting into the song that had just come on, one she and Logan frequently danced to on nights like this one, when she felt hands settle on her waist. Her eyes closed and her mind focused on the music, she backed into the strong embrace. And she would have stayed there too had it now been for Steph shouting her name. When she did open her eyes Steph was staring behind her with an alarming look on her face. She whipped around herself, expecting to see Logan standing behind her which unfortunately was not the case.

Rory jerked back out of the stranger's arms and glared at him as Steph pulled her towards herself.

"Oh come on," he said, reaching for her again, forcing the two girls to step back. "Just one dance?"

"I'd rather not," Rory said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She could tell this guy wasn't going anywhere until he was forced to. She still felt Steph's hand on her arm but when she glanced around herself, she didn't see Elle anywhere. "Where's Elle?"

"Getting Logan," Steph said, rubbing Rory's arm.

"The other slut went to get pretty boy huh?" he said, rolling his eyes. "He ain't gonna do anything, just give in, you know want it."

"Yes, she really wants it. Hence the fear and trying to get away from you," Steph said, dramatically rolling her eyes right back at him.

"Come on, don't get your panties in a twist," he barked. "Save your boy a black eye and-."

He never got to finish that next crude sentence because he was forced a significant distance away from the girls by Colin and Finn who each grabbed one of his arms. Logan stepped in front of the bastard, separating him from the girls.

"I suggest you back the hell off," he told him menacingly as he shoved him nearly three steps back. "And keep your filthy hands to yourself before I haul off and hit you so hard, you'll swallow your own teeth."

From where Rory was standing, Logan could easily carry out this threat. He was about the same height as this jack ass, but he was much, much bigger, not to mention he was pissed.

"Whoa dude, chill," the guy said, putting his hands up. "She came onto me."

Logan just laughed at him before turning and smirking at Rory. He could tell she was afraid of this guy and he also knew there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell she had "come onto" him. He looked back at the bastard and stayed eerily silent for the situation and the loud club.

"This isn't my fault, your girl's just a slut, learn to control-," he also didn't get to finish that because Logan did in fact haul off and punch him. "Fuck!" His hand flew to his jaw which was going to hurt like hell for the next couple of weeks.

"Get him the fuck out of here," Logan said. Rory wasn't sure who he was talking to but two of the bodyguards that had been in front of the VIP section grabbed the guy and dragged him towards the back exit.

"Holy shit," Rory sighed. "What was wrong with him?"

"I don't know," Logan said, running his hand through his hair. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, letting him pull her into his arms. She nuzzled her head into his chest when he kissed her hair. "What about your hand?" She took it in her own and lifted it up to her lips.

"Don't worry about my hand, his face wasn't that hard," he told her.

"Good," she giggled. Leave it to Logan to make her laugh after something like that.

"What a jackass," Finn said. "When a woman says no, it fucking means no."

"You two ok?" Colin asked Steph and Elle, pulling Steph under his arm.

"Yeah, we're fine, he barely even addressed us," Steph said, leaning up to kiss him.

"Ok," Rory said. "He is not going to Ruin our New Years Eve." She shifted Logan's wrist to see his watch. "It is 11:30, the ball is about to drop, let's enjoy it."

"I agree," Logan said.

"And that sobered me up far too much, I need another drink," she told him, looking up at him and rest her chin on his chest.

"And I take it I'll be getting that for you?" he asked.

"You're brilliant you know that?" she teased.

"Mhm," he said, rolling his eyes at her but then leaning down to kiss her glossy lips. When he pulled away, she reached up to kiss him again.

"I'll stay with Colin and Finn," she assured him.

"I'll be right back," he said, landing another kiss on her before squeezing her tight and letting her go again. He disappeared into the crowd and she turned to talk to Colin and Steph while he was gone.

The rest of the night was much less eventful. They did see the ball drop and by the end of the night they had kind of split up into two groups, much like they did on every other night they all went out, couples and not couples. The two couples stayed together and really had no idea where everyone else has gone off to. The assumption was that they were going home with other people or bringing someone back to the hotel room. The only person they saw was Finn who came back to Rory and Logan, whining every time he struck out.

When Logan finally woke up it couldn't have been earlier than 11 o'clock which wasn't surprising since a certain someone couldn't get enough of his dick last night, her words not his. Their hot and heavy midnight kiss has made her insatiable, wanting to be fucked everywhere and wouldn't take no for an answer. They had gotten rid of the rest of the group and retired to their own hotel suite. He was free to fuck his girl on the counter, the couch, the walls, everywhere he could reach without having to let go of her.

He was surprised to find himself only moderately hung over but even more surprised to find that he was fucking freezing. Being naked and lacking a blanket evidently did that to you because as soon as he turned over his eyes landed on Rory, lying on her stomach, wrapped up snug as can be in the white duvet. Despite the cold, he couldn't help but chuckle at her, she was absolutely adorable. It boggled him how one woman could make him want to pin her down and fuck her half the time, but then turn right around and make him want to hold her, keep her safe, and never let her go the other half.

He reached over and as carefully as he could attempted to unravel her from the blankets. That proved to be impossible to do without waking her up and in seconds he was staring into those gorgeous, breathtakingly cerulean eyes.

"Good morning handsome," she whispered, her lips turning up into a smile.

"Good morning baby," he responded, a smile literally lighting up his face. "Comfy?"

"Very," she sighed, snuggling against the pillow. "Warm?"

"No so much," he chuckled at her smart comment. "You gonna let me in there?"

"Mm, maybe," she teased. "I'm quite enjoying the view."

"Well I can't say I blame you," he smirked at her. "However, I am rather cold. So, what's it going to take Ms. Hayden?"

"Oh, this is quite the opportunity I have here," she said, rolling over and seemingly getting comfortable for the immense teasing he would have go through to get under the blanket with her. He absolutely could have gotten his own from the living room, but nothing beat holding her naked body against his.

"Here we go," he sighed, tugging on the covers playfully only for her to grab them back. Laughing, he settled into the bed and turned to face towards her.

"Now what do I want?" she thought aloud. "I mean sexual favors are an obvious choice, but I know I'll get those anyway."

"Cocky today, are we?" he asked.

"Look who's talking," she giggled, her eyes scanning his body hungrily, lingering obviously on his morning wood. "But onto my demands, I think I have an idea that will be mutually satisfying."

"Well do tell, the hypothermia is kicking in," he told her with a straight face.

"Oh hypothermia my ass," she giggled.

"I am going to spank your ass if you don't warm me up soon," he growled, his eyes a playful contrast to his domineering words.

"If you insist," she lamented, letting go of her grip on the comforter to instead run her hand from his bicep, down to his muscular forearm, to finally resting on his wrist where she stopped to let him know what she wanted in exchange for her warmth. "I want you to wear the handcuffs for me."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, intrigued. "And what would you do to me once you had me at your mercy.

"Mm, you wouldn't be able to touch me or control anything," she started, her seductive whisper low and breathy. She snuck her foot out from under the blankets as well to run it up his calf, her teeth finding her bottom lip, knowing how much he can't resist that. "So, I would sit on that gorgeous, chiseled face of yours and drown you in my desire. And I'd be so wet for you, so needy. Then, after my second orgasm, I would suck that incredible cock of yours while your hands stay locked together, still unable to touch me. I'd follow up the best blow job of your life by riding you hard and so fast until you come inside of me. Until you make me yours. And only then will I take off the handcuffs at which point you can take me anywhere and any way you want."

"Jesus Christ," he growled, wasting no time in tearing the blanket from her body and covering her with his own instead. His lips landed on hers harshly as he devoured her, leaving bite marks and bruises in his wake. He grabbed her own hands and pinned them above her head which was futile because as soon as he let them go in lieu of her hip and left breast, she had them off the mattress and buried in his blonde hair.

He slid his right hand from her flat stomach and teased her all the way to her face where he cupped her jaw and angled it upward gently. With the space now exposed to him he attacked her neck, biting so hard he could've drawn blood, but she couldn't get enough of it. She wanted more. She wanted him to leave so many marks on her skin there would be no doubt she was his. Her boobs were already bruised and marked up from last night, why not let him finish the job?

"Logan," she moaned, trying to keep the whining out of her voice and biting her lip just as hard as he had to keep herself from screaming his name so loud the whole building would know exactly what they were getting up to here. "I need you so bad."

"I'll give you everything want," he told her, his voice muffled as he continued sucking and laving on her porcelain skin although he had returned to the sensitive and already marked area of her chest. Taking the opportunity to slip her nipple between his teeth, he still didn't slow down or tame his actions. He wanted to be rough with her, and by the hold she had on him, and the moans falling from her lips she seemed to need the same thing.

"I don't want it, I need it. I need you," she begged, pressing her thighs together as his ministrations went straight to her core.

"I need you too, believe me Ace, I get it," he assured her, stopping abruptly to cup her face in his hands gently and press his forehead to her. "You want to be mine and I need you to be mine just as much as I need to be yours."

"I love you," she whispered shakily, her emotions getting the best of her but her heart to full right now not to voice what she felt for him.

"God, I love you too," he told her, a smirk forming on his face as he actually remembered what started this. "And I love that dirty mouth of yours."

"Mm, I guess you're rubbing off on me, huh?" she joked.

"Looks like it," he agreed. "Now less talking, more kissing."

"You want to move that aggressive kiss of yours south?" she asked shyly, her lips trapped between her teeth once more.

"What did I tell you about biting your lip?" he asked, his eyes darkening.

"That it's your job," she repeated his often-used line.

"Damn right it's my job," he said before once again descending his lips down on hers, making a point to hold her bottom lip between his own teeth while he soothed it with tongue. He made good on his promise to give her what she wanted and began trailing vigorous kisses directly down her body until he reached her pussy. Inhaling deeply, as he always did because he just couldn't get enough of her sweet scent and her incredible taste, he buried his nose in her core. It wasn't more than a few seconds before his nose was replaced by his lips and his tongue.

His attack on her most sensitive and private place was severe and it was hot as hell. His teeth and his tongue were everywhere, often coming back to her clit. He ate her out like a starved man would devour his first meal in weeks. It was rough and passionate and lustful and unlike anything she had ever felt or could have imagined. But then again everything with Logan was like that. It was all something she never thought was real, something she had only read about or only dared to let herself dream about. Hell, sometimes it surpassed all that.

Not until he quite literally bit down on her clit, did she let herself come, let herself accept that this had to end. But boy was his encore just as good, if not better. As great at his tongue and his fingers were, nothing could beat his cock. And that's exactly what she got.

He slid into her, pounded into her, and kept up a steady rhythm that was sure to leave them both worn out. But they needed it, they needed each other and that was all that mattered right now. It struck him as odd that this is what they both craved right now, especially after such a light and playful morning, but it wasn't lost on him how much they both seemed to enjoy the rough side of sex.

He came like a fucking freight train but only after her walls had clamped down on him, did he fill her with his seed and do exactly what she had described earlier. He made her his.

Their breathing was labored as they did their best to calm down and recover from the post incredible orgasm high. He still laid on top of her, his head on her chest while her fingers combed through his hair. She knew this was one of his favorite positions and she loved feeling like she could do something to take care of him as opposed to the other way around. Having him between her legs as he sought out her comfort was one of the best feelings for her as well.

Reaching past him, she grasped the blanket and pulled it over them, the now cooler material serving a different purpose the one he had needed earlier.

"You know," he started, tracing light patterns on her under boob. "You'd think we'd be satiated after last night."

"You would, wouldn't you," she giggled, her chest bouncing lightly under his cheek. "Guess we just can't get enough of each other."

"Well that I already knew," he said, chuckling with her and pressing a soft kiss on her chest.

"Good thing you're stuck with me for another week," she said, kissing the top of his head.

"Thank god," he sighed. "I don't know what I'm going to do when you have to leave again."

"Me either," she agreed, nuzzling her nose in his hair much like he usually does to her.

"We'll figure it out, just like we always do. And I guess we better get used to it Ms. Harvard," he said. She could feel his prideful grin against her skin, but her heart sank into her stomach when she remembered that they had yet to discuss this. She wanted to be with him, but she didn't know how he would react to having her around all the time or if he even wanted that. He loved her and she knew he saw a future with her, but was he ready for that right now?

"Well, actually," she started, holding in a big breath.

"I know, I know," he said, in fact knowing exactly where she was going with this. "You still don't technically have your letter, but I know you'll get in, they'd have to be crazy not to want you Ace."

"Oh, yeah I mean I hope so," she said, not able to hold back her smile even despite her nerves. Thankfully this was about to become a conversation for another day because a knock on the door pulled them out of their little morning bubble.

"Ugh," he groaned, rolling over to his side of the bed as soon as she let him out of the covers, knowing he had to get up. "Where's everyone else when you actually need them?"

"Off in their own hotel rooms. I think everything we did last night without worrying about others is worth you having to answer the door," she giggled, pushing him with her foot to force him out of the bed.

"I'm going, I'm going," he said, raising his hands in surrender and standing up off the bed.

"Besides it's probably just the maid service," she said. He groaned as he bent down to pick up his sweatpants. Stepping into them, he glanced around the room for his shirt but ultimately gave up on looking for it. Rory was right, he would just have to dismiss them until later and then he could come back to bed.

"I'll be right back sweetie," he sighed, leaning down to kiss her forehead. He walked out of their bedroom, leaving the door open after him.

"Don't get lost," she called to him. Laughing and running his fingers through his hair, he was already missing Rory's touch there. And she was so much warmer too… fuck whoever is on the other side of this door.

They knocked again just before he got to the handle. Yanking on it, fulling prepared to give short no and turn right back around, he stopped mid breath at the sight of who had interrupted his morning.

"Jill?"

"Hi Logan."