Kendall's P.O.V.
"I sent him a text asking him to come by. He replied he would be here in about 20. Any movement?" Like I have been for the past hour, I continued to stare at the beautiful, albeit too large house I was parked in front of, and sighed out. I slouched down in my seat and put my head back yawning quietly. "Kendall?" I smirked seeing no movement and rolled down my window, just a little.
"No movement Los." He sighed on his end and I raised my phone up to my face and opened up angry birds. "Tell me one more time why you get to fuck around and have an affair with a hardcore thug who just so happens to be so fucking hot its hard to look at him, while I get stuck with babysitting duty?"
"It's not babysitting duty Kendall. You are literally protecting this guy. And I told you, you could do whatever you needed to get him to trust you. Just cause you aren't as smooth as me doesn't make it my fault." I looked up fast hearing a garage door opening and slouched down even more seeing James and Logan's garage open.
"Don't you feel just a little bad? For making him cheat on his boyfriend? Who is actually really in love whit him?"
"Every single time. But it has to happen." I rolled my eyes seeing James starting to shovel his driveway covered head to toe in black, talking quietly. I could faintly hear his voice but seeing Logan walking out of the garage in just a grey hoodie and black sweats, with snow boots on, made everything sort of go blank in my head. Ever since I saw his picture, about a year back, I have had very real, but dangerous feelings for the guy. He was super attractive. Like model status. I knew more about him, then he would probably ever want me to know. And every time I found something out about him, I felt like those dangerous feelings got more intense. But no matter how much I thought I liked him, or thought he was cute, I couldn't do anything. Not when I had a job to do. "What's going on?" I snapped out of my thoughts, blinking fast seeing Logan close the mail box and turn back to walk to the garage. I watched with slight hatred and jealousy as Logan walked to James who was about halfway done with shoveling his driveway, and put a hand on his red cheek. Logan got up on tippie toes and kissed James's lips, making James reach out and wrap and arm around his back.
"You're lover boy is getting some love of his own right now." Carlos sighed but I continued seeing Logan walking back into the garage looking down at the stack of mail he just got. "It looks like he's going to be leaving soon. He's shoveling the driveway."
"Okay. I'll keep James here for as long as I can. Get Logan to invite you over. And make sure you put that recording device in their room. If James is going to say anything incriminating it will be in there."
"10-4." I heard the phone click off and sat up a little watching James still shoveling his driveway. He was completely oblivious to me. Then again I don't think he would even know to look for me. As far as I was concerned Logan never told him he was with me last night. James only knew what he saw, which was me not doing a good job of being subtle with trying to kiss Logan. I knew If i could get Logan to kiss me, he would start talking to me. Or he'd hit me. I was willing to take that chance. Unfortunately James saw and hit me a lot harder than I would have liked. But it did help Logan feel sorry for me, and offer to take me home. I felt bad slipping the recording device into his sweater pocket. But he didn't notice. And I got nothing from it. From what Carlos and I could hear, when he got home, James was already home and they yelled at each other for a little bit, before Logan apologized for lord knows what, and they had sex. Not how I wanted to spend my night.
After watching James shovel the driveway and a little bit of the sidewalk, he disappeared into the garage for a good five minutes. When there was movement again, it was that of a huge black truck, like mine pulling out. He was slow as he got out and even slower as he pulled out onto the street. I sunk down low in my seat and closed my eyes hoping he didn't notice me. I waited even long after I heard his truck drive away. Honestly, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to get Logan to invite me over. I doubt he would want me there. For what I know about him, he doesn't like people knowing about his private life because his boyfriend is a murdering drug dealer. But I digress.
After realizing I should just take my chance and ask Logan if he wants to hang out, I slowly sat up in my seat. As I did, I glanced out my window and gasped out and jumped back slightly seeing a figure standing outside my truck. And it just wasn't any figure. It was Logan. His hood was pulled up on his head, and his head was slightly tilted smiling small in at me. I swallowed hard feeling my cheeks go hot and quickly pushed the button to roll down my window. "Are you stalking me?" I sat up completely and shook my head fast making him smile wide and come in closer to my car. "You have no idea how fucking lucky you are, James didn't notice you."
"I was just..."
"Do you want to come in?" He cut me off fast standing up straight putting his hands on my car door, still smiling. "I just put some cinnamon rolls in the oven and have a pot of coffee brewing. I could use a friend right now." I swallowed hard seeing him flutter his eyelashes and give me an almost pouty look. Like he was...flirting. It kind of caught me off guard since last night he was so staunch on his feelings toward me. "You can say no Kendall." I looked up to his eyes not noticing i was staring at his soft full pink lips, and smirked. "Although..." He leaned in further to me, putting his head in my truck inches from mine. "You were the one parked out in front of my house for the past hour so it would be weird if you didn't want to come in."
"I'd like to come in, yeah." He smiled and pushed off my car turning. I rolled my window up watching him walk back to the driveway, carefully so he wouldn't slip. I shut my truck off, pocketed my keys and the little recording box and got out, slamming my door shut hard. I walked up to Logan quickly who was already in his garage and swallowed hard again. As soon as I stepped in, he hit the button by the door leading into the house. I glanced around at the two sports cars parked right next to each other, and quickly walked to the door he left open. As I stepped inside his house I watched him turn down a hall, and disappear. I followed fast shutting the door softly behind me and went down the same hall seeing him already working around a huge, clean kitchen. "I'm not stalking you." He laughed with his back to me and I carefully walked to the island, pulling out a bar stool.
"That's a shame." I frowned sitting down and sat back putting my hands into the pockets of my jacket. "You know...when I came home last night, James was home and I didn't tell you this last night, but I called him in your bathroom. I accused him of cheating because that friend of yours Carlos answered his phone." I froze still watching him with his back to me and tensed up. "And then he got home, and I knew...I knew something was off." He turned quick, two mugs in his hands and grinned big at me. "So like usual we fought, i cried, we fucked and went to bed just to wake up like nothing happened." He walked around the island, to me and set the mugs down. He finally sat down and sat back sighing out. "You've been friends with Carlos for a while, right?"
"Yes." He smirked leaning forward and put his chin in his palm as he put his elbow on the island in front of us.
"Do you know what kind of cologne he wears?" I frowned also leaning forward and shook my head.
"No. Maybe you should trust James." He laughed pushing back and grabbed his cup taking a long sip. "I don't know a lot about the guy but he does seem to care about you. SO much so he hit a guy for touching your cheek." He snorted in his mug before putting it down and wiping his mouth shaking his head at me. "Surely he's never given you any other reason to make you think he'd do that?"
"Well lets see..." He raised a leg wrapping an arm around it and titled his head at me. "Every cute piece of ass that walks by him, he winks or flirts with them regardless of whether i'm with him or not. He goes out at night and tells me, he's doing one thing but can never keep a story straight." I sighed out sitting back and picked up my coffee cup. "Ever since I met James, I have been that same stupid, naive, young guy who thought one man could fix all his problems and protect him from everything evil." I causally sipped my drink as he chuckled and lowered his leg also grabbing his cup. "Listen to me bitch about shit you don't wanna hear." I swallowed the hot liquid fast and lowered the cup but he was sliding off his stool, smiling wide. "How is your nose? You really should have a bandage on that. Or I don't know...go to the hospital." He set his mug back down and gently touched my arm as he walked behind me. "Let me help." I spun my head fast and watched as he walked slowly into a dark hallway, not looking back. I got off my stool quick, put my mug down and shimmied out of my coat. I carefully put my recording device in my jean pocket and as i walked to the hallway, i glanced down to make sure it wasn't too noticeable and prepared myself for talking him into going upstairs with me.
I walked down a long dark hallway before I saw a light on in a room at the end. As i approached it, i heard water running and stepped in slowly. Logan was standing in front of a beautiful long marble counter top sink, washing his hands. Around him, in the bright clean bathroom were dark blue and white hand towels, along with a nice porcelain toilet and a huge walk in shower. He looked up at me, through the mirror and nodded me in. "Take a seat." He motioned over to the toilet and I swallowed hard walking to it. "Your eyes look painful."
"Just a little sore. Like I said...I don't feel a broken bone. Trust me, I know what it feels like." He nodded as I sat down and when he turned off the water and grabbed a hand towel, he bent over. In front of me. Almost as if on purpose. I stared at his perfectly round bubble butt outlined by his sweats and ignored the noises he was making as he dug through the cabinet under the sink. "So..." He stood up quick and turned to me, holding a large white first aid kit. He set it on the counter and opened it up, pulling out a bottle of alcohol. I tensed up as he quickly poured some on a white cotton pad and walked to me. I sat up straight and tilted my head to look up at him as he stopped in between my legs. He reached out and gently touched my chin bending his head slightly. We locked eyes as he smiled.
"This is going to hurt. You have a little cut on the top of your nose, and i need to make sure its clean." I nodded as he raised his other hand holding the cotton pad. As soon as the cold wet fabric touched my nose, I reached out, with both hands, and gripped onto his hips. I gasped out, squeezing my eyes shut to play along with the "pain". It didn't really hurt. But I figured it would make him feel even more sorry for me. "I know...I'm sorry. It's not going to make this handsome face anymore handsome, if you get an infection though." I opened my eyes slowly as he continued to wipe my nose, that smile now gone. "Sorry." He said it quietly as he turned his torso slightly to reach back to the first aid kit. I took the time to notice a hickey on his neck...at least i hoped it was a hickey and not a hand print. I also still kept a hold of his hips and swallowed hard as he turned back to me. When we locked eyes again he smiled small and gently wiped my face with a clean, dry cotton pad. "Feel better?"
"Absolutely." He quietly cleared his throat throwing the cotton pad somewhere to my left. As he fumbled with the bandage wrapper. his cheeks turning red, I slowly started to move both hands from his hips, to his ass. He looked into my eyes after getting the band aid out of the package and swallowed hard. I softly and gently rested my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled him just a little closer to me. He quickly reached up and set the band aid on my cut on my nose pressing down kind of hard to make sure it stayed. When it was on, his fingertips rested gently on my cheeks on my face and we kept our eyes locked. "Thank you." He smirked, but was still blushing as one of his hands moved down my face and rested on my neck. "If you weren't with James...would I have a chance?" I gently started to move my hands, up and down his ass, and thighs, squeezing his cheeks every now and then. He seemed to move in closer at the action and my words, and craned his neck down so his face could get closer to mine. He put his face inches from mine, both hands now on my neck and smiled.
"I'm with James." I frowned resting my hands on the back of his thighs and he chuckled. "And you still have a chance." One of his hands moved to the back of my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. It looked like he was going to say something else because his mouth opened, but I kept him quiet. I stood up fast, picking him up from under his thighs and wrapped his legs around my waist. He gasped quietly as his arms wrapped around my neck and he moved in closer to my face. I took just a few steps to get to the counter and gently set him down. Immediately his hands moved down to the hem of my shirt and started to pull it up. I was quick to help him as i reached back and tugged on it form the back. "I've never cheated on James before." I tore my shirt off and tossed it to the floor setting my hands on his thighs. He bit his bottom lip looking down my chest and stomach before looking back up at me shaking his head. "But I know he fucks around on me. SO i might as well level the playing field." I frowned moving my hand sup to his sweats and tugged kind of rough. He gasped again putting his hands on the edge of the counter as I pulled off his sweats and boxers without even trying too hard. I waited until he was completely undressed, at least on the bottom before looking back up at his face. His mouth was hanging open and looking at me with clouded, lust filled eyes. I grabbed both his hands and moved them to my jeans and belt. He closed his mouth quick and sat up leaning forward. His lips attached to my neck and I groaned quietly looking at myself in the mirror behind his head.
"So I'm just a booty call."
"Is that a problem?" His voice was quiet and calm as he yanked the belt off, and popped the button and pulled down the zipper of my jeans. He was quick to put his hand in my boxers and started to rub as he looked up at me putting his other hand on my left peck. "I don't even know you."
"Is that a problem?" He smirked gently pushing me back as he slid off the counter. I swallowed hard as he pulled my jeans and boxers down, hoping the recording device didn't fall out, and watched as he got on his knees in front of me, immediately putting my dick in his mouth. I groaned out loud leaning forward and put one hand on his head as the other grabbed hold of the edge of the counter behind his head as he sucked me hard and very passionately. "Fuck..." He pulled back off my dick with a pop and started to stroke me leaning forward, placing kisses to the skin on my thigh. "Are you sure about this?" He laughed as he stood up fast but turned even faster. He set his hands palm down on the counter and pushed his ass back into me. I grabbed hold of his hips again pushing him forward to hold him in place against the counter. We locked eyes through the mirror and eh smirked.
"A little late for that, don't you think?" He gave me an evil smile as he forcefully pushed back into me, making my dick press up against his right ass cheek. He bit his bottom lip again and grabbed my hands locking our fingers together. "Thanks for being a good friend." I smirked as i pulled my right hand out from his, and quickly grabbed hold of my dick. Without telling him, I pushed hard inside, fast. He groaned out falling forward pushing his hands up to rest on the glass of the mirror. I held hold of his hips and started a very hard and fast pace. He tucked his head down between his arms and groaned every time I hit inside him. I stared at the back of his head, feeling nothing but guilt rushing through me. I knew his boyfriend wasn't faithful. I should have told him. And I knew this was going to make him feel so guilty once i left, because i knew he actually loves James. And above all else I knew, as soon as he found out who I was, or why I was here, he would never ever want anything to do with me. But for now, as I fucked him and heard him curse and say my name quietly, as he panted, I was happy with where I was. Once I put my recording device in his home to infiltrate his boyfriends crime family, I would be even happier.