Praying Love
Lilly hammed it up for the camera, the neckline of the champagne pale dress precariously low on her upthrusting breasts. Logan was surprised to feel annoyance rather than lust at the sight, then figured it was due to her wanting to mess with her mom instead of dressing for his pleasure. He gritted his teeth into a semblance of a smile when she stood before him, draping his arms around her hips for the last picture. It was a parody of the pose he'd wrestled Veronica into on Tuesday and it just felt wrong.
Celeste, standing next to Jake Kane, never scowled (probably so not to ruin her botoxed brow), but he considered himself something of a body language expert and could tell she was inches from throttling Lilly. Jake was putty in his little girl's hands so there was no expectation of him scolding her for choosing an inappropriate gown despite his irritation at seeing so much of her, and Logan fully expected to be taken aside before they left the house with an idle observation about Clarence Weidman being an expert marksman.
When the door closed behind them – with a cheerful "be home at curfew" for her and the expected threat for him – he rolled his neck from side to side, feeling the pressure lessen with each satisfying pop. Lilly rolled her eyes at him and grabbed him by the wrist to drag him to where the Kanes' driver stood before the long silver stretch limo in his crisp chauffeur uniform awaiting their pleasure. She barely acknowledged the man when he opened the door for her, nodding his head with deferential respect, so Logan murmured "Thanks Rudy," as he slipped in behind her.
Once the car started, Lilly turned to him with a smirk, her red-painted mouth wide with anticipation and Logan recognized the look. It was her "I've got a spectacular secret" expression which usually ended up with him worse for wear.
"What did you do, Lilly?"
"Pssh, you're too suspicious."
"Now I'm even more concerned. What's going on?"
Lilly flicked on the overhead light and crawled over the butter-soft cushions towards the custom-installed bar closer to the privacy screen separating them from the driver. His eyes caught how the sheer pale material slid over her lower body, highlighting the fact she wasn't wearing underwear. Logan shifted restlessly when memories of their past exploits began to rise, along with other things. While he had no problems fucking his ex in the back of the limo, he really didn't want to do when they were on their way to picking up their friends. Even Logan Echolls had some class; not much, but some.
She drew back with a satisfied hiss, an expensive bottle of wine clutched in her hand. Logan groaned internally because he knew, just knew, this was going to be a bad, bad idea, but he wasn't any better than Jake Kane at saying no to Lilly.
"I've decided this year we're not going to Homecoming."
"We never actually go to the dances, Lilly. What's so different here?"
"I don't feel like hanging out at Kim's party, so I've decided we're going to have our own private party on the beach."
"C'mere then," he beckoned lazily, lounging back with his legs spread a little. "Who says we can't get started here?"
Lilly rolled her eyes at him. "We still need to pick up Dick, and then 'Ronica."
"Dick?"
Logan was understandably startled because though Dick was his best friend, Lilly had never hidden her disdain for him. If she could avoid his company she would in a heart beat.
"I'm bored with his and Maddie's on-and-off again relationship so I've decided to hook him up with Veronica. She needs to get laid badly; might help take the stick out of her ass about certain things," Lilly smirked. "And from what I've heard, Dick does actually have a decent one."
"Wha-?"
"You'll help me get them together, right lover?" The gleam in her eyes was dangerous and sly, usually a combination that aroused him, but the idea of Dick touching Veronica didn't sit well with him and he shifted uncomfortably. "You get your best friend to fuck Veronica and we'll get back together. How's that sound?"
Lilly scooted over, one hand sliding up his trousered leg until she reached her goal. Logan's head hit the back of the seat with a groan as she manipulated him expertly, touching him exactly the way he liked. Her lips brushed against his neck and then she breathed in his ear as she whispered, "When we get to the beach, we'll leave those two in here while we go down to the waterline, and I'll ride you naked while you're fully dressed."
It was one of his favorite fantasies – if one of the tamest – and it nearly made him explode in his pants with excitement over Veronica finally doing that for him. He could see the moon highlighting every curve of her small pale body as she hovered over him, like some shy water sprite he'd tamed to his hand, panting with desire as she plunged down again and again until the tight silken clutch of her cunt made him spill inside her. He'd never gone bareback before, didn't want the risk of disease or pregnancy, but he could imagine how hot and wet she'd feel on his naked dick.
"Ooh, you like it," a foreign voice broke into his thoughts and Logan froze, every muscle clenching with horror when he realized the girl he'd imagined wasn't the one currently stroking him through his zipper.
It wasn't the first time he'd gotten off to Veronica while masturbating, but then he used the images of most girls he knew or seen so it wasn't unexpected; it was, however, the first time he'd thought of someone else while Lilly, Lilly, was with him. Their sex life together was hotter than almost anything else he'd ever experienced and she was more than enough to always keep his full attention focused on her, even when he was angry or hurt with her actions.
He was thankful Lilly couldn't read his mind because he knew she'd have a whole litter of kittens if she knew his attention had wandered away from her. To ease his lingering unease at where his mind went to, as well to assuage his guilt, he dragged her into his arms and plundered her mouth desperately as he tried to recapture the sense of excitement he was used to feeling with her. It was surprisingly difficult to feel anything more than base lust for her, especially when he remembered Dick telling him she hooked up with another guy last weekend despite knowing he was at the same party.
"Whoa tiger, save it for later," Lilly trilled as she pulled back, her eyes triumphant even as she fumbled for her little purse to fix her makeup. Logan felt a little dirty as he watched her because he realized she'd engineered this whole scene to prove some fucking point to herself; just like the dress, this scenario was set up for her benefit and not his.
And definitely not Veronica's if she was trying to get her to sleep with Dick.
He didn't know Veronica that well since he'd only met her two months ago, but there was no way she'd randomly sleep with some guy, much less one of Logan's friends especially after the whole debacle at her last high school. He wondered what a guy would have to do to earn her sexual trust then mentally smacked himself for wondering.
"Did you know Veronica went to Pan High?"
"Really?" Lilly murmured distractedly, more intent on looking flawless than paying attention to Logan. It just confirmed the suspicion Veronica had never confided in Lilly.
"Does V even know we're coming?"
A blond brow rose in question. "You think I'd spring this on her without warning?"
"In a fucking heart beat. I know you."
Despite his teasing earlier in the week, Logan never intended on taking Veronica to the dance or even expected it. He just used it as a way to distract Lilly from the real reason why he left the table and nearly vomited at lunch. Besides, regardless of what Lilly condoned – it galled a little, her giving him permission to take another girl, as if he were her pet – he realized there was something to Veronica's protestations about work. Unlike the rest of them, an obscene amount of money wasn't automatically deposited into an account once a month in a mockery of an allowance nor did she have access to a black Amex card courtesy of her parents. A small part of him was almost ashamed of his family's wealth, but he was too used to his pampered 009er existence to entertain the thought for long.
"She does have to work..." he began.
Lilly waved her hand in dismissal. "She was done with work by six-thirty. It's now almost eight, so I know she'll be at home by now."
"You know where she lives?"
"We are friends, Logan."
"But you've been to her apartment?"
"Dropping her off."
The idea boggled his mind, the Princess of Neptune slumming it, but then he remembered her enjoyment of sleazy entertainment and suddenly wondered if befriending Veronica wasn't apart of it.
Their conversation was interrupted by the slowing of the car as stopped before a gated community housing the Casablancas Compound, so named for the sheer acreage of cliff-top the Senior Dick owned. The privacy screen lowered enough for Rudy to inquire if they should key in the access code or just buzz the gatehouse for Dick.
Logan allowed Lilly to take over the logistics as she obviously orchestrated the whole affair, and sat back to think about her plans for the evening. He was still very uneasy with helping Dick hook up with Veronica despite Lilly's lure of resuming their relationship. While he knew Dick was relatively harmless, easily led about by his...er...dick, Logan couldn't explain the ridiculous anger filling him at the idea. He didn't care who Veronica slept with as long as it wasn't Dick. Or Beaver. Or Casey. Or Connor. Or God forbid, Sean.
It was more out of preservation, he assured himself silently, because he had no desire to witness the heights of her revenge if one of his bone-headed friends pissed her off. And was inevitable because all of them, with the possible exception of Beav, were young, dumb, and full of come instead of brains. He tried to imagine Veronica sleeping up with anyone and the picture refused to form. It was odd, really, and something he'd have to think about further.
The door opened and Dick's cheerful face looked in.
"Hola mi amigos. How are you this fine fine evening?"
"Get in," Lilly commanded irritably, and Dick shrugged as he slid across the seat, his black pants riding up enough to see he wore Sketchers instead of dress shoes. Logan stifled a chuckle then started with surprise as Dick's little brother also climbed in.
"What the fuck is this?"
All three boys rubbed their ears at the shrillness of Lilly's voice.
"It's Beav, duh."
"I know who he is Dick, but why is he here?"
"'Cause he's my date," Dick replied, throwing a brotherly arm around Beaver's skinny shoulders. The younger boy merely rolled his eyes in exasperated fondness. "He's a sophomore and no girl invited him, so I did. Maddie was pissing me off and I didn't wanna spend time with her tonight."
Most people didn't understand the bond the Casablancas brothers shared, but Logan had known the two of them since he and Dick were in first grade, and tried to console the blond boy when he couldn't understand why his little brother couldn't come into class with him and attempted to spring him from Kindergarten. Their mother had died giving birth to Beaver and their dad never had time for them, instead consigning them to a bevy of nannies to rear them. The loneliness of their childhood made them grow closer to one another instead of away, until now it was rarer to see them alone then together.
So much so, Logan wouldn't be surprised to discover Beaver was taking courses from the local community college at the same time, so he would have enough credits to graduate when Dick did. He still remembered Dick's almost overwhelming panic when he realized their primary school – which housed K through 8 – was separate from Neptune High and Beaver wouldn't be there with them. It was a rough Freshman year for all.
"But then who'll be Veronica's date?"
"She's coming?"
"Yes, Richard, of course she is."
"I thought she had to work."
"She's off work!"
"Is Lilly on the rag? Is that why she's being so bitchy? Geesh, I'm just asking a question, no need to bite my head off."
"Uh, Dick, shut it," Beaver cautioned, the voice of reason as always. Dick subsided with a frown directed at Lilly, but then shook it off and let his naturally gregarious personality shine forth.
"So, what party are we hitting up tonight?"
"Actually, we're gonna drink on the beach."
"Awesome." Dick's love for his brother was paralleled only by his love for the ocean.
Beaver nodded but Logan knew he didn't care either way because he was right where he needed to be. He secretly thought a lot of Maddie's problems with Dick started and ended with Beaver; it was hard enough for teen girls to share their boyfriend's attention, but probably made it doubly worse when it was with his little brother.
Speaking of brothers..."Where's Duncan and Meg? Why aren't they here?" Not that he expected her to include them in tonight's fuckery given how virginal the pair were despite three years of dating.
"Meg's parent kiboshed the dance, saying something about how it was a morally corrupt idea, so DK is staying in to "catch up on homework," Lilly snidely parroted, an unattractive sneer on her face.
While he wasn't as close to Duncan as he was with Dick, he'd spent enough time with Lilly's brother to know the quieter boy wasn't really a party animal despite his sister's attempt to corrupt him. Duncan preferred books and computers to drinking and surfing, which made him the ideal heir to the Kane Empire since he actually cared about his father's work and knew the company from the ground up since he'd spent a majority of his childhood in the office. It was a point of contention between Lilly and Duncan because Lilly felt he was trying to show her up by being the perfect child and she often acted out her feelings of jealousy and inadequacies through perverse ways, most times Logan her willing cohort. Despite having her father's affections, Lilly hated that Celeste doted on her "baby boy," and ignored her older child in favor of him.
It was a volatile situation most of the time and Logan was just glad he wasn't expected over for family dinners now that they weren't dating anymore. Soon you'll get back together just like you wanted, he reminded himself sternly. Resolving to forget everything but having fun, Logan tuned himself back into Dick's idle conversation, trying to ignore how Lilly was fuming in thwarted silence. He didn't doubt she'd come up with a different angle to achieve her means. An angry Lilly was a conniving one, and for some reason she was really fixated on thrusting Veronica onto Dick. Logan nearly snorted at his unintended pun but amusement wasn't his chief emotion.
No, it was foreboding because he felt that whatever happened tonight would have long-reaching consequences.
TBC
A/N: This chapter really ran away from me - I blame Marilyn Manson for this one. I woke up to his version of "Tainted Love," and the growly lyrics really resonated with me and made me think of Lilly & Logan. It started out as all sorts of sexy and then just turned down a dark and lonely street to a dead-end alley. Forgive me? And I will admit my portrayal of the Casablancas brothers might've been informed my all-time favorite pair of fictional brothers.