It was another usual night for Quinn as she was wrapped up in Logan's arms, doing what her friend had dubbed the forbidden tango. They had forgone going out and decided to stay in. She made them dinner while he set the table. She learned early on not to let him anywhere near the stove. He was rather inept when it came to cooking. The one time he tried helping her, the fire department got called. They weren't too surprised that the source of the ruckus had come from her apartment. They had come many times due to her experiments, but this time, they were surprised to learn it was a little dish fire caused by her boyfriend.
They congratulated her on the new relationship, and she promised to stop by the firehouse with a batch of brownies as an apology for wasting their time. Logan was not too pleased she was on a first-name basis with all the men, but she helped him get over it quickly.
Much like right now.
They had been enjoying their night until he commented on the movie they had been watching. He talked about how the actress clearly only got the part because she had to have slept with the director if her acting was this bad. While she agreed the girl's acting was bad, she didn't need him to comment on the girl potentially sleeping with someone to get ahead in life. He had said that was just how business was done, how plenty of girls offered to sleep with him to be part of his photo shoots. This led to another argument, her insulting him while he yelled back. She didn't understand why, but whenever they argued now, it always started with them screaming and ended with them rolling around in her sheets.
Clothes were ripped and thrown about her floor as they climbed into the twin-size bed. It had just enough room to fit the two of them, but she found she enjoyed being up close to him while she slept. Two ripped condom packets littered her floor around her trash can. Breathless moans and shuddering gasps echoed off her walls. Her quivering voice encouraged him to continue as she bounced up and down on his lap. His legs were hanging off the edge of her bed as he sat up, holding her body close to mark up her neck and shoulders. She found he enjoyed leaving marks along her body, and she found that she enjoyed them herself. He called them Logan Bites since he hated the word mark now. Secretly, she found his nickname rather cute.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, one hand buried in the back of his hair. He had one hand draped over her waist, fingers brushing over her butt while his other arm held her back the shoulders, keeping her chest pressed against his. She moaned, tightening her legs more around his waist when he bit down on her collarbone. "Logan," she gasped, whispering his name in his ear, making him pick up the pace when she did so. Her moans of pleasure became higher as she felt her release coming. He had already made her come once, but he was going to do it again; this time, he would be doing it with her. He chased his release along with hers, his own body starting to bounce up and down on the creaking bed. The hot coil in her stomach was beginning to take shape, wrapping around her consciousness so that she could only focus on this moment.
With one final thrust inside, he hit the spot inside her that always had her seeing stars and cumming instantly. His release followed shortly after hers; even with the condom he wore, she could still feel the warmth that entered her. A part of her wondered what it would be like if he came inside her without wearing one.
Deciding that would be a conversation for another day, she kissed him. Slow but intense. She found he knew how to use these lips just as well as his hands. He knew how to use all of his body to pleasure her. She smiled into the kiss, pulling back to look at his face. She realized a few weeks in that she liked to see his expression after sex. Gone was his arrogance, and in its place was a look of pure happiness and content. He looked like there was no place in the world he'd rather be, that there was no one else he wanted to be with. She couldn't help but wonder how she never realized his feelings for her or her for him.
"What's that look for?" He asked, shifting her weight in his lap as he rubbed his nose against hers.
She gave a soft laugh. She hadn't realized she was making any sort of expression. "Nothing, I was just looking at you." She found herself looking at him a lot lately. Watching as he held out his hand for her, how he placed a protective arm around her whenever they went out, how he'd switch sides with her when they walked on the sidewalk so he'd be against the street. Little instances that made her heart flutter. He always found an excuse to touch her. Fingers playing with the ends of her hair, a hand running up and down her back they sat out on his rooftop balcony, arms wrapped around to hold her close whenever they slept together. She never realized how affectionate he was until that fateful night.
He gave her his award-winning smirk, moving on the bed as he tied off the used condom and threw it in the trash can. "See anything you like?"
She knew he was fishing for compliments. He was always doing that. "Yes," she knew that, but she found herself unable to stop the words from coming. "I see something I like a whole lot." What she felt for him was intense. It had only been a few months, but her feelings exceeded far beyond what she felt for her ex-boyfriend in the two years they spent together. Sometimes, it scared her because in these moments, much like now, she felt her mind shutting off and her heart taking over. "I think I-Ahh!" Whatever she was about to say died on her lips as a scream leaped out. She gripped Logan, and his hold tightened around her as she felt a shift, and the two went tumbling down on her mattress. "What happened?" She got off him, wrapping the sheet around her naked form to survey their surroundings. It hadn't felt like an earthquake, but whatever it was, it had enough force to send them both flying.
Logan's reaction was a lot calmer than hers. He got off the bed, threw on the discarded underwear he had thrown off, and got down on his hands and knees. "The frame broke," he concluded, looking at the bent piece of the mattress frame that had made them lose their balance. He sat up to look at her and had the biggest smirk on his face. "We broke the bed." He winked.
She found herself between a scoff and a laugh. "We broke the bed?" She smiles, biting the inside of her cheek. "I didn't think that was even possible." She's heard about people doing that in movies, but she never heard about that happening in real life.
"Trust me, it's possible." This wasn't the first time he's made a bed frame bend. He usually never bothered to care, and if someone made a stink of it, he would just throw a couple hundred dollars their way and not bother with them again. Except this time, he felt a little bad. Still very proud of himself but also a little guilty that he damaged his girlfriend's property. "I'll buy you a new one." He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and started typing bed frame in the search engine. Maybe he could even sneak in an upgrade and get her a queen-size instead.
His online shopping was interrupted by Quinn crawling next to him and grabbing his face. Her lips smashed against his; his mouth had been opened in surprise, so she managed to sneak her tongue in easily. He didn't complain, though, and happily accepted the kiss. "Forget the bed," she pulled back, cheeks flushed as light pants escaped her. "We have yours, and I like your place better." A majority of the time, they still hung out at her apartment. While she kept a few of her things at his place, he still said her complex was more homey than his.
He gulped, "Really?"
"Really," She nodded, one knuckle caressing the side of his sharp jawline. "Maybe we could make your bed our permanent basis." His main bedroom had a king-size bed. It was double the size of her little twin. While she liked how close they were in hers, she loved how much more room his offered.
Eagerly, he nodded, head bobbing up and down as a giant grin took over his face. "Yeah, definitely. We can make that happen!" He seemed very excited with her idea. He was so excited that he flipped them back down on the unsteady frame and crawled on top of her. "Since this one is on its way out, how about we break the other side." No objections from her; in fact, she encouraged the idea by wrapping her legs around his waist and begging for another round.
It didn't take them long to have the other side of the frame bending as well, and the bed could no longer hold their weight.
Lola threw her head back and laughed from her seat on the giant L-shaped couch. "I can't believe you guys broke the bed!" She all but cackled, yoga attire on as the girls had just finished a session on the rooftop. Logan had joined them for a bit before getting bored and went to his home gym for weightlifting.
"What can I say," Quinn was dressed the same as her friend, hair up in a low ponytail but she threw on another of Logan's old hoodies. "The guy knows what he's doing." She gave a playful wink, making the two girls laugh hysterically. The whole concept was rather amusing.
Lola took a sink of her smoothie, enjoying the fruity taste. "I'm guessing you're crashing here for the time being?"
Quinn nodded, her drink resting on the coffee table in front of them. "Yeah, until I buy myself a new bed." He had more than enough room to accommodate her. The two barely took up half of the space in his king bed. She figured she could live it up in the high life for a few days before she got herself a new functioning bed.
"Why not just let Logan buy you a new one himself?" Lola pointed towards the right of the house where the home gym and mini theater were kept. "He'd probably buy you the best on the market."
"That's exactly why I'm not going to let him," Quinn was well aware that her boyfriend had no problems spending his money on her. Not only was he making big bucks as a male model, but he also did some business with his father's billion-dollar production company that he was set to take over. The guy was loaded. "I don't want him to think I'm only with him for his money." After their one-month anniversary, where he flew them off to Sweden, she tried so hard to get him to cancel the trip, but he refused. She had a talk with him about not going overboard, that he didn't need to impress her with lavish presents or expensive trips. She enjoyed her time with him, not because he was rich but because he was Logan.
Lola smirked, "No, of course not. You're with him because the sex is great."
Rosy cheeks made it impossible to deny that statement. "That's one of the reasons." She couldn't deny that he was really good in bed.
"Hey, sweetie," Logan called to her, walking out of his gym with a towel around his neck to wipe away the sweat. "Will you be here around three?" He walked into his kitchen to grab the smoothie she had set aside for him.
Quinn looked confused; one eyebrow raised up in question. "Yeah, Lola and I were probably going to hang out and watch a movie."
"Or use the hot tub!" Lola quickly piped in. She's been wanting to use the hot tub since he first moved in, but he never let his friends in it.
Rolling his eyes at the actress, Logan pulled out his phone and began typing out a message. "Okay, I'll confirm with the movers that you'll be here to let them in."
His words made Quinn freeze. "The movers?" She was afraid to ask. Lola wanted to ask but figured it was better she drank her smoothie instead.
"Yeah," Logan pocked his phone and walked to where the two girls sat. He rested one hand on the back end of the couch to lean against it. "I already got the landlord to end your lease early, and the movers should be arriving at your place within the hour to bring your stuff here."
At this, Lola swallowed the thick berry liquid hard down her throat. "You're moving in!?" She choked out, looking stunned. She couldn't believe her friend didn't tell her she was moving in with Logan. Judging by the same stunned expression her friend wore, she didn't know she was moving in with him either.
Logan scoffed, glad that she at least didn't get any of the pink substance on his couch. "Yeah, it was Quinn's idea we move in together. She said so yesterday." If she could have, Quinn would've slapped herself. When she suggested using his bed as residency, she meant until she acquired a new bed. She really needs to start being more specific with this guy. "You didn't tell her the news yet?" Logan had assumed the girls would be discussing all that from the way they were laughing and squealing in his living room. Although, he should be saying their living room now.
Quinn bit her lip. She wanted to tell him the truth, say that she only meant to stay at his place temporarily. That it was never her intention to fully move in. However, one look at his hurt expression had her insides twisting all up. Why did he have to have such a powerful, sad puppy dog look? "I wanted to make it a surprise," she really hoped her acting skills were getting better. "I thought we could host a dinner party for our friends and tell them together."
"Aww, baby." He smiled, the hurt and worry disappearing from his face instantly. "I'm sorry I ruined the surprise." He wrapped his arms around her upper body, kissing the side of her face. "We can still throw a dinner party. Lola can just pretend to be surprised. Isn't she supposed to be an actress or something?" He waved at the other girl on the couch but hardly looked at her.
His statement made her frown, "Hey, I am an actress." Lola huffed at him, sneering when he didn't even look her way. "It's just been a slow month."
"Whatever," Logan scoffed, he didn't really care. His focus was all on Quinn. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver key. "I had them make a copy for you this morning." He placed it in her hands and gave her another kiss.
Gripping it tightly, she smiled, "Wow, thank you." She had no words because she had no idea what she was supposed to say.
Thankfully, his phone rang, making him untangle himself from her to answer it. "I gotta take this, but let me know if you have any issues with the movers." He said with a sweet smile before walking into his office and shutting the door.
"I can think of one issue you might have," Lola teased, pointing at the key her friend was obsessively staring at. "How does this keep happening to you?" She couldn't help but laugh at the other girls' predicament.
Quinn could only shrug, "I have no idea," She carefully set the key on the coffee table next to her forgotten smoothie. "He must have thought when I said we could use his bed instead of mine that I was insinuating that I wanted us to live together." This time, she did smack herself in the head. She REALLY needed to start being more specific with that boy, or who knows what else he might misinterpret.
Lola could only chuckle, "First, he thinks you asking to sleep together exclusively is you saying you want to date," she held out one finger, "Now he thinks you saying you can stay in his bed means you wanna live together," she held up another finger, enjoying the way her friend squirmed. "No wonder that boy is confused. He definitely is going to think one day you're asking to marry him when you're probably just asking for the remote." She threw her head back and laughed, fighting off the throw pillow her friend smacked her with.
"It's not funny," she looked back at the closed office door and sighed in relief when she could hear her boyfriend's loud voice coming through. She still had yet to tell him the truth about the beginning of their relationship. How she had thought they were merely sleeping together didn't realize he believed they were together as a couple. "At least this one I'm ready for." They had been together for a while now, coming up on their one-year anniversary in a few months. It wasn't unheard of for couples to move in together at this stage. They spent nearly all of their time together anyway. Usually, he would stay the night at her place, but she guessed they would be at his place from now on. Only now, it was their place.
Lola hugged the pillow that Quinn had attempted to smack her with. "First, you're picking out drapes together, and soon it'll be filling out your wedding registry," she smirked but had a serious look on her face. "I call maid of honor." She was not going to stop trying to gain the title she believed was rightfully hers.
"Oh my god," Quinn got up from her seat, ensuring the office door was still closed. "Please stop before he does hear and thinks I want a ring." With how her luck has been going, she didn't doubt that could happen. While she was fine moving in together, she was nowhere near ready for marriage yet. "I'll be right back." She had to use the bathroom. One of the four he made her reprogram to talk using his voice. Thankfully, she knew where the mute button was. She didn't care whose voice it was; having a toilet speak was just weird.
Lola decided to scroll on her phone until her friend returned, and they could continue their conversation. "I don't care," only before she could unlock her phone, Logan came out of his office and yelled into the phone. "We're doing the photo shoot on schedule. It's not my fault the actress decided to sleep with the director in his own home where his wife could find them," her full attention was on the conversation he was having. Not only because he said actress but also because it sounded like some juicy gossip. "Put out a casting notice. If we delay the program, it will cost us thousands, and I'm not having that." He slammed hard on the end button of his phone screen, rubbing his now aching head. Why did people have to be so stupid and annoy him?
"What's going on?" Lola decided to take her chances and ask. It couldn't hurt, and if she started screaming at her, she would yell for Quinn to scream back at him.
He sighed, seemingly still annoyed. "My father's company is doing a movie adaptation of some vampire book series. Castle vamp something." He waved his hand around. He didn't know the title, only that he had done the cover shoot for the book series of the male protagonist. It had been a popular series, and he still got stopped on the street for it. "But now we need to find a new lead actress and director because they couldn't be bothered to control their hormones." He swore people were just the worst. They couldn't stop themselves from jumping in the sack for five minutes or not being cheating scum.
Lola jumped to her feet. "You don't mean Castle Nightingale: Vampire Princess of the Night."
"Sure," he shrugged and walked into the kitchen. He hadn't bothered to learn the title then and wasn't going to now. He did the model for the book cover and helped handle some of the business aspects of the movie shoot. It was a process his father made him do to prove that he had the business mindset to handle a major motion picture company.
Lola all but screamed, running around the couch to join him in the kitchen. "Look, I know this is a lot to ask, but can you please see if you can get me into the audition?" She wasn't asking for handouts and to be given the role. She just wanted a chance to get an audition and prove her acting skills.
He put the dirty cup he had been drinking his smoothie out of in the dishwasher. "And why should I do that?" She never did anything for him; why should he do anything for her?
"Oh, come on," she didn't want to beg, but she would if she had to. "If you won't do it for me, do it for Quinn."
He scoffed at this, opening the fridge to grab a light snack. "And how is me helping you get an audition going to help my girlfriend?" He loved sneaking that word into every conversation. It felt so good to say.
Lola bit her lip. She had hoped just saying the girl's name would get him to yield, but it seems not. "Did you know Quinn is interested in butt stuff?" By the way, he closed the refrigerator door and looked at her with wide, fascinated eyes, telling her that she had his attention. "Oh yeah, she said she had a few fantasies that Mark was never interested in fulfilling."
"L-Like what?" Logan Reese hardly ever stuttered. If there was one thing about him, it was that he was almost always oozing with confidence. Hearing him sputter was a nice treat.
Lola grinned, "Oh, you know," she had a mischievous grin on her face. She had him right where she wanted him.
He cleared his throat, leaning against the island in the kitchen. "And why should I believe you," he tried to appear calm, to act as he always does, but she could still hear the quiver in his voice. "I'm pretty sure she would have told me what she wanted to do in bed." He's been with Quinn enough times now to know she was very expressive about what she liked and what she didn't like.
Lola was the one to scoff at him now. "Oh please, girls don't tell their boyfriends their sexual fantasies until at least three years into the relationship."
"Three years!?" He gaped out, looking flabbergasted at this. "You're making that up."
She smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. "The first year is when you feel each other out, try and determine how they are. The second year is when you get more comfortable; maybe throw out some kink ideas here and there. It's only by the third year that girls feel the most comfortable and unleash their inner freak." It was proven science that guys could never understand or figure out.
He stood there, gaping at her. It was very obvious that he was trying to make sense of the logic she explained to him. "So, because of your girl logic, Quinn won't tell me what she wants to do in bed until three years!?" He couldn't wait that long. If she had fantasies and desires and kinks, he wanted to know them all now.
"I mean, I know them." She wore a wicked grin; now, she was the one looking down on him. "I am her best friend, after all. She tells me everything." She wiggled her finger, gesturing for him to come in closer so she could tell him a secret. "In fact, she told me you were the best she's ever had."
He snorted and leaned back away from her. "I already knew that," he looked very pleased with himself as he spoke. "I heard you and her talking about that months ago when we first got together."
Feeling her heart jump in her chest, Lola stood up straight. She remembered that talk with her best friend very well. They had gone to sit outside on her fire escape since he had been asleep in the bedroom, and they didn't want to risk him overhearing things. "You did? How!?" Somehow, he still managed, and she didn't understand. "What else did you hear?" She worried about what else he may have heard them say.
He gave her a confused look, wondering why she looked so scared all of a sudden. "Nothing that I didn't already know," he scoffed, reaching across the island countertop to grab a banana. He was hungry after his workout. "I heard you and Quinn talk about how useless Del Figgalo was in the sack and that I am so much better at it."
"Anything else?" She stressed, needing to know everything he heard them say.
He gave her another confused look but thought about what else he had heard. "Just Quinn saying she talked with me about us being exclusive and not dating anybody else." He still found that a little weird, but then again, he knew he should have expressed himself better. He had never told her he didn't want to see other people and only assumed she understood. Before they got together, he had a reputation for sleeping around. Something that no doubt made her feel anxious about what he wanted, but he had assumed she realized his intent when he called her. It was a known rule: when a guy says he'll call you, it means he won't call you. He felt bad that he made her feel insecure about their relationship but was happy to clear up the misunderstanding.
Lola sighed in relief; thank god the boy was as dumb as he is pretty. "Okay, well, did you know this," she had him lean in closer again. "Quinn said she's always wanted to do it once in her lab."
He stood up straight, looking her over. Trying to determine if she was lying to him or not. From the knowing grin on her face, told him that she was speaking only the truth.
"Hey guys," Quinn made her way back from the bathroom. She made a mental note to herself to make a little remote that would make it easier to mute and unmute the toilet. "What are you doing-!?"
She cried out when Logan came running her, throwing her over his shoulder, and hurrying off to the bedroom. "It's time to Christmas our bedroom!" He exclaimed with glee, slapping her behind as he raced down the hall.
She squeaked when he slapped her, "The term is christening, and Lola, what did you tell him!?" She cried out to her friend before the bedroom door was slammed shut, and she was pushed down onto the bed.
Lola laughed, finding the interaction both very amusing and disgusting. Deciding it was better for her sanity not to be here while they had sex, she gathered up her things and headed out the door. She stopped only when she saw a message from her agent saying she had an audition lined up for a new move that Reese Productions was doing. She did a double take, looking back at her screen and the closed bedroom door. She had no idea how he set up the audition for her so fast, but she wouldn't question it.