What Goes Around, Comes AroundA Chapter by French Flair
“I can’t… I’m with your best friend!” She exclaimed, taking a few steps back.
“And I’m aware of that! It’s just… I’m pretty sure I can take better care of you than he can… come on, Linds…” Logan pleaded, his shoulders slumped.
“We just met…”
“I know, but getting to know each other takes time… just give me a chance.”
Lindsay stood still, not knowing what to do or say. “Mike’s your best friend… and I wouldn’t cheat on him. I love him.”
“Do you?” Logan stepped towards her, this time placing his muscular arms around her waist. “Look me in the eye and tell me you love him.” He tilted her head up so that she was looking at him.
She shook her head and looked away, the same question repeating itself over and over. Did she love him? If she did, why couldn’t she admit it now?
Logan braced himself. It was now or never. He kissed her gently on the lips, and where there was no refusal or denial, he decided to take it further. His kisses became harder and harder, and after a minute or two, he slipped his tongue through her glossed lips, exploring the inside of her mouth.
“Hey…” He broke off, “Is this okay?”
Maybe he was a jerk but he was also a gentleman.
For a second there was no reply, but finally she nodded slowly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ears.
“You wanna go upstairs? It’ll be safer…” Logan suggested, planting small kisses on her nose and forehead.
“Sure,” She agreed softly, following him up to the guestroom.
They had no idea what they would be in for.
Lindsay lay on the queen-size bed, Logan not hesitating to follow. He got on top of her, one hand unclasping her bra and the other running through her silky hair.
She was his.
He kissed her passionately on the lips, and then moved down to her collarbone, nibbling on her ear lobe at times. Lindsay’s moans got louder as he progressed to wander her body.
Logan ran his hand up and down her thigh, kissing her harder so she wouldn’t make that much of noise.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of a turning doorknob. Despite that, though, he was persistent on continuing with his adventure, holding her arms above her head and undoing his jeans.
“Linds…”
The voice trailed off as Lindsay sat up, her eyes widening in horror as she saw a tall figure behind Logan.
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