Page 57 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

Chapter 15

Sunrise came too soon, especially considering it was still a school day and Peyton couldn't afford to miss any more class. Her wounds were superficial, and as much as she wanted to use them as an excuse to miss class, she couldn't. A part of her didn't want to be alone, either, and since today was her day with Logan, she decided she could put effort into going to class.

She didn't move right away, though. Currently, Logan's face was on her shoulder, her arms holding her to him as his arm was positioned on her waist. It was almost as though he was afraid of letting her go, as though she was going to slip away into the night with no precursor, no warning. Peyton smiled softly and tightened her grip on him. He was easier to read than she initially believed. That, or he was letting his guard down with her. Either way, she was happy about it. Either way, she didn't want this feeling to go away.

After another few moments, she felt Logan stir and it wasn't long before he picked up his head to look at her. He didn't say anything to her. Instead, she gave him a small smile and he raised his head in order to give her a long, deep kiss. It didn't matter that there was morning breath between the two of them, he just had to kiss her, to connect with her in that way.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. "You have me, Peyton. You fucking have me. Do you understand?" He opened his eyes, locking eyes with her and attempting to read them.

She smiled. Of course she knew what he meant.

"I love you too, Logan," she murmured, almost shyly.

Logan didn't smile at her admission. He continued to stare at her, almost as though he didn't quite believe, believe that someone could love someone like him. The truth was, Logan wasn't exactly the easiest person to love but that didn't mean he deserved love less.

They showered together and he made love to her in the bathtub by bending her forward and taking her from behind. She preferred this position, if she was being honest. She loved the way he gripped her hips, the way he ran his hands over the small of her back, the way he cocked his head to the side so he could view her from a different angle. His cock was hard and firm, stretching her more than she thought she could be stretched, hurting her just a little bit. But they both experienced their bouts of pleasure, and just after Peyton came, Logan followed suit.

They dressed in comfortable silence. Logan let Peyton borrow one of his shirts that she paired with her leggings so it wouldn't look as though she wore the same thing as yesterday. Logan's hand was still in his splint so he made somewhat of an effort to keep the splint from getting wet but he didn't always succeed and Peyton always lectured him about it. Of course, Logan didn't pay much attention to what she had to say but nodded anyway, and then, they were off to grab a quick bite to eat before class.

Logan arrived in the classroom first. Peyton ate her food and followed a few minutes later so no one would suspect they came together. The problem was, hanging back as long as she did made her late. And if Logan wanted to keep up appearances, he had to call her out on it.

"Well, well, fucking well," he drawled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Peyton froze in the middle of the desks, not realizing what was happening until her eyes darted to the wall clock and she knew what he was doing. She clenched her jaw. He was enjoying this too much. "Ms. Hart is tardy once again. And judging by your outfit... I'd say walk of shame? Maybe your boyfriend should buy you a fucking watch."

Peyton furrowed her brow. "Who said he was my boyfriend?" she quipped. She shot him a challenging stare and tried to keep her smirk in check so she didn't give them away.

She was still reeling from the fact that he actually called her out in front of the entire class.

Logan's brow shot straight up, wrinkling his forehead. Even his mouth had fallen just so, leaving a small, surprised gap. His eyes filled with pride, however, and Peyton took that cue to sit down in her seat.

"Well, whatever he is," Logan said slowly, "make sure he fucking buys you a watch for Christmas."

"I don't know," Peyton said with a shrug. "I think he likes waiting on me."

Logan wanted to argue. He did not want to give Peyton the satisfaction of having the last word, but he had to bite his lip and refrain. He couldn't say anything in front of the class, knowing it would certainly give them away.

Class went by in the same fashion. He didn't continually pick on her. However, every now and then, during his lecture, he let his eyes linger a little too long, soften a little too much, and when he smiled, it was genuine and not hard, not arrogant. In fact, Peyton wondered if anyone else could tell the difference between how he was now and how he used to be. Because she certainly could. And if he wasn't careful, people might start noticing it only happened when his eyes rested on Peyton.

Yeah, right, Peyton thought to herself. Maybe you notice the difference in him because you know him better than anyone else here but no one else would be able to tell the difference. I think you're safe, for now, at least.

When class was dismissed, Peyton took her time collecting the rest of her things. Once the last student walked out the door, Logan locked it from the inside and turned to head toward Peyton, still adjacent to her desk.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, looking at me the way you were looking at me during class today?" he asked in a husky growl, his eyes already getting overcast with lust as he took her in. "I was ready to bend you over my fucking lap and spank your bare ass in front of everyone for being so honest about your fucking desire for me."

Peyton could feel her eyes darken, and she squeezed her inner core to keep from shuddering. She couldn't stop the whimper from leaving her lips if she tried, however, and upon hearing it, his eyes widened slightly.

"Fucking Christ, you're goddamn insatiable," he muttered.

"You love it," she told him. She hadn't moved from her desk and continued to wait for Logan to meet her at her chair.

"Fuck, I do," he agreed with a nod of his head.

When he reached where Peyton still sat, she wasted no time reaching for his jeans and undoing the denim. Her fingers slipped past his waistline and pulled the jeans down, along with his boxers so his already-hard member sprung free. She didn't give him a moment to contain himself. She immediately put his cock in her mouth, staying seated so she could look up at him as she sucked on his skin.

"Oh, fuck," he said in a disbelieving whisper. "You never cease to fucking amaze me."

Her hands found their natural positions on him: one grabbed the base of his cock while the other jerked him off, following her mouth's ministrations so even though she couldn't get his full cock inside her throat, the whole thing was being touched and stimulated in some way.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he muttered and she rolled her eyes up instead of focusing on his hardness. "That's right. There's you go. Shit, I love the way you look at me."

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