Page 84 of Broken Princess

“Damn,” he says taking in my costume.

“Something wrong?”

“Not at all. You look.Amazing.” He walks around me, brushing his hand down my arm. When he’s back standing in front of me, his smile is kind and comforting. “I need to go finish making my special punch. Go on and mingle and make sure to save me a dance.”

Kassidy is already off somewhere, likely with a drink in her hand. Right now she’s probably in research mode for her folks. Then when she’s talked or observed enough, she’ll flip into party mode. The odds are 50/50 on whether or not I’ll see her again this evening.

Thirty-Two

Logan

Iwatch Jordanna weave in and out of the crowd, stopping every few minutes to talk to another Grad student or frat idiot. What is she doing here, and what the fuck is she wearing? I’m sure Noel invited her, but what in the hell possessed her to say yes? I see him watching her from the stairs with want in his eyes. Shit. My time is up. This is when he’s going to make his move. I cut through the crowd to head him off, but he reaches her seconds before I do.

“Jordanna, there you go.” He says, tugging her arm, pulling her away from me. “I was looking all over for you.”

She smiles brightly, going into his waiting arms. “Noel. This is such a great party. I’m so glad you convinced me to come.” Shaking her hips, she asks, “Are you ready to dance with me, now?”

He’s looking at me when he says, “Anything for you, my lady.”

This is a game to him. A way to take a shot at me without being too obvious about it. I let them walk away, because grad row is no place to draw attention to myself. Just like the undergrad side of campus is my domain. This side is his.

I force myself to ignore the compulsion I feel to break up their dance. Eventually Noel’s called away for more hosting duties, leaving Jordy free to get into trouble. This genie of the lamp shit she’s wearing over black panties leaves nothing to the imagination, and every horny asshole is dying for a closer look.

She disappears into the crowd and it takes me ten minutes to find her again. Somehow I wind up dancing with Olivia, while Jordanna’s sandwiched between Noel and one of his friends. Her arms are around the guy’s neck, Noel’s hands are on her hips. They’re grinding their bodies against hers and she’s doing nothing to stop them. Someone calls Noel’s name from near the front door. I can see he’s disappointed he has to leave Jordy alone with his buddy.

The guy’s hand slips lower and lower on her back. I clench my fist, keeping my temper in check. He too is called away, and she drifts over to a guy wearing a batman mask. Our eyes lock, her challenge and taunt reaching me across the space. She sways and rocks, pulling him closer, likely making his dick hard. When his hands finally grip her ass, she reaches up to push his mask away. Stuart, the guy behind the mask, is a sophomore on the debate team. When his identity is exposed, he hurries off to the other side of the room.

She’s so busy watching his retreat, she doesn’t hear me come up behind her. “You’re making these guys so horny with your dancing that they have to run to a corner to jack off.” I say, kissing her neck as I pull her against me.

“Oh yeah?” Turning to face me, she asks, “You got a problem with that?” Our bodies are pressed close together and I know she can tell I’m no less affected by her than anyone else. The difference is, I’m embracing my body’s reaction. We move in synch the way we have every other time we’ve been together. Her body primed for my touch. I hate that she was dancing with someone else all evening. She’s made it clear that she doesn’t think we’re together. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking my scent is the only one she should have on her.

I dip my head, pressing my lips to hers for a kiss. Our mouths open at the same time, our tongues tasting each other. She’s on her toes, pressing her cunt against me. A groan of frustration rumbles in my chest when she pulls away.

She crooks her finger at me, backing to the edge of the room and over to the alcove behind the steps. Inside the bathroom, she kisses me again before pausing to remove my shirt. Her nails rake across my chest and she teases my nipples with her teeth. She moves behind me and lifts my hands, placing them against the wall. Her lips glide across the back of my neck. My arms. The small of my back. Then she’s back in front of me, unzipping my pants with a soft hiss as she lowers herself to sit on the closed toiled seat in front of me. She takes me in her mouth. No games. No hesitation.

I’ve dreamt of being in her mouth again, since that alphabet shit. Now that it’s happening, I’m worried I’ll lose control. Pulling her to her feet, I turn her around, shoving her flimsy pants and bottoms to her ankles. Kissing and nipping her ass and I stoop down. The string closure on her top barely conceals her breasts. I untie that, swiping my palm across her nipples, before standing up and entering her from behind. Her moans mix with the music pumping on the other side of the wall.

“Fuck me harder. Logan. Harder!” She pants. Her tits are smushed against the frosted glass of the door as I slam into her again and again.

“So good.” She groans. “So fucking good.”

And she’s right. It is. Time fades and all that exists is her and my need to reclaim her. “Jordanna. I’m the only one who will ever make you feel like this.” I’m getting closer, and she’s already cum twice but I want one more. Ineedmore. “You’re mine. I don’t care how much we argue. How much we fight. And you can hold on to your hate for me. But this pussy.You.You’re. All. Mine.”

She’s close again. Whimpering. Overwhelmed by the sensations, of my unrelenting strokes inside her and my fingers toying with her clit. She clamps around me, yanking my orgasm from my control.

“Mine.”I whisper again, my face buried in her neck.

The noise swells around us, and she finally shifts in my arms. “You should probably head out first.” She says, pulling away to retie her shirt

I pull up her pants, then straighten mine. When we’re both dressed, I grip her head kissing her. “We’re going out there, together.”

Jordanna

Meeting the family. That’s the true test of a relationship, right? Last time, Logan never included me in the important parts of his life, and what I knew about his family I could have read in an article and condensed into two note cards.

I made excuses before, but the hard truth is, our dating was a joke. Now that I’m playing the game, I understand his position. If he hadn’t shown up on my doorstep, he never would’ve met anyone in my family either.

Logan says he’s committed to doing things differently this time around. I guess that’s why I’m being dragged to breakfast with his dad. “Logan, it’s wrong to just spring a guest on him. Look what happened the last time.” I say, reminding him of his birthday brunch.

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