Page 43 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

"I didn't either," she replied.

"You're going to be the goddamn death of me," he said, though a smile littered his face and brought his dimples out.

It didn't take long for him to adjust himself but once he aligned her up to him, he slid into her without hesitation. Because she was already slick from her orgasm, he pushed through with relative ease. He hissed, muttering things under his breath about her tightness and how wet she was. Peyton's mind didn't contemplate the fact that he wasn't wearing protection. Even though they hadn't officially confirmed what the nature of their relationship was, she trusted him. And maybe that was stupid but she did. Plus, she was on birth control so it was highly unlikely she'd be getting pregnant anytime soon.

He pushed into her with ease, stretching her around his member like he was pulling some rubber band to see how much it could take until the band snapped. She hissed and dug her nails into his flesh, causing him to growl and snap his cock into her hard and firm. She threw her head back and knocked it against the wall behind her, her wet hair dripping on her bare flesh.

He slid in and out of her, hard and fast. With one hand, he grabbed her hand and led it down to her core, pressing her fingers against her folds.

"Come all over my cock and scream my fucking name," he instructed, his eyes hooded and dark and without any sense of focus except on her.

Peyton didn't answer him except to start moving her fingers against her folds, just as he told her to. It was awkward at first, due to her position against the wall, but soon, she found the right amount of pressure and Logan never lost a step. He held her like she weighed nothing and fucked her like this was all that mattered in the world except this.

It wasn't long after that when Peyton started to feel the beginning of her orgasm start.

"There it is," Logan said. Peyton had no idea how he recognized it. Was it the look on her face? The way her breathing quickened? The tightening of her muscles? "Fucking take it from me. Take it from me, Peyton."

It was her name on his lips that finally did her in. Jesus Christ, every orgasm felt new and surprising, like this was her first one. Like she wanted more of them because each one would be unique and special. She did as he told her to. When she came, his name was the only thing that came to her mouth. She couldn't even think to say anything else.

He finished soon after she did. His grip on the back of her thighs tightened and she knew she would have bruises in the shape of fingerprints in her pale flesh for the next few days. The thought gave her a thrill and she squeezed her inner muscles. He must have felt her because he growled and attacked her neck with his mouth until his thrusting slowed down and Peyton suddenly realized she was sore. Not from the fucking but from her positioning of her legs, still clutching Logan's waist.

Without letting her feet hit the floor, he swooped her up in his arms and took her back to the twin bed. They both positioned themselves into their typical pose: her head just under his arm, his head resting on top of hers. It was comfortable and intimate, and it wasn't long before they fell back asleep.

* * *

A knockon her door woke Peyton up. She slid out of Logan's grasp and he growled in his sleep, trying to keep a grip on her even as she struggled. She finally managed to slip off the bed without waking him up. She suppressed a giggle and managed to find his t-shirt and a pair of panties. After sliding them on, she padded to her door, a small ache in her pelvis reminding her she had been thoroughly fucked by the man who had occupied her thoughts the past couple of months. She couldn't stop the smile on her face if she tried.

It fell when she saw who was on the other side of the door.

What was Brad doing here?

For a moment, Peyton contemplated not answering it. He shouldn't be at her place in the first place and it wasn't as though she held office hours on the weekends. Plus, Logan was asleep on her bed and dorm rooms didn't have the luxury of a separate bedroom. If he walked in, he would clearly see Logan there on her bed, naked. He would know she was sleeping with Logan, which might not have been a big deal if she were only his TA but considering the fact that she was his student, it was different.

He knocked again, this time louder, and Peyton's head snapped back to see if Logan woke because of it. Logan's body was still, his breathing steady. But if Brad kept persisting, Logan would wake up. If Logan woke up and found Brad at her door, he would be pissed. Logan didn't conceal the fact that he was possessive, especially considering Peyton wasn't just a girl he was sleeping with. They were more, something deeper, something that allowed them to belong to each other. She needed to answer the door and get Brad out of here as quickly as possible, before he woke Logan up and Logan got it into his head to make Brad's academic life a living hell.

Peyton took a deep breath and answered the door, only opening it a couple of inches so Brad wouldn't be able to see her bed at all. He seemed surprised she actually answered and she watched as he took in her disheveled hair, her simple t-shirt that didn't fit and reached her thighs, her bare feet.

"Oh - hey."

God, was he yelling or did his voice just sound louder than it really was? She stopped herself from checking to make sure Logan was still sleeping and instead focused on the man in front of her.

He wore a simple t-shirt and jeans. She wondered if it was still raining but Brad didn't smell like the rain. His blue eyes were soft, slightly darkened at seeing her in a rather disheveled state, not realizing the reason she looked the way she did was because she had a long night and early morning of passionate sex and sleep.

"Can I help you, Brad?" she asked, hoping her voice didn't come out as annoyed as she felt. "If you have a question about the midterm, you can come to my office hours. You really shouldn't be here."

"I don't have a question about the midterm," he told her and smiled. It was a charming smile and if Logan hadn't vexed her the way he had, Peyton was certain she would have been charmed by it. "I found out where you lived from a girl named Karla. I saw the two of you talking at the cafe that one time at the beginning of the quarter. I know that my timing is totally off and that we're in a weird power relationship and that this is completely inappropriate but I wanted to know, if you wanted, after the quarter ends, if maybe I could buy you coffee sometime." He shook his head, shy. "I know I should have waited until after the quarter but I didn't know if you were leaving for the holiday or if you were planning to stay and I didn't want to take the chance that I might lose you."

Brad was sweet but he was also talking too much. If Logan was a light sleeper, he would have heard that. She knew Logan well enough to know he wouldn't blame her for Brad's behavior but that didn't mean he wouldn't try and take it out on Brad in some way during class.

"Brad," she said in a voice just above a whisper. She wanted to tell him she was flattered, that he was sweet, that any girl would be lucky to have him. But she wasn't that girl and she couldn't just be nice to be nice. She didn't want to lead him on but she didn't want to be mean. She needed to be firm and honest. He deserved that much. "You shouldn't be here. It's completely inappropriate."

"You're right," he said, nodding his head, his cheek a dashing shade of red. "Maybe I could ask you after the quarter then?" His eyes were big and brown and hopeful.

Peyton swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. She wasn't the type of girl who broke hearts. Guys barely noticed her and didn't ask her out. This was new and different and she didn't know how to handle this.

"I'm seeing someone, Brad," she told him, hoping her voice was gentle.

"Oh." His voice was distant. Flat. "Of course. Of course you are." He looked around, as if suddenly realizing where he was. "I should go. You're right. I shouldn't be here. I'm so sorry."