Page 47 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

That made Peyton smile. That made her want to please him, to tease him, to be in complete control where he could do nothing. He couldn't even react, not with Karla standing there. He would be at a complete disadvantage and she somehow knew that had never happened to him before. Her smile deepened. Well, there was a first time for everything, as they said.

Her heartbeat quickened as she reached for his pants. Once her fingers pressed on the denim, her fingers undoing his belt with ease, springing his member free from confinement. She felt him stiffen under her touch, cut off in mid-sentence, and Peyton was forced to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud. She pulled down the denim as best as she could and he shifted in his seat to assist her.

"Don't say that, Logan," Karla said, her tone housing a pout. Peyton could only imagine how she was looking at him. But she pushed the thought aside and continued to focus on sliding Logan's boxers down with her hands. "We are friends. We had our friendly moments."

Peyton stopped, just as she was getting ready to pull his throbbing hardness through the band of his boxers.

Logan ignored the bait. "What the fuck do you want, Karla?" Logan asked once more, not bothering to hide the impatience in his voice.

Peyton took a breath and continued on. She knew Logan's reputation. She knew he had been with other women before Peyton. She didn't care about all of that. However, that didn't mean she wanted to hear him talking about his friendly relations with his previous partners.

"How's Peyton?" she asked.

Peyton froze again. What did Karla want to know about her? Why did she care?

"Karla, why the fuck do you stay in my business?" Logan asked. Peyton didn't have to see him to know he was wrinkling his brow. "Why are you even involved with Peyton? Why the fuck do you care?"

"You care about her." It was a statement, not a question.

"And how is any of that your goddamn business?" Logan asked.

At that moment, Peyton managed to pull away his boxers and immediately took his length into her mouth. He stiffened further and hissed.

"What?" Karla asked. "What's wrong?"

Peyton contained her chuckles as best as she could.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, his voice strived. "What the fuck do you think is wrong, Karla? You're not fucking stupid."

"I'm just concerned," Karl said. "You don't care about anyone. But clearly you have feelings for Peyton."

"And," Logan got out. He took a breath as Peyton continued to hold him in her mouth, not moving, just letting her get used to his size and to give him time to get used to the sensation of her mouth. "And what makes you say that?"

"That's what Brandon says," she told him, her voice feigning innocence.

Peyton tried to drown out her voice and focus on her task at hand. She opened her mouth even more, trying to take his impressive girth in her mouth as far as she could go. She nearly choked, her mouth filling with thick amounts of saliva that dragged along him. He had to clear his throat to cover up his grunt and Peyton took that moment to pause and breathe, releasing her mouth but keeping a firm grip on him. With tentative hands, she gripped his member with delicate fingers and slid her hand up to his tip.

"Jesus Christ," he said in a tight voice. Peyton grinned and listened as he tried to explain his reaction to her long, fluid jerking motion. "Why the fuck are you talking to Brandon, Karla? About my business." She stroked him again. "Shit. How did you even get in contact with him?"

"He got in contact with me," she told him. "Apparently you still have my number in your phone and he found it and reached out. He said you still talk to him about me."

Peyton paused and even she couldn't pretend to get over that particular statement.

"Brandon's a goddamn liar," he said through gritted teeth. "I don't have your number in my phone except when you called me about Peyton at that fucking party. I never had your fucking number. Don't try to make more of the past than it really was."

"You afraid Peyton's going to find out?" Karla asked, a low challenge in her voice.

"Peyton knows me well enough to know I don't fucking do sloppy seconds," he said. "Now, please, get the fuck out." Peyton put her mouth on his member and took him in, causing him to hiss. "Now, get the fuck out. I'm in the middle of something."

"What is going on with you, Logan?" Karla asked, her tone annoyed. "I'm here because Brandon wanted me to reach out to Peyton. Apparently, he did something to piss you and her off. I mean, his fucking jaw is wired shut for Christ's sake. He told me you broke it because he did something stupid and he wants to make it right."

Peyton continued bobbing her head up and down, her hands following her movements in consistent, firm strokes. His breathing hitched and instinctively, she knew he was close. Peyton's lips turned up as a new goal entered her mind. She was going to make him come in front of Karla and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Are you both out of your fucking minds?" Logan asked, gritting his teeth as he thrust his cock into her mouth even deeper. She nearly gagged but continued to do it, continued to give him pleasure he couldn't reveal. "He can't make up for what he did."

"What did he do?" Karla asked.

"Why don't you fucking ask him?" Logan barked. Peyton wasn't sure if it was because Karla was frustrating him even further or if it was because of her. "You guys seem to be quite chummy, which I don't give a shit about, by the way."