In to Her

I mean between her and me. Because I like her. I know I like her because that whole time I was running the snowblower on the tractor I was thinking about her. Little bit about her man who died, but that was mostly out of respect for the dude’s toys. I had my pick of tractor attachments out in that garage. I could’ve plowed. I could’ve used the bucket to scoop it up. But in the end I used the blower.

Never used one of those before. Might never get another chance, either. Seeing as how we’re gonna be taking off for that island.

I made a decision too.

We’re going.

I already decided not to kill her, regardless of what Logan thought about that. I knew he’d come around. We’ve been friends too long for him not to. And he wants out of this Damon bullshit just as much as I do.

I look at him now and find him… not exactly smiling, but not frowning either. “What?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothing. Just… you’re such an asshole.”

“Why?”

“‘Keep me warm, cookie,’” he sneers.

I flip Yvette over onto the other side of me, making her squeal again, then pull her legs open and lean over top of her so we can kiss. And in that kiss I say, “He’s just jealous because I get all the girls, Yvette. But…” I pull back from the kiss and look over my shoulder so I can see Logan. “I’ll share you with him, if that’s what you want.”

Logan grunts. “Somehow I don’t see that happening.”

“Cookie,” I say, leaning into her neck so I can kiss her ear. “Do you want us both?”

She hesitates and I don’t like that. I want Logan to come with us and if he feels unwanted, he won’t. He’ll go back to Damon and that presents all kinds of problems.

Some of them technical. Such as he’ll know where we are and he could tell Damon.

But some of them are just personal.

I don’t want to leave him behind. We got into this life together, we should leave together too.

“He says he’ll be your monster. Don’t you want your very own monster?”

“Maybe,” she says. But she’s smiling so I take that as a good sign.

“How can I convince you that you need us both? Hmm?”

“I don’t know,” she says.

But we all know the answer to that is sex. Which makes me unexpectedly laugh. Because it’s dumb, but still true.

“I have an idea,” I say, pushing her shirt up so I can kiss her stomach as I continue to play with her breasts. Then I get on my knees in front of the couch and start taking off her boots.

“I just got dressed,” she complains.

“And it was easy, wasn’t it? Which means I can get you naked and you can get dressed again later.”

She huffs, but doesn’t stop me. I toss her cute little snow boots over my shoulder and start unbuckling her pants, glancing over at Logan, who has situated himself in the corner of the couch so he can watch.

I shake my head at him.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re not just gonna watch.”

“For now I am,” he replies.

“I’ve got plans for you,” I say.

He smiles. “Is that so?”

I nod. “Yup.”

“What plans?” Yvette asks.

“You’ll see. Something I know he likes to do and you’re a prime candidate.” Then I wink at Logan, who’s squinting his eyes at me, trying to parse that out.

I ignore that look and start working Yvette’s pants down over her hips. She giggles and helps me by lifting up a little so I can slide them down her legs.

“You must be a sex addict. Don’t you ever get enough?”

“Enough?” I ask. “Of your gooey inside? Shit. Hell, no.”

“AJ,” Logan protests. “I think we’ve all had enough.”

All right. That’s it. Whatever these two mood-killers were talking about before I came in, it needs be forgotten.

I stand up, reach down for Logan’s shirt, and pull him to his feet.

“What the fuck—”

But I kiss him before he can say anything else. I kiss him hard. My fingers reaching for the button of his jeans. Pop it open and then slip down inside to grab his cock. He’s not hard, but he begins to grow as I grip him tight.

At first he doesn’t kiss me back, but it’s a small hesitation. A slight pause. And then his mouth opens and his tongue reaches for mine.

He grabs my hair, tugging on it hard as I pump his cock with my fist.

His fingers are on the button of my jeans now, trying to get it open, but I push him back and he falls into the couch cushions with a laugh. “What the fuck are you doing?”

When I drop to my knees and take his cock in my hand, he knows what I’m doing.

“AJ,” he says.

I just shake my head. Because I don’t want to hear it anymore. I’m tired of the excuses. I’m tired of the we-can’t-do-its.