Heat

The night was cold, the air seemed to bite at my cheeks as I walked through the alley to get to where I parked my car. I was fishing for my keys in my bag, my fingers always touching them before they slipped deeper into my bag. I let out a frustrated growl before ripping it off my shoulder and pushing around the useless junk more aggressively. I was more agitated than I had been the entire night, knowing that it was for another reason besides my bottomless purse.

I had come back to the city I was born in to close a deal for my firm, I had moved away hoping to never come back. But, here I was in a dark alley with my guard down like I had forgotten all about the crime rate. I gave up looking for my keys and emerged from alley way, the cold getting to me. I crossed the street to my car which was parked next to a street light which made the damage to my car known to me before I even got close enough to see it. I ran over to my car and set my purse on the hood.

My baby had all four of her windows smashed in and they had taken out the brand new stereo I had bought last week. In the back seat, the spot where I kept my suitcase was empty and so was my laptop.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I yelled into my smashed car. I kicked the tire, now noticing that whoever did this to my baby had slashed all of the tires.

I kicked the tire again, this time losing my balance and falling to the ground. I tried to save myself with my hand but I cut it on some glass instead.

"Of-fucking-course," I snapped as I pulled the small piece of glass out of my palm. I wanted to cry but I knew that wouldn't be very lady like to cry like a crazy woman in a dark street.

So instead, I pulled my knees close to me and held my head in my hands. I didn't care much about my bloody hand anymore, I just wanted my bed and my cat.

"Emma?"

I froze, my heart was trying to jump from my chest while my pussy was pulsating like I had just heard someone whisper what they were going to do to me. I knew that voice, and I knew it too well. I thought that this night couldn't get worse, but the surprise appearance of a guy who had dumped me sure did slap icing on the cake.

I turned, to look at Logan, he looked like he hadn't aged ever. I quickly stood, almost losing my balance and falling again but I kept my shit together. I put on my best, deal sealing smile and acted like the car wasn't there.

"Logan! What a surprise, what are you doing out so late?" I asked as I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my pantsuit, hiding the bloody one.

Logan stepped into the large ring of light from the street light. He wore a grey hoodie with matching grey sweatpants, I tried to keep my eyes off the obvious outline of his dick but it was a challenge for me. His blonde hair was the same length it had been when he left me in that Wendy's with two frosty's in my hands.

One of his brows rose, his eyes going to my forehead, a spot I had forgotten that there was blood. "I should ask you the same," He glanced at my car, "I'm guessing that car is yours."

I cleared my throat, not usually being caught in a lie. My mind seemed to go back to all the times where he had seen right through any lie I told him; those were different times, harder times for me.

"Uhm, yeah, I have it handled though." I stammered as I flashed him another smile which would have stopped any mans heart.

Logan scuffed, a sound that made me angry for reasons that were not all reasonable. "C'mon, you can crash at mine tonight. I'll help you figure it out in the morning." He waved his hand for me to come to him, something I longed to do.

I hesitantly followed him, my heels clicking loudly on the pavement as I walked. We didn't talk the entire walk there, his building wasn't a fancy one but it wasn't one of the more run down ones either. He opened the door for me and I thanked him before waiting for him to lead the way. He walked into the building and lead me to an elevator, we got in quietly, the silence was getting painful for me.

"So," I said, dragging it out. "What have you been up to?"

"Boxing is the main thing, you?" He asked, eyes glued to the electronic screen above the elevator that counted the floors.

"I met a guy in college and I am now the co-owner of his business. He makes the fashion I pull in smaller companies and celebrities to do collaborations and joint business." I said with a proud smile, I had worked hard to where I am now.

Logan smiled back at me, a proud look in his eyes but it left when the doors to the elevator opened up and he stepped out. I followed, falling into step behind him. In my heels, I was almost as tall as he was but I knew that when I took these bastards off I would go back to being the small girl he had barely noticed. I didn't know why that I thought that this would be even possible, we weren't a good match for each other.

He opened the door to his apartment and I was shocked by how plain it was. There was nothing in his apartment that even hinted towards his life. To the left of the doorway there was a small kitchen with one of those fold up card tables and one fold up chair. His fridge didn't have a single magnet on it, mine was full of silly ones. Straight ahead was the living room, a couch against the wall and television that barely fit on the wall. I knew from my dad that bachelors seemed to favor larger televisions and sparse furniture.

I walked over to the kitchen and set my oversized bag on the card table as I rummaged for the emergency makeup wipes that I kept in there.

"Where's your bathroom?" I asked.

Logan had turned on the TV and was lounging on the couch. I could hear a football announcer talking about a player who had injured themselves on a play. "Just use the one in my bedroom, you can grab some clothes too."

Before I could ask where that was he told me that it was at the end of the hall. His apartment was small and easy to navigate, mine was more roomy with more personalization. When I opened the door to his room, I realized just how much of a bachelor he was. His room was a disaster, there were clothes everywhere and his bed wasn't made. The door to the bathroom was open, but I had to tiptoe like I would step on a mine to get there.

"Jesus Christ." I said as I turned on the sink.

I looked into the mirror, my makeup was a mess and my skin was already started to turn an angry red from wearing it for too long. I sighed as I pulled out a makeup wipe and began to take it off. With every wipe, my freckles and rosy skin, which I had been determined to hide, came back to my reflection. I quickly splashed some water onto the angry skin. While I had the sink on I cleaned the cut which I had skillfully hid, it wasn't that deep so I knew I didn't need stitches.

I turned off the sink and walked out of the bathroom. I walked over to what I hoped was the closet, putting all of the clothes on the ground into a pile by the door. I grabbed a shirt out before closing the closet and walking over to the bed. I set the shirt on the bed and unzipped my pantsuit. I took it off and carefully folded it before slipping on the shirt which made me feel even more like a twig than what I already was. I was about to take my clothes out to where my purse was but when I turned, Logan was standing in the door way staring at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. I could tell what he wanted from the tent in his pants.

Logan stalked towards me, his eyes a dark shade of blue, swirling with lust. I backed up, on the edge of saying fuck it and trying to protect my heart from this sexy jerk. The back of my knees hit the bed and I tossed my clothes aside before climbing backwards onto the bed. Of course, Logan followed me until I was trapped under him, making him grin like he'd caught a big fish.

"You've got no where to run now, gorgeous." He purred as he began to put his weight on me, his face going into the crook of my neck to breathe in my expensive perfume.

I closed my eyes, trying to remind myself that this wasn't the best idea. But my body wasn't listening, I was getting wetter by every second he laid on top of me. So I went with the fuck it choice and pushed him so that I was on top, he was shocked that I had made a bold move. In all honesty, I hadn't had sex in months so sure I was horny as hell.

I channeled all my courage and kissed him hard, my hands moving to pin his above his head so that I was in control. Logan growled into my mouth, his hips seeking mine for some much needed friction. I gladly moved my hips down on his, making up both moan. Logan flipped us back over so that I was on my back, he pulled away from my mouth before moving to attack my neck as his large hands began to roam my body.

Logan lifted up his shirt to expose my little Victoria Secret bra. Growling, he ripped the lacey piece off of me before admiring my tits.

"Fuck, I missed these." He mumbled to himself before latching onto my nipple.

I cried out at the feeling of his mouth attacking my nipple while his other hand tugged and pinched the other. I was dizzy from the feeling, but I was coherent enough to stick my hand in his pants and wrap my fingers around his girth. I was shocked at how big he was, but I didn't really appreciate dick and its wonders when I was younger. I began to jerk him off, his mouth came off my nipple to let out a hiss of pleasure.

"Emma..." He moaned out with his head resting on my chest. But something changed, because before I knew it, both my hands were pinned above my head and he was kissing a trail down my stomach towards my pussy.

When he had finally made it down all the way, he licked a long stripe from my entrance to my clit before pulling back to admire it. I was breathing heavy, dying to get more of his mouth on me, dying to finally have his huge dick inside of me.

"Stop fucking looking at it and eat me out already, dammit." I said with a frustrated growl.

I heard him chuckle, "You're not very patient, gorgeous." Logan said.

Before I could tell this tease off, he was devouring me. He was tongue fucking me, and he would often slip a finger in there just to hear me cry out for more. I was a squirming, sobbing mess but he never stopped. I wanted to say Uncle, the pleasure was becoming too much for me, my body shook with the build up of my orgasm. I came with a cry of his name, Logan licked up the mess but he didn't stop with his attack on my pussy until I had come two more times.

He lazily kissed his way back up to my mouth before kissing me, his tongue tasted of me and I moaned into his mouth. I had almost forgotten that we hadn't even fucked yet until I felt the thick head of his dick pushing inside of me. I threw my head back and let out a low, guttural moan at how good it felt. He slowly entered me, obviously knowing that he was huge, that cocky bastard.

Without warning, he snapped his hips forcing the rest of him inside, making us both gasp.

"Oh, fuck." I hissed as he began his slow assault on my pussy, each thrust going deeper than the first.

I was wrapped around him like he was a life raft, going to take me to safety but he actually was driving me into the sweet oblivion of another orgasm. Logan's hips began to move faster and faster, his mouth was swallowing all the sounds I was making.

"Don't come yet, I'm almost there." He grunted, but I wasn't paying much attention.

"Logan!" I yelled as my nails dug into his back, no doubt going to leave large welts tomorrow.

Logan's hips began to sputter before they started to slow down. I felt his seed spill into me.

"Come now, baby, come for me." Logan panted in my ear.

I arched my back into him as my orgasm hit me like a train. I was dizzy and shaking when it finally was over, Logan pulled out slowly which made us both wince. Logan fell to the side before pulling me into his arms and kissing the top of my head.

"I missed doing that with you." He said as he closed his eyes.

"Me too. Goodnight." I said before rolling over and closing my eyes.

I was half asleep but I'm pretty sure that I heard him say the L word, and I'm pretty sure I said it back. I should have known from the moment I seen him on the street this wasn't going to be just a one night stand.

I watched my lunch swirl down the toilet as I wiped my mouth with a napkin. It had been a month since I had fucked around with Logan, and with my luck, it was no wonder I was pregnant. My coworkers had noticed before I had, I had been coming into work without really caring what I looked like for a couple days before Zeke threw a pregnancy test at me. I had been debating how to tell Logan since I found out, but today was the day. Throughout this entire week I've had to deal with people being annoyingly nice to me, and I couldn't even reach for the wine.

Zeke, being the angel he was, made sure to give me an open slot in my calendar today to break the news to the father to be. Of course since I was a fucking twig, there was already a small little bump. It only just made me look like I had eaten to much, but it was there. I walked back to my office and I could see Logan standing in my office through the small window in the door. I opened the door and flashed a big smile while forcing down the urge to vomit again.

"Well, good afternoon, stranger." I said as I walked over to my desk to set down my water bottle.

Logan was wearing a plain grey short sleeved shirt with dark blue jeans. He looked just as edible as he did when we fucked. "Did you call me here for a reason or just for someone to talk to?" He asked, obviously a little cranky.

I cleared my throat, suddenly very nervous. "I'm pregnant." I said bluntly, deciding to drop the bomb rather than skip around it.

Logan just stood there, his eyes going from my face to my stomach over and over. "With—with my kid?"

I nodded, I was waiting for him to run from the room screaming. But instead he ran to me and nearly tackled me to the ground. I squealed as he hugged me, he twirled me around before setting me down on the ground.

"Marry me." He said breathlessly.

I blinked like he had been the one to tell me he was pregnant. "Whoa, there bud, take me to dinner first and we can talk about it over food." I said with a smile, happy that I wasn't going to have to raise a kid alone.

Logan just grinned big and kissed me on the forehead, "Anything for you, gorgeous."