Scartissue by T.L Hodel

CHAPTER 26

Shelby

I was pulled out of a rather good dream by a strange noise. I stared up at my darkened roof as I blinked away the remnants of a wedding dress I’d never be able to afford. Logan looked good in a tux. With his hair all styled, and a smile on his face. I wouldn’t argue if I got to see him like that one day.

I still couldn’t believe what Rye went through at the hands of Logan’s dad. If he could do that to her and Mason in a couple of hours, what did he do to Logan over years? It broke my heart just thinking about it. I pushed myself up and grabbed my phone.

Me: I’m sorry I ran out on you. Can you come by? I’d like to see you.

I hit send, even though Logan was probably asleep.

Ding.

What the heck?

My heart flipped when I looked up and saw the red ember of a cigarette glowing in the dark. My brows furrowed at the figure sitting on the end of my bed.

“Logan?”

I thought I smelled smoke, but I’d assumed my mind was still in my dream. For half a second, I thought I might still be asleep. I’d never seen him like this. His shoulders were hunched over, and even in the dark, I could see the deep lines etched in his brow. I gently reached out and placed my hand on his back, as he sucked in a drag from his cigarette.

“I had to see you.”

His statement sounded more like an apology.

“It’s okay.” I shuffled a little closer and tipped my head, coaxing him to look at me. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” The muscles on his back flexed under my palm as he scoffed out a snicker. “No, I’m not okay. Nothing’s okay,” he added in a mutter before sucking on his cigarette.

Logan still wouldn’t look at me. He continued to sit there and stare at something in the dark. The pain coming off him physically tugged at my heart.

I wanted to comfort him. Wrap my arms around him and tell him everything would be okay. So that’s what I did. I pressed myself up against his back and held him tightly.

“I fucked up.” His fingers grazed over the back of my hands. “I fucked up bad.”

“I’m sure it’s not as bad–”

Seven words. That’s all it took for Logan Hudson to destroy me.

“I met a chick in a bar.”

My arms dropped away from him as my heart physically shattered. The only thing that stopped me from moving away were his red rimmed eyes. When he lifted his head and I saw the dry streaks on his face, I froze. He’d been crying.

“I didn’t fuck her,” he explained, “But I came damn close.”

“How close?” I don’t know why I said that. I didn’t want to hear the gritty details.

“I had the condom ready, and my dick out.”

That was pretty close.

“So, you touched her?”

He let out a strangled sigh.

“Yes.”

“Did she touch you?”

He didn’t have to say anything, I could see the answer on his face.

I sat there quietly chewing on my lip while struggling to blink back the tears filling my eyes. This was stupid. He’d been with countless girls, why would one be enough for him now? Let alone one so inexperienced.

Then I got angry. I didn’t want this. He made me fall for him. Why? Just so he could rip my heart out?

“Sounds like you had everything in order.”

“It wasn’t like that.” He grabbed my arm, stopping me when I tried to back away. “I didn’t want her baby.”

“Don’t call me that!” I growled, tearing my arm out of his grip.

He reached out for me again, but I kicked his hand away and slapped him. Everything got quiet. So quiet that I heard the sizzle of his cigarette when he dropped it in my cup of water.

Then he lunged. Grabbing my ankles and pulling me down on the bed so he could crawl over me.

“I couldn’t do it,” he said while I swung my fists, taking my anger out on his solid chest. “I had her right there, and I couldn’t do it.”

“You expect me to have sympathy for you because your bar whore couldn’t cut it?”

I couldn’t get away, his weight had me pinned, but I could still hurt him. Make him feel an ounce of the agonizing pain I was feeling. I swung my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

“Fuck you Logan.”

Was this all some twisted way to hurt me?

It worked. For half a second, I’d let myself think that Logan Hudson did care about me. I was a fool. The dam holding my tears back broke.

“You win,” I huffed out a sigh and rolled my head on the bed. It hurt too much to look at him. “I hope you’re happy.”

“Fuck.” He dropped his head and nuzzled in my neck. “I was scared I’d break you, and I broke you anyway.”

What?

“Everything I touch turns to shit. I should’ve stayed away from you. But I can’t. I fucking love you. I can’t let you go.”

My heart fluttered as I twisted my neck to look at him.

“You love me?”

When he lifted his head and I saw those beautiful green eyes glimmering with unshed tears, my breath hitched. I could feel the desperation in them. Logan wasn’t just guilty, he was terrified.

“I don’t just love you baby, I need you.” He cupped my face and swept the tears off my cheeks with his thumbs. “Your beautiful smile is the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I see when I go to sleep. I let my old man get to me and I shouldn’t have.”

He saw his father today?

“I’m so fucking sorry. You have no idea how fucking sorry I am. I swear to god I’ll never look at another woman again. Just tell me I didn’t lose you.”

My heart swelled as I stared up into his pleading gaze.

Was it too late? Did he lose me?

“I saw Preston today. He asked me if I loved you.”

A spark of hope flashed across his face.

“What did you say?”

“That I didn’t know. But I lied.” No, he didn’t lose me. He couldn’t, because Logan Hudson didn’t just own my heart. He owned my soul. “I do love you.”

His lips slammed down on mine, taking me in a possessive kiss that I felt in the depths of my soul. It was desperate, tinged with the mingled taste of our tears, and absolutely perfect.

We became a frenzy of teeth, tongues and hands. A tangled mess of passion. I threaded my fingers through his hair and wrapped my leg around his waist, groaning when I felt his hardness press against me.

Logan growled against my mouth and tore away my shorts and panties, while I unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans over his hips with my feet.

I didn’t care what happened. I need him, needed to feel him inside me. When he lined his cock up and pushed into my opening, we both groaned.

Our bodies moved up the bed as he fucked me hard and rough. Every time I came close to that blissful edge, Logan would bite me or pinch me, giving me just enough pain to toss me over.

I cried in my pillow, my hand and blanket. Anything I could to muffle the sounds I was making. But when he wrapped my leg around his hip and changed the angle I couldn’t hold my moans back.

“Quiet, baby,” Logan growled while clamping his hand over my mouth, “You’re going to wake up your mom.”

I muttered behind his heavy palm, “I don’t care.”

“You will, when she has to watch me fuck you,” Logan chuckled, “Because I’m not stopping.”

That just made me moan louder as my pussy clenched tightly around him.

“Oh, you like that?” he hissed in my ear and picked up the force of his thrusts. “My dirty little girl wants everyone to know who owns this pussy.”

I screamed behind his hand as waves of orgasmic bliss rocked my body.

“Fuuuck,” Logan grunted, flipped us over and pressed my face down into the crook of his neck.

I was nervous at first. The new position gave me control. Or at least I thought it did until Logan grabbed my hips and started rocking me.

It didn’t take me long to fall into the rhythm he set and soon I was fucking him. It was empowering watching his face twist in pleasure, knowing I was the cause.

“That’s it, baby, fuck me.” He palmed my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh and ran his hot tongue down my neck. “Ride my cock.”

This time when my orgasm took me, I dug my teeth into his shoulder, using his muscle to muffle my scream.

That seemed to set him off. Two hard thrusts later and he was holding me down on his cock as it twitched inside me, bathing my walls with his warm cum.

As I lay there slumped over him, panting my exertion into his neck, a thought occurred to me.

“You didn’t use a condom.”

“I’m clean and you’re on birth control.”

“Birth control isn’t always a hundred percent,” I pointed out. “What if I get pregnant?”

“Well, then we’ll have a baby.” He turned and looked at me, green eyes sparkling with delight, “And it’ll be the cutest little shit this world has ever seen.”