Chapter 5
Elise
Usually,when someone pissed me off, I was upset about it for a while and then let it go. There were crappy, angry people all over, and getting worked up about them was never worth it. Just because they were miserable and wanted to drag me down to their level didn't mean I had to let them.
But there was just something about Logan that made it harder to forget about.
I laid in bed that night, glaring at the ceiling, replaying our argument from in front of the house.
Who did he think he was, telling me Jason was an asshole? Did he know Jason? Clearly not well if he thought Jason's dad owned a yacht. He'd told me himself that his dad worked in construction, and that probably didn't pay well enough to afford a yacht.
He was just making snap judgements based on nothing, which was stupid because he didn't even have a reason not to like Jason. It wasn't like he was jealous because we were spending time together. Logan didn't even like me. Every time we saw each other, he was being a dick somehow, so I didn't know what his problem was.
Or why I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I grumbled under my breath and turned over onto my side, taking a second to fluff the pillow a bit more, trying to do anything that would help me fall asleep.
It was closing in on two in the morning, and I still felt keyed up.
Was it just because of the argument? Was I that concerned with how Logan acted?
I shouldn't have been. It wasn't like it was a surprise that he was rude and shitty. He was basically always rude and shitty, especially to me.
Dan always said not to take it personally, but it was hard not to.
At the same time, my mind wouldn't let up with replaying what he'd said about Jason. It had to be based on something, and I was so annoyed with the way it echoed the part of me that had been saying it was too good to be true that he was just a nice guy.
I hated that.
"Enough," I muttered, forcing my eyes closed and letting out a breath. "Go to sleep. Stop stewing."
Of course,even when I did fall asleep finally, my head was full of thoughts of Logan. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was just the usual arguments or me putting him in his place finally, but that wasn't how the dream was at all.
Instead, he was standing over me, angry and flushed, and I was on my knees in front of him. My hand was wrapped around his dick, stroking it quickly, and he growled lowly about finally shutting me up by putting my mouth to better use.
And I just... let him. I opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock inside, and in the dream, I was struck by how big and thick it was. How it filled my mouth and left me a drooling mess as I sucked him off.
He stroked my hair back and didn't force himself further in, letting me work at my own pace, and at the end of it, he pulled out and jerked himself off before coming all over my face and chest.
I woke up with a gasp and was horrified to find myself sticky and wet, clearly aroused from the nature of the dream.
It didn't have to mean anything, I told myself again and again once I'd gotten up and tried to go through with my day. It had been a while since I'd slept with anyone. Of course, I was pent up and having sex dreams. That wasn't unusual.
It was just my subconsciousness' choice of partner that was weird and upsetting. Why couldn't it have been Jason? Or some attractive stranger. I would have settled for any of Dan's other friends who were on the trip, even if it made it hard to look them in the eye in the morning.
Anyone but Logan, who was sitting in the kitchen, glaring down into a cup of coffee like it had offended him when I came down finally.
I was content to ignore him as I made my own cup and put together a quick breakfast of toast and fruit before taking myself out of the kitchen and away from him.
Maybe I would spend the day off exploring. Take my camera and some sunscreen and just see what there was to see. I could clear my head and find some inner peace, and when I came back, I wouldn't care about Logan and his crap, and I would have expunged the memory of the dream from my mind. It was the perfect plan.
Or it would have been if it had worked out like that. Unfortunately, my brain was completely stuck on the dream and what it might mean. I'd seen Logan in nothing but swim trunks, so I knew he was attractive and had a good body. That didn't necessarily mean he was going to have a nice dick too, but it definitely upped the odds.
I walked around, snapping pictures of locals and buildings and vistas, and I thought about what it might be like to drop to my knees in front of him. Would he be a dick about it? Would he be rough?
Oh, there was a thought. His hands tangling in my hair, holding me still and telling me to open my mouth for him. He'd work off some of that frustration by fucking my face maybe, and God. That sounded pretty good.
With a sickening jolt, I realized I was fantasizing about it in the middle of the street in town, and I had to shake myself and move on. It was clearly time to go home.
