Chapter 7
Elise
There wasa part of me that was ashamed of being so easy for Logan. He was such a dick sometimes, and there I was, spreading my legs for him, sucking him off, letting him eat me out when the house was empty and everyone else was off on a boat tour of a nearby cove.
I'd claimed to have a headache, and Logan had just waved them off when they asked, and we'd gone down to the den and spent the afternoon ruining the couches.
By the time everyone came back, we were in our respective rooms, and no one was the wiser.
It was such an illicit thing, and somehow that made it better and worse. I'd never done anything like it before. Sleeping with my brother's friend, not telling anyone. Neither of us expected anything to come of it. It was just a vacation diversion, and surely, we were allowed those.
When we weren't fucking, we bickered just as much as ever. Logan would say something rude, and I would call him out in it. He'd call me silly and I'd call him awful, and then we would move on. It wasn't even to throw people off of our trail, we just genuinely did not get along unless we were having sex. And that was probably only because were too occupied to talk to each other.
Every time I thought about the things I let him say to me during sex, I felt myself blush. I would never let anyone talk to me like that, but somehow, it just made it all better. Like the heat of our irritation with each other just fanned the fires of the desire we felt, making the sex better.
I couldn't explain it.
But either way, our vacation was coming to an end. We had lives to get back to, and I couldn't decide if I was relieved or disappointed.
It was so much safer to go back to my routines and not let this little diversion become anything more than that, but I couldn't deny that it had been very nice to have something to look forward to that was low pressure and actually kind of fun.
Getting used to it was a bad idea, though. I knew that. It was only going to end badly because Logan wasn't my type at all, and he didn't even like me. He just liked getting his dick wet, probably. Since I was using him for pleasure as well, I couldn't be too upset about it, but it was best that we went our separate ways at the end of the vacation.
We'd still see each other when Dan had us both over, but there was no need to make it more than that. Safer too, so no one would ever find out.
On the last night, we all went down to the beach to have dinner at sunset.
All the couples were sitting together, and I could feel Jason eyeing me where I sat between Dan and Lydia, sipping my wine.
I felt a little bad about how that had worked out. Whatever interest I'd had in him before I'd started sleeping with Logan had pretty much disappeared, and aside from talking to him when everyone was together, I hadn't given him that much attention.
He didn't seem very happy about it either, and I remembered what Logan had said about him having a reputation. I wondered if he had assumed I would be a sure thing.
Well, either way, he'd missed his chance. I was going to go back home and re-dedicate myself to my work. I was going to see my friends and spend my time productively. I didn't need a boyfriend or a friend with benefits or any of that.
The itch was scratched, and I was ready to get back to my life.
Of course, those kinds of declarations were so easy to make and so much harder to stick to.
It was very nice to be home, and I spent the whole first weekend back just enjoying sleeping in my own bed and not having a bunch of other people around. I ordered take-out and watched movies in my underwear, enjoying the last couple of days of relaxation.
On Sunday, my best friend Alexis dropped by, and while it was definitely not my intention to tell her what had happened while we were in Greece, it sort of slipped out.
She was just so perceptive, giving me a look after I hugged her. "What?" I asked. "Is that your 'did you bring me something?' face?"
She laughed. "No, it's my 'you look different' face."
"Well, I just spent a week and a half in Greece," I said. "I'm tanned and a little sunburned on top of that."
"No," she replied, shaking her head. "There's something else. Did you meet somebody?"
"What?"
"You have this...I don't know. Kind of glow going on. That 'I just got laid' glow."
"I definitely didn't just get laid," I told her, and that wasn't a lie. It had been at least four days since the last time Logan and I had slept together. That definitely didn't qualify as 'just'.
But Alexis was like a bloodhound for gossip, and she could tell I wasn't telling the truth. It wasn't like I was a great liar anyway. I usually tried to just be honest to avoid situations like this one, but it wasn't like I could just tell her what happened.
