Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

my wrist. I wasn't willing to consider what he could do to me, out here, away from everyone. I pictured myself lying in a bloody heap, Logan having beaten me to a pulp, no one discovering me until next morning. So, when his lips suddenly crashed down on mine, it took my breath away. In more ways than one.
    Logan was kissing me like his life depended on it. His passionate assault sliced through the alcoholic fog in my brain and overwhelmed my senses. I couldn't help the moan that rumbled up from my chest as his tongue demanded entrance to my mouth. Damn, but this boy could kiss . My lips opened willingly and I felt Logan shudder as our tongues touched for the first time. He tasted delicious. More delicious than I could ever describe. The rough bark of the tree bit into my back, but I didn't care. I wanted this kiss to go on and on. My free hand snaked up around his waist and pushed up under the back of his t-shirt, seeking bare skin. My fingers gently caressed the satiny skin of his lower back. I was overcome with a rush of lust so powerful it nearly knocked me off my feet. I wanted Logan. I wanted him so much that it hurt. My rigid cock was wedged painfully in my jeans. I could feel his answering erection against my stomach. Logan must have read my thoughts because he grabbed my hand and jammed it into the front of his jeans, forcing it down to his cock. I instantly curled my fingers around his flesh.
    Logan wrenched his mouth away from mine and gave a strangled sob as he buried his face into my neck. His dick twitched and he came almost immediately, pulse after pulse of semen soaking my hand and the inside of his jeans. His breath was ragged and his heart was hammering against my chest. My body was screaming for the same release. I rocked back and forth in frustration, trying to find the friction I needed to get me off.
    Suddenly there was open space all around as Logan whirled away from me. He looked at me in horror, eyes wide, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
    "Fuck," he whispered in disbelief.
    He turned and ran, disappearing off into the darkness, leaving me cold, alone and aching desperately for him.
    ****
    Logan wasn't at the site the following morning. After a night spent tossing and turning, my dreams haunted by golden hair, naked skin and spurting cocks, I wasn't in the best of moods. My pounding head and Logan's absence just made things worse.
    "Where's Logan Buchanan?" I asked Professor Carter when he did his rounds to the sites mid-morning.
    "He said he had to leave," said the Professor, mopping his sweaty forehead. "Family emergency."
    My heart sank. It could have been a legitimate reason, but I doubted it. I was pretty sure that it had more to do with our late night shenanigans in the woods. I guessed it had been as much of a shock to him as it had to me. At least I had prior experience jerking off another man—I didn't believe I could say the same for Logan.
    "Oh. Okay," I said to Professor Carter. "Guess we'll just have to get along without him, then."
    The Professor nodded and headed off.
    It was only three days, after all. Three days until the start of a new week at the dig. Funny how, before, I'd been willing away the time I had to spend with Logan. Now the weekend dragged ahead of me and Monday seemed like a year away.
    Three days until Monday. I was certain that Logan would show up then. No one could afford to drop a class credit halfway through. That would have been crazy.
    ****
    Only, Monday came, and still no Logan.
    "He's sick," I heard one of his jock friends tell the girls—the same ones who had been oiling up his back what seemed like a lifetime ago. "He's not coming out here this week."
    "Sick? Logan?" I said loudly, cringing inside as they all swung around to look at me.
    "Disappointed?" one of the guys shot back with a grin.
    I found that I was. But I feigned casual indifference, shrugged and left them to their conversation.
    A week. What was I going to do for a whole week? My stomach felt like lead. After the anticipation of seeing Logan again, all my adrenaline had nowhere to go and I suddenly felt nauseous. I sat down heavily on the rocky ground and cradled my head in my hands. What the hell was I doing? I couldn't believe I was feeling sick over some guy—or rather, the lack of some guy. A guy that I wasn't sure I even liked.
    "Are you okay?" The hand of one of the girls lightly touched my shoulder. "You're not sick, too, are you?"
    I was, but not in the way she was