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The Bad Boys of Summer Anthology(84)



I looked down at her, panting in the grass, staring up at me with eyes full of lust, and it took everything I had in me to not rip her jeans off and take her then and there.

I jumped up and reached down and pulled her up to join me.

“What just happened?” She looked at me with dazed and innocent eyes. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m not going to take you in the grass, in the middle of some field. And I don’t have protection.”

“Oh.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “I would have thought someone like you would have protection at all times.”

“Someone like me?” My heart beat rapidly at her words. I tried to ignore the hurt that coursed through my veins.

“Yeah, I figured a guy as hot as you would have hundreds of women throwing themselves at him.”

“Oh.” I laughed, trying not to fall under the spell her eyes were casting up at me. “I don’t generally get many girls throwing themselves at me.”

“I’m the only one who has wanted you?”

“You’re the only girl I know who has told me to take her in a field.”

“Then you should do it,” she grinned at me impishly. “I’m on the pill.”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head, ignoring the urge to pull her towards me and take her then and there. She was one of the sexiest and most confident girls I had ever met and I was having a hard time resisting her. And it was about more than the hot lust I felt for her, there was something about her smile that was tugging on my heartstrings. And frankly, it was that emotion that had me scared and holding back.

“Why not?” She pouted.

“You don’t even know me.” I shook my head. “You’re not very smart, are you?”

“I want to have sex with you.”

“Me, or any guy?” I stared at her pointedly. As much as I wanted to take her, I knew that I couldn’t. She didn’t seem like the sort of girl who knew the score. And as much as I didn’t care if she got hurt, I just couldn’t go forward. I didn’t bother asking myself why; I didn’t want to know.

“I’m not a whore, you know.” She stared at me with pleading eyes. “I don’t just go around having one-night stands.”

“So you want to use me for a one-night stand?”

“No, well, you know.” She blushed and looked down. “You’re different from most guys I’ve dated.”

“You wanted to know what it was like to be with a bad boy?” I ran my hands through my hair. “Time to experiment with a bit of rough?”

“No, no.” She shook her head angrily. “What’s your problem anyway?”

“I don’t have a problem.” I started walking.

“Are you mad at me, Logan?”

“No, why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know.” She sighed. “You’re not how I imagined, you know?”

“Yeah, you told me earlier.”

“Earlier, I was talking about your looks.” She reached out and stopped me. “Now, I’m talking about personality. You say you’re a bad boy, but a bad boy would have fucked me with no hesitation just now.”

“Is that what you want me to do?” I looked at her through narrow eyes. “Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you and take you home?”

“Yes… no,” she mumbled, and I laughed as I saw the hope and eagerness in her eyes, followed by the shock. “I mean, yes, I want to sleep with you, but I don’t want you to take my home afterwards.”

“Oh, you’d rather we talk about our dreams and goals after?” I cocked my head to the side and looked at her in consideration. “Shall we talk about our plans for the future after? Maybe about my goal to go to law school, and your goal to become President? Hmm, yes, that sounds like a good idea.”

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” She glared at me.

“You don’t know me.”

“I know of you.”

“Yeah, you know what everyone in River Valley knows about me.” I shook my head, disappointed.

“You think I believe everything that I hear?” Her eyes shot daggers at me.

“I don’t care.” My voice was hard. “And you should believe it it’s true.”

“I don’t think it’s true at all,” she said softly.

“You just hope it’s not true.”

“I want to get to know the real you.”

“Maddie, we’ve barely just met tonight. You don’t want to get to know me. You want a hot fuck in a field with the town’s bad boy so you can go and tell all your friends.”

“You think it would be hot if we made love?” she whispered up at me, and moved closer to me.

“I said fucked.” I took a step back. This girl was stubborn and brave. And stupid. “I don’t make love.”

“That’s okay, we don’t need to make love.”

“You’re crazy. You know that, right?”

“Tell me you don’t want me.” She grabbed my hand and moved even closer to me. “Tell me, you don’t want to feel yourself inside of me.”

“You’ve been watching too many pornos, Maddie.” I looked at her with a wry smile. “I’ve never heard anyone use those phrases in real life.”

“I don’t watch pornos.” She leaned up towards me. “But I do want to feel you inside of me.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” I could barely believe my ears. This girl was crazier than I had given her credit for. “I wouldn’t go around saying that to every guy you meet.”

“I don’t want to sleep with every guy I meet.”

“So why me?” I looked at her, and my heart skipped a beat. I knew I was falling under her spell. And I didn’t want to. I wanted to be anywhere but here, with anyone but her.

“Because you’re Logan Martelli.” She smiled shyly.

“You say that like it’s a good thing.” I rolled my eyes. “Haven’t you heard? Good girls like you are meant to stay away from me.”

“I’m not a good girl.” She licked her lips. “I’m a bad girl.”

“Why are you here, Maddie?” I sighed as I stared at her lips. I wasn’t going to be able to resist her much longer.

“I don’t know.” She stepped back, and I was loath to lose her closeness. “I like you. I’m attracted to you. I want to know the real you.”

“There is no real me. The me you know about is the real me.”

“I’ve always wanted to get to know you better.”

“You don’t even know me.” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re famous in this town.” She pushed me in the chest slightly. “And you know what? I don’t care what people say about you.”

“It’s true what they say about me.”

“Who cares?” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“What do you do, Maddie?” I changed the subject, not wanting to talk about my reputation any more.

“I’m a college senior. Well, I’m going to be a senior in the fall.”

“I see.” I nodded and turned away. “Back home for the summer?”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I wanted to get a job, but my mother wasn’t having it.”

“She doesn’t want you to work?”

“No.” She shook her head. “But let’s not talk about her.”

“What are you studying?”

“History.”

“Interesting.”

“No, it’s not.” She laughed. “I know that many people aren’t as inspired by history as I am. What did you study?”

“In college?”

“Yeah.” Then she blushed. “Oh, sorry. I guess you didn’t go to college?”

“No.” I shook my head, annoyed. “I barely graduated from high school,” I lied, not wanting her to know that I graduated with a 3.8 GPA and a number of college credits from dual enrollment classes.

“School’s not all that.”

“Yeah.” We walked in uncomfortable silence. What was she doing with me here? What was I doing with her?

“Do you enjoy stealing cars?”

I looked over at her, annoyed and suspicious. What sort of fool was she? “Is that all you think I do?”

“No,” She looked taken aback. “I was just curious, seeing as how we just met, you know.” Her voice trailed off and I stifled a curse. Since when was she so sensitive?

“Look, Maddie, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. Let’s just spend the night staring at the stars and leave it at that. I’m not down for any deep conversations. I don’t need to be analyzed by some college girl.”

“I think you have a problem with me.” Her words were soft but I could hear the edge in her words. “You’re pretending you think I have an issue with you because you’re Logan Martelli. Woo, I’m scared to be with the big, bad Logan Martelli, eldest brother in a family of criminals. I’m so scared. You’re going to steal a car and then have your wicked way with me. Uh oh. Even though I can’t even get you to make out with me for longer than a few minutes. The issue we have here isn’t what I think of you, which by the way is not much, and that has nothing to do with the rumors about you in town. The issue we have here is that I’m a girl, and I’m rich, and I’m college educated, and I’m forward, and you don’t like that. You don’t like that a girl like me is confident enough to tell you that she wants you. You’re scared that I’m going to emasculate you. You’re scared that I’m going to be a better thief than you. You’re—”