(18) Study the Kama Sutra and Put Theory into Practise

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“My name isn’t Veronica.” Kendall’s head popped out through her black blouse. “I’m not some little high school blonde who likes to help the helpless, alright?”

Logan sighed and rolled onto his back in his bed. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked role-playing.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like to play a naughty school girl—literally. Get my drift.” She finished dressing and opened the door. “I’m late for my facial appointment.”

“You need it,” Logan muttered.

Kendall slammed the door on her way out.

Logan shut his eyes. So, he said the wrong name, big deal. Boo-hoo. Her feelings got hurt. Like it really mattered to Kendall anyway. The truth was that everytime he was with Kendall, it was Veronica he was thinking about. He tried to ignore Kendall’s exaggerated throes of passion and pictured Veronica under him. Her legs wrapped around his hips meeting each one of his thrusts. Her breathless mouth pressed against his as he drove in and out of her. It only made him fuck Kendall harder. She didn’t complain.

Thinking about it again only made him hard. His hand reached under the blanket and in between his legs.

Suddenly, he heard the door open in the main room. He heard Duncan laugh, then Veronica’s voice.

Someone knocked on Logan’s door. “Hey, Logan, you in there?” It was Duncan.

“Yeah, man, I just got out of the shower, gimme a minute.” Logan finished jerking himself off and groaned into his pillow.

He cleaned up and met Duncan and Veronica in the other room. He smiled at them.

“So, gang, what are we up to tonight?” he asked.

Duncan lifted his book bag. “Homework.”

“Gee, and here I thought I was going to cancel my plans with Dick and Beaver,” Logan said.

“Don’t you mean Dick and Beaver’s stepmom?” Veronica added.

Logan shot her a dirty look. “Don’t you have some Sylvia Plath to read?”

Veronica’s mouth turned into a straight line. Logan smiled smugly to himself. Yeah, it was a cheap shot to remind her of that day on the beach, but it was worth seeing that pissed off look on her face.

“I want you two in bed by the time I get home.” Logan dangled his car keys in one hand. “Don’t stay up.”

He made his way to door. He heard laughter again from Duncan. He shut the door behind him and clutched the keys in his hand. He’d give anything to be able to laugh like that again.

**

It was almost two in the morning when Logan stumbled back into Duncan’s hotel room. He reeked of alcohol and pot—thanks to Dick. The night had consisted of porn, booze, and drugs at Castle Casablancas. And poor Beaver trying to finish his calculus homework in the middle of it all. It was amazing Logan was even able to get back in one piece.

He flung his keys on the table and walked towards the bathroom. He put his hand on the doorknob when it suddenly turned and he fell forward. He heard a gasp and saw Veronica holding him up.

“God, Logan.” She grimaced. “I think I’m getting a contact high.”

“I gotta piss.” He started to undo his button.

Veronica hurried out of the bathroom.

“Wait.” Logan grabbed her arm. “What are you doing here anyway? You dad doesn’t care about your late night escapades now since you’re no longer dating a murder suspect?”

“It’s not like it’s any of your business,” she pulled her arm away, “but my dad’s out of town.”

“How convenient.” He grinned. “So, Duncan got laid tonight, too.”

Her lip curled. “You’re disgusting.”

“Ah, you love it.”

She stormed out of the room, and door number two was slammed into his face.

**

Logan picked up the quarter and rubbed it on the front of his pants. Shiny. Just the way he liked his coins. He put into his pocket.

“I hope that’s going to charity.”

He turned around to look at Veronica. “Yes, the Logan-needs-to-get-drunk-tonight foundation. We’re always accepting donations.”

Veronica rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Are you going be around the hotel room later?”

He started walking to his car in the school parking lot. “Why do you ask?”

“I left my government book there,” she said.

“Can’t Duncan give it to you?”

“He already left for his parents. He won’t be back until after the weekend.”

Logan stopped in front of his car and rubbed his chin. “Let me see. Veronica Mars in a dilemma, asking me for help. I need to savor the moment.”

She let out a frustrated sigh. “Can I come over or not?”

“Sure.” He got into the driver’s seat. “How about nine?”

“Yeah, nine.” Veronica dropped her arms to her side and walked briskly to her own vehicle.

Logan smiled at his reflection in the rearview window. His cell phone went off. He glanced at the number.

“Sorry, Kendall,” he said to the ringing phone. “My ass belongs to someone else tonight.”

**

The knock came at 9:06. Logan swung open the door and leaned against the frame.

“You know I have more important things to do than wait around for you all day,” he said.

She pushed past him. “Where’s my book?”

He pointed with his chin to the coffee table. Veronica picked up the government book and stuffed it into her bag.

Logan spoke before she could leave. “Tell me, Veronica, what do the school books say about murders and cover-ups and the whole innocent until proven guilty thing?”

“I guess the same things you heard at your court hearing,” she said.

Logan pouted. “Ouch. That hurt.”

“I seriously doubt it.” She opened the door and almost ran into the pizza delivery boy.

“That’d be fifteen eighteen,” the delivery boy said to her.

Logan handed him a twenty and grabbed the pizza box. “Keep the change.”

After the guy was gone, Logan motioned to the white cardboard box. “Want a piece before you go?”

“No, thanks.”

Logan sat down and stretched his legs out on the coffee table. “Oh, Veronica, can you hand me that DVD on top of the TV?”

Veronica picked up the case. “North by Northwest?”

“What? You don’t think I like Hitchcock?”

“No, I just didn’t think you knew movies were made before 1980.”

He wagged a finger at her. “Funny.”

She tossed him the case. “Ever see Rear Window?”

“I’ve lost count,” he said.

“Psycho?”

“Hated the remake.”

“The Birds?”

“To this day, I freak out when I see two or more together.”

“Strangers on a Train?”

“And you wonder why Amtrak is going under.”

Veronica crossed her arms. “I never knew you were such a Hitchcock buff.”

He put the DVD into the player and pushed play. “You sure you don’t want that pizza?”

Veronica glanced at the TV screen as the movie started. “Just one slice.” She put down her bag and joined Logan on the couch.

**

One slice turned to two, then three. Before either of them knew it, the box was empty and the movie was over.

“Oh, god.” Veronica looked at the time on her watch. “I can’t believe how late it is.”

“Your dad’s still out of town, right?” Logan said.

“Yeah, but…” She ran a hand through her hair. “But, I should have left a long time ago.”

“Hey, you got some free food and watched a great movie. What are you complaining about?”

She stood up and tucked her hands into her back pockets. “I should go now.” She picked up her bag and turned back to Logan. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” He waved her off and sat there for a moment. A small smile crept on his lips. He’d actually had a good time with Veronica tonight and he was pretty sure she had to. There hadn’t been any bickering, no snide remarks; just two kids watching a movie and eating pizza. How insane was that.

He finally made himself get up from the couch when his foot hit something. He bent down and picked up the hardcover book from the floor. He shook his head at the sight of the government book and placed it back on the coffee table.

**

Logan awoke to the sound of his ringing cell phone. He answered before looking at the screen.

“Why didn’t you call me back last night?”

Kendall’s voice was like a shrill alarm in his ear.

Logan groaned. He was tempted to hang up on her.

“Are you still there? Answer me,” Kendall said.

“Call me tonight,” he said, holding in a yawn. “Maybe I’ll call you back then.”

This time, he did hang up.

Three hours later, Logan stepped out of the shower, dressed, and made his way to Veronica’s place with her government book in his hand.

**

Logan heard Back-up bark before Veronica came to the door. She took one look at him and immediately her eyes narrowed.

“I don’t think I ordered a rich spoiled brat for lunch.” She looked at Back-up, who was at her feet wagging his tail. “Did you?”

Logan smiled. “Lucky for you, you get a two for one deal today.” He held up her school book. “Look familiar?”

She snatched it from him and started to shut the door.

“You’re welcome,” Logan said.

Veronica left the door half-open. “Can you come in for a second?”

Logan blinked, surprised at her invitation. “For what?”

“Just come in.”

He followed her instructions and stepped inside the apartment. The last time he was here Veronica had decided being with him was too hard for her. The feeling was still in the air.

“Is the maid off today?” he said, looking around the living room.

Veronica tilted her head. “Just stay there.”

She went into her bedroom and came back a second later with a shopping bag. She pulled out a long-sleeved light blue shirt.

“I got this for Duncan,” she said. “Our anniversary is coming up.”

“How sweet.” Logan leaned against the back of the couch. “What? Did you want me to help you wrap it or something?”

“Try it on.” She handed him the shirt.

“And the point for that would be…”

“You and Duncan are almost the same size and built. I just want to see if it would fit him.”

“Riiight…”

Veronica tossed the shirt at him. “Just do it.”

Logan caught the shirt and shuffled off to the bathroom. He removed his own top and slipped into Duncan’s present. He glanced in the mirror before returning to the living room. Blue was definitely not his color.

He held out his arms. “So, what do you think?”

Veronica walked up to him and adjusted his collar. Logan swallowed. Being this close to her again made his nerves stand on edge. Her hands smoothed out the wrinkles. She looked up at his face. He stared into her eyes; he took it back—blue was definitely his color.

“How come you never bought me a shirt?” he asked.

“Like you needed another one to add to your closet.” Veronica lowered her hands. “You wouldn’t have worn it anyway.”

“Judging by your sense of fashion, I’d have to agree with you.”

She shot him a dirty look.

He smiled and pulled on the sleeves of the shirt. “I think Duncan would approve.”

“Good.”

“Can I take it off now?”

“Yeah.”

Logan went back into the bathroom and left the door open. As he unbuttoned the shirt, he caught Veronica looking at him. He smiled at the mirror. Veronica realized she had been caught and quickly turned away.

“Hey, Veronica,” he called out.

“What?” Her voice was in the hallway.

“Come in here.”

Her head peeked around the corner. He wrapped an arm around her and brought her closer.

“What are you doing?” She squirmed inside his hold.

He looked at her. He was quiet as he studied her face. His sudden seriousness made her relax. Her face softened and she put her hands on his arms.

“Logan…”

“Shut the door.”

“I—”

Logan ignored her hesitation and pushed her back against the door, shutting it. He pressed his body on hers. She tried to turn away, but their eyes locked.

There was so much Logan wanted to say and so much he didn’t. He leaned his head forward until it rested on her shoulder. He nuzzled his face into her neck. She smelled like oranges.

She said his name again as he moved his face up towards hers. He felt her breathe in. Their eyes met again. It turned out he didn’t have to say anything at all. What he needed to say, to know, was written on her face.

When his lips touched hers, she breathed out.

**

Logan lifted Veronica’s legs until she was wrapped around his torso. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her back against the bathroom door.

“You okay?” he softly asked.

She nodded.

He cupped her ass and eased her down onto his cock. She gasped. When he was inside her, she bit down her on her lip. Her head fell back. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades.

His breathing quickened. “Okay…”

“Okay,” Veronica sighed.

He moved her legs even higher until her knees were almost to his shoulders. Her feet were tucked near his elbows. He kept his hands on her bottom and began to move her up and down.

A strangled cry came from Veronica. Her hips started to move to his rhythm. She dangled from his neck and arched her back, pressing her breasts to his chest.

“Logan…”

He swung her around and sat her down on the counter. The back of her head slammed into the mirror. Her face was contorted—not from pain, but from pleasure. Her legs dropped lower down his body. He hooked one leg over his right and left the other side spread. He continued to thrust in and out of her.

It wasn’t Kendall he was fucking. It was the real thing.

And hearing the real thing moan his name was better than anything he had ever imagined.

One more hard thrust sent both of them over the edge.

Breathless, Logan eased out of her. He touched Veronica’s slick body. Still real. Still the real thing.

She looked up at him; her eyes heavy from their lovemaking.

“Where did you learn how to do those things?” she asked.

He gave her a lopsided grin. “It’s a secret.”

She slide down from the counter and started to gather her clothes. “So is this.”

**

Logan was sitting in his room when Duncan knocked on his door.

“How was the anniversary?” Logan asked.

“It was cool.” Duncan smiled to himself. “Can you believe that me and Veronica have been back together for three months now?”

Logan shook his head. “It’s fantastic.”

Duncan pushed back the sleeve on his left arm. “Look at what she got me.”

Logan leaned forward to inspect the wristwatch. “Nice.”

“Well, I’m gonna get to bed.” Duncan turned to leave the room. “Night.”

“Night.” Logan waved him off and closed the door behind him.

He walked over to his closet and turned on the light. He pushed back a few hangers until he found what he was looking for. He took out the long-sleeved light blue shirt with a small smile on his face.

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