Logan's Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel (6 page)

“Hell, Logan was the one that had the crowd going nuts.  Especially with that last song, man, that was a good pick, man.”  Rock nodded at Logan.

“Yeah, I agree.  Friday was the best we’ve ever done.”  Charlie chimed in, sipping his beer more slowly than his friends since he was the designated driver.

“Hell yeah, it was.”  Dylan grinned and picked up his second drink that the bartender had just dropped off.

“So, what else did the scout say?”  Charlie asked the question Logan had been dancing around. He sighed and looked around at them.

“His name is Garrett Vile, he wants me to come to New York next week to play for the other record label executives at New York New Music.” Logan looked down at the bar and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Dude, that’s awesome!  We’re going to New York, baby!” Rock pumped his fist in the air and high-fived Charlie. Dylan narrowed his eyes and studied Logan’s expression.  He had known Logan all his life, he knew what Logan was saying.

“Rock, shut the fuck up.  That’s not what he said.”  Dylan said in a low, bitter tone.  Rock and Charlie’s mood immediately deflated and they turned to look at Logan.  Everyone was looking at Logan now and so he stood up off his barstool and backed up a few steps.  Their glares were boring holes straight through him and he needed to collect himself.  

“Dylan’s right.  They want me to come to New York.  Alone.”  Logan looked at his friends, pleading with his eyes for them to understand.

“And you said that we are a band, not a one man show, right?” Rock spoke in an ominous tone.  

“I haven’t given them an answer yet.  But, I need to go, guys.  I can’t pass up this opportunity.  You all know how much I need this.”  Logan was walking back and forth, pacing, attempting to figure out a way to explain his decision. Dylan stood silently, his face expressionless and still.  Not the case for Rock and Charlie.

“You need this, Logan? Like you think we don’t?”  Charlie’s fists were balled at his sides, Logan had never seen him angry before.  He was always calm and collected, he had always had Logan’s back in the past.

“There were four of us on that stage Friday, man.  We aren’t just your fucking back up singers.  We are a band.  A fucking team, Logan.”  Rock glared at him, pointing his finger accusatorially.  

“Come on, guys.  It looks like Logan has made up his mind.  Let’s get out of here.” Dylan said to the other band members and motioned toward the door. Still scowling at Logan, the two men followed Dylan as they headed toward the exit.  

“Tabs on you, Logan.” Dylan called back to him, as they walked outside and stuck Logan with the check. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and threw some cash down on the bar, enough to cover their check and then some.  He was angry, furious actually, and could only think of one thing as he yanked out his phone to type out a text.

I’ll be there in fifteen. You better not be wearing anything.

He stalked out of the bar and toward his car, replaying the conversation with his friends in his mind.  He knew that they would be upset but he thought that they would have understood.  They all knew he took care of his family, they had all met his parents.  He knew it wasn’t fair, he knew they deserved the chance as much as he did, but would any of them have turned it down? He smacked the radio button, turning up the music angrily as he pulled out of the bar parking lot.  He felt his pocket buzz and paused for a moment to read the screen, smiling when he saw her response and realizing instantly that his pants had become too tight.

The door’s unlocked.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Logan broke at least three or four traffic and speed laws in his rush to get to Gina’s house.  He ran up her front steps and swung her door open confidently, as if he had been there a million times.  Closing it behind him, he instantly started shedding clothes as he walked to the bedroom eager to see Gina.  He wanted to forget all about what happened tonight and he wanted to be with the woman who made him feel like a different person.  Being with Gina was a window into a life he had stopped living years ago.

He came to a complete halt when he reached the entry to her bedroom, caught off guard by the sight in front of him.  Gina was stretched out across the bed, laying on her stomach and facing away from him.  She was propped up on her elbows, reading a magazine and her one leg laying flat out behind her while the other was bent and dangling in the air above her. She was, as requested, entirely naked with only her jet black hair splayed across her back with hints of neon colors poking through.  

He dropped his shirt onto the bedroom floor beside him, making a small sound as the fabric hit the wooden floor.  Gina looked over her shoulder nonchalantly at him and smiled, knowing from the look on his face that he was enjoying the view of her backside. He grinned and immediately rushed across the room toward her.  She quickly flipped over onto her back, leaning on her elbows again to look at him, allowing herself to be on full display.

“Stop right there, mister!” She said firmly and a bit loudly. Logan froze in surprise and looked at her, confusion etched across his face.

“What’s wrong?”  He asked, his eyes still stuck on her naked breasts.  

“You can’t just burst in here and take what you want.  I’m not a booty call, Logan.” She smirked and tilted her head to the side.

“That would sound a lot more convincing if you weren’t completely nude right now.” He grinned back, purposefully pressing her buttons. She huffed and made a pouting face.  

“Should I get dressed then?” She asked, being mean.

“I didn’t say that.” He volleyed back.  

“You left before I woke up the other night and I haven’t heard from you since. How the hell do you think that made me feel?” Her eyes narrowed angrily. Logan tried to hold back a smile because she looked very cute when she was angry with her nose scrunched up and her cheeks flushed red. He did feel a pang of guilt sweep through him though, knowing he had been a jerk.

He stepped forward and climbed onto the bed swiftly, causing Gina to scurry backwards in an attempt to be out of his reach.  He was much faster than her and easily scooped her up and pinned her on the bed beneath him.  Their faces were inches apart and he saw a tear welling in her eye, which he thought for a second looked somewhat fake but then brushed that thought away.

“I thought about you so many times.” He spoke in a low, throaty whisper brushing his lips against her jaw and kissing her skin softly.

“Really?” She asked, a timid quiver in her voice as she squirmed beneath him, struggling to control the feelings he was causing to pulse through her body.

“Fuck yes.” He groaned into her ear as she pressed her hips up against his body, teasing him.

“I don’t know if I believe you.  I think I need some convincing.”  She said, a small smile on her face as she turned her head away from him dramatically.  

He growled at her stubbornness and bit down on her shoulder causing her to yelp. Then he lifted her with one hand behind her back and slid her up higher on the bed effortlessly, pushing her legs apart.  He pushed her leg up so her knee was bent and her thigh was against his cheek, then turned to kiss the sensitive skin and alternate between gentle biting and kissing.  

She squirmed and tried to pull out of his grasp because it was too much, she was sure her body was about to spontaneously combust. Her breath was ragged and her skin was instantly damp from the heat coursing through her veins at the feeling of his lips on her inner thigh, inching higher by the second.  Logan just grabbed her hips, firmly pushing them into the bed and removing any chance of her escaping him.  

“Stop moving and let me convince you.”  He ordered her in a husky and fierce tone.  She looked down at him and giggled, finally consenting as she dropped her head back down on the pillow, allowing him to convince her time and time again.  

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Fuck them.  You were the reason every person in that bar was on their feet cheering.  You, Logan.  Not your friends.  If they can’t be happy for you, then screw them.”  Gina spouted off, her head against Logan’s shoulder as they laid in bed together, his arm around her back.  He was looking at the ceiling after telling her about what had happened earlier that night, hoping that talking about it out loud would suddenly lead to an answer.

“I know, but it doesn’t mean that they aren’t happy for me.  It’s just that we have always been a band, I never really thought about going off on my own.  We have been together for years.”  Logan defended his friends, although he wasn’t sure why.

“No, not a chance.  They are just jealous assholes.  You were the star.  You have the talent and you carried the show.  My dad wants you and has since I first told him about you.” Gina sputtered angrily, sitting up and looking at him square in the face.

“Wait, what? Since you told him about me?  I sent our record into the label months ago.”  Logan looked at her in confusion. Gina looked sideways and then abruptly laid her head back down on Logan’s shoulder.  

“Uh, yeah.  I mean, sure, that’s how he heard about it but you know, I’ve heard you guys play at McGinny’s before.”  Gina quickly explained.

“Oh, okay.”  Logan still felt a bit confused but Gina had slid over him and leaned down to kiss him.  He loved the feeling of her soft lips on his and he grabbed her hips, pushing her down against him just where he wanted her.  She gasped and moaned into his mouth and then began to move with him as they forgot about everything else.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Do you have to leave?” Gina whined, pulling his arm in an attempt to get him back in bed with her as she sleepily looked up at him.  He grinned at her pouty expression and couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips.  Her hands instantly wrapped around his neck and she deepened their kiss, moaning into his mouth as the tip of her tongue ran across his lips.  

“I wish I could stay, but I have to go to work.” He said, muffled from their kissing, but then pulled himself away and grabbed his shirt off the ground.  He pulled it on over his head and looked back at her curled up in the sheets. One of her long legs was stretched out across the bed and the sheet barely covering her bosom.  

“Woman, you are making this so hard.”  He groaned as he stood in the doorway, contemplating skipping work at the sight of her even though he had already indulged himself more than once tonight.  

“Is that the only thing that’s hard?” She giggled and threw a pillow at him, he ducked and laughed.  

“Well, now I am definitely going.  You are trouble, woman.” Logan winked at her than headed to her front door, carefully locking it behind him with the key she had given him.  

He didn’t know why he had accepted it, it seemed like a huge step and yet he hadn’t even questioned it.  He wanted access to her anytime he chose, he couldn’t get enough of feeling her against him, being around her, even talking to her although they often had major discrepancies between their thinking.  None of that mattered to him though because Gina had awoken something in him that he forgot existed and it didn’t matter that this was their second night together.  She completed a piece of him that he hadn’t even realized he had lost.

Logan stayed lost in his thoughts the entire way to work, daydreaming about being with Gina.  He couldn’t even believe the things running through his mind, thinking about a future together with a woman he had just met four days ago. Not even just Gina, but his entire life had changed in the last four days.  He had a chance to become everything he had every dreamed of, to take care of his family, and to maybe find love on top of that.  Everything was finally falling into place. He couldn’t stop himself from bearing a dopey smile thinking about his life, as he walked into the warehouse office to punch his time card.

“You’re ten minutes late, Clay. What the hell?  Thought you were going to start showing up early like you did the other day.”  Joey barked at him from his usual spot behind the counter.  Sometimes Logan wondered if his butt was permanently glued to that chair.  

“I told you not to get used to it.”  He rolled his eyes at Joey and headed into the main part of the warehouse, ignoring his boss’s complaints.  
Don’t get used to me being here forever
, Logan thought to himself and smiled as he headed over to his station.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The days seemed to crawl by as Logan anxiously awaited his trip to New York.  He spent his days working, then he ate dinner with his family and practiced songs on his guitar for his mother, then he headed over to Gina’s and spent the night tangled up in the sheets with her. Whatever he had started feeling during the first few days he had known her, had only intensified since then. He loved spending time with his mother after dinner and never cut that short, but he couldn’t help himself from eagerly awaiting the moment when he could have his arms around Gina again.

There wasn’t much else to do with his time other than focus on New York and spend his down time with Gina.  His friends hadn’t answered his texts or spoken to him since the initial argument at the bar.  Logan had even gone to their regularly scheduled band practice normally in Charlie’s garage but when he arrived, the garage was closed and no one answered the door. So, almost a week and a half later on the day before he is planning to go to New York, Logan was shocked to walk out of work and see Dylan standing next to his car.  

“What are you doing here?” Dylan asked him when Logan was a few feet away.  He looked at Dylan in confusion since Dylan was the one leaning up against Logan’s car at Logan’s job.

“Uh, shouldn’t I be the one asking that? I work here.” Logan shot back, not trying to hide the irritation in his voice.  He was still angry at his best friends for bailing on him at the most exciting time in his life.  Logan shoved past Dylan and opened the drivers side door.  

“Logan, wait. I’m here to talk to you. I went to your house first earlier day and your dad said you were at work and you would be done about now, so here I am.”  Dylan explained, circling around his point instead of spitting it out.