Page 28 of Twisted Love

“Come here, Keily.” He ground out and pulled her up. He didn’t care if it dented the hood of his car, he wanted to look into the gray eyes he couldn’t forget while he fucked her. She obligingly hopped onto the hood and pulled him into her. “Fuck…”

It was a sigh of pleasure as he slid back into her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he really needed to stop fucking her without protection, and he never did when they were at her apartment, but then there were these unplanned moments that were risky, but so worth it.

“What’s your fantasy, Logan?” She looked up at him, that tease in her eyes again, gray and clear. “Fucking me on your car? Fucking me with an audience?”

She was closer to the truth than she knew, but he shook his head. “Just fucking you, Keily, that’s all I care about.”

“Good thing you get to do that whenever you want then, isn’t it?” She moved her hips in time with his, grasped at him until she had a grip on his biceps. She liked clenching things, him especially.

“It is, Keily, it definitely is.” He could only grunt now as sweat dripped down his back from his exertions in the heat. He wanted her to come again, but he was losing his grip on his control.

She did that to him, left him totally exposed, even if she didn’t know it. Wanting more of her, unable to walk away. That had been the plan, but he hadn’t counted on actually liking her, coming to admire her. He hadn’t counted on just how amazing Keily really was, once you got to know her.

And she hadn’t exactly had an easy life, although he’d assumed she had. Cheerleaders always smiled when he was in high school and he’d assumed that meant they were always happy. She’d told him that was an illusion and he’d believed her simply by the cold look on her face.

But now he didn’t care about any of that. Not when she pulled the top of her dress down to bare her breasts to him, not when she squeezed him, drawing him deeper inside her walls. All he could do was hold on as she took him for the ride of his life and hope that later, sometime much later, he could get back to his plan. Maybe.

15

Keily

“What have you decided?” Rosa asked, lying next to Keily on a sun lounger on a quiet Sunday afternoon. It was June, the sun was hot, and the pool was the only place either of the women wanted to be.

“About?” Keily hedged, hoping Rosa wasn’t asking about Logan.

“About your mom,” Rosa said bluntly, her sunglasses and wide-brimmed hat hiding her face.

“Oh, that.” The question about her mom wasn’t any easier than talking about Logan.

“Yes, that. So?” Rosa turned her head to look at Keily, but Keily had her own hat and sunglasses on.

“I haven’t decided anything yet.” Keily squinted to see her friend but even with the shade of the hat and her sunglasses, the sunlight directly behind Rosa glared down and hid the woman’s features.

“It’s a tough situation, my friend. I don’t know what I’d do either. No pressure, just wondering if you’d decided anything.” Rosa turned to the table to her left and picked up her bottle of water.

“I can’t believe everything she took. Stole from me, really. I didn’t know about most of it. I thought it was just the stuff I found in her drawer back when I was in high school, but it wasn’t. She even sold trips if the tickets weren’t issued in my name. That’s all I got, some of the money to buy the things I’d need for the pageants, dresses, makeup, that sort of thing, and the things that were issued in my name that were non-transferable. That’s it, after all those years.”

“And the scholarships.” Rose pointed out and for once, Keily smiled.

“Yeah, it’s a relief that I can use those. I wish I’d known about them before I split up with Joe.”

“What are you going to study?” Rosa asked and turned onto her stomach to tan her back.

Both women wore identical tiny black bikinis, barely clothing at all, because they’d both loved the style and ordered them online. Keily thought Rosa looked much better in hers, and for once, wasn’t jealous of another woman looking better than her. Rosa was her friend, a beautiful woman, and Keily could admit that without a qualm.

“Oh, I’ve already started classes. I’m focusing on a business degree. That should be fairly universal, shouldn’t it?” Keily turned over too, her head on her arm beneath her face.

“Should be. You were good at what you did when you worked with Logan and you’re a smart lady, I think you’d do great in the business world. And you already know how to make sure people understand you won’t take any prisoners, so you’ve got that going for you too.”

“Thanks.” Keily smiled, not sure it was a compliment, but since it came from Rosa, it must be.

“And what about you?” Keily asked to get the conversation away from her life and problems.

Violet still hadn’t returned any of her calls and texts, and she’d stopped trying while she was on that vacation with Logan. Maybe it was time to give up on repairing that relationship. She hadn’t spoken to her mom or dad, either, but didn’t really want to talk to them. Her dad went along with whatever her mom wanted, and her mom was basically a thief who’d stolen from her own daughter. Keily was still fuming about that and probably always would. How could you forgive something like that? Knowing her mom had used the money for drugs made it even worse.

“I’m good. Work is fine, although Logan’s still in dick-mode most of the time. He leaves me alone, at least. My family is good, and I’m having fun going out with this couple I met while you guys were on that dream island.” Rosa let that slip like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb in Keily’s lap.

Keily’s head whipped around and her mouth dropped open. She closed it before she spoke. “Wait, you mean going out, going out, or just going out?”