As much as I didn't want to be, I was worried sick about Logan...as much as I wanted to be able to turn a cold shoulder, I couldn't. As much as I wish I wasn't, I was in love with Logan and I had to know that he was okay.
I called James and of course, he didn't answer because he was the coach. I kicked myself for my stupidity and called Tristan.
"Hello?" the low, sexy voice crooned in my ear. His voice was like a sweet melody that I would never get tired of hearing.
"Tristan, it's Lauren," I said before kicking myself again. He knew who it was, my number was saved more than likely.
"I know. What's up, Sweetness?" he asked. I could tell he was smiling.
"I really hate to ask you this, but is Logan okay?" I asked as if the sentence was only a single word.
Silence.
"Yeah, I think so... he's sitting on the sidelines, right now. They have his knee all iced up, it's nothing major. He ran the football when he should have passed it off to Chance. I guess he was trying to make up for the shitty game he was having. But anyway, a lineman came and he tried to jump over him like he did the guy at Lakeston, but this guy was too fast for him and took his legs out from under him. He landed on his right knee. Your dad looked like his life flashed before his eyes when Logan hit the field, holding his knee. He'll be alright, Lauren... I promise," Tristan said in a voice that made my heart melt. Why did he have to be so damn perfect? Why did he have to tug so hard at my fucking heartstrings?
"Thank you so much, Tristan. I really hated to ask you about him but old habits die hard and the wound is still fresh," I explained apologetically.
"It's fine, I understand," he said dismissively. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to erase the feelings that still lingered in my heart for Logan so I could start over fresh with Tristan. Tristan was obviously the better choice... yeah, he was a jock, but he wasn't an asshole, selfish, possessive, cocky, spoiled, entitled or anything else that Logan was. Tristan was an all-round good guy.
"Alright then, Tristan. I didn't want to bother you or ruin the game for you or anything, I guess I'll let you go," I said, letting out a sigh of relief.
"You never have to worry about bothering me, call me whenever you want. I'll text you later, Babe," he said, I heard a whistle blow in the background.
"Okay, Tristan. Bye," I said, hanging up my phone. I blushed at the fact that he called me 'Babe'. Logan was the only person who had ever called me that and it felt almost naughty hearing it come from someone else...
I shut down all of the computers and checked to make sure everything was in order before clocking out. After setting the alarm and locking up, I walked out to my car. The cool, Fall air filled my lungs and washed over my body. I hated to admit it, but I was horny as hell. After getting used to daily 'sexcapades' with Logan, it was hard to go without it for more than a couple of days. I got into my car and started it. Soon, I was pulling up to my house. Mom was home, James wouldn't be for another few hours. I slowly walked up the stairs to my porch, allowing the movement to stroke my swollen clit. I needed something and I needed it fast.
When I got inside, I walked into the kitchen and got a bottle of water and a yogurt. After grabbing a spoon, I was up the stairs and in my bedroom in no time, opening my window. The cool, crisp air danced around the room, making my body feel hotter. I turned on my radio and started on my yogurt. 'Maybe I should just take a cold shower,' I thought, taking a bite and washing it down with water. My nipples hardened under my tee shirt. I took off my sandals and my leggings... instantly the breeze reached my hot clit. I groaned under my breath as I turned my light off and took off my clothes. Something about being naked with my window wide open made me feel like an exhibitionist, it was different and I loved it.
I laid on my cool bed and spread my legs. I let my hand hover over my wet pussy and felt the heat radiating. I felt goosebumps form on my skin from the next breeze, moaning I teased my clit. I closed my eyes and pictured a pale hand touching me instead of my own. I saw him: beautiful, shaggy blond hair and haunting, ice blue eyes. The look in his eyes took my breath away. His eyes remained locked with mine as he dipped his head down to my pussy, he stuck his tongue out and expertly licked my pussy eliciting a shiver that ran down my spine.
