t imagine how overwhelming and confusing it must be to not remember the important people in your life. But if he kept this up, Logan would just be encouraging Kristina and making her think she had a chance. I couldn’t let that happen.
Logan’s jaw was tense. “I guess you’ll just have to deal with the Logan in front of you now.” His tone was acerbic. “I apologize that I’m not the version you want.”
“You guys,” Mack interjected, his hands raised as if he could physically stop us from bickering. “It’s ridiculous that you’re arguing about this.” He turned to Logan. “We’ve been friends since law school. You might not remember who the hell I am, but we spent a lot of time together, both during law school and when you lived in L.A. I know for a fact that you would have never proposed to Kristina. Not when you were with Madison.” He glanced at me before continuing. “As long as I’ve known you, you’ve been determined about one thing. To be with Madison. You waited years to be with her. You tried just being friends with her, convincing yourself that sooner or later she’d give you another chance. If the Logan I knew could hear you now, he’d shake you and tell you to send Kristina home.”
Logan’s expression was tense. “For the last time, I said I don’t believe that Kristina and I are engaged. But you can’t just expect me to tell someone, who you both admit I used to care about, to fuck off. Not when I don’t know what the hell is going on and who’s telling the truth.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shot up from the couch, enraged by his words. “I didn’t realize you thought I was a liar. Why don’t you ride off into the fucking sunset with Kristina if you’re so concerned about her feelings. I don’t even know why I’m here. Obviously you can’t trust me.”
I stalked off to gather up my things to leave, but before I could take more than a couple of steps, Logan grabbed my arm. “I didn’t mean that I think you’re lying. I just don’t want to make any rash decisions.”
“About who to be with?” I tried to pull my arm out of his grasp, but his hold was iron-clad. “Why don’t I make it easy for you and leave?”
“Maddie, stop!” Logan expression was thunderous. “You should know I don’t want to be with anyone but you. Even without my fucking memory, I know that.”
“Then act like it!” I screamed. I knew I was out of control, but I couldn’t believe Logan was taking Kristina’s feelings into consideration. She was scheming to tear us apart, yet he was concerned about hurting her feelings.
I had forgotten about Mack’s presence until he stood up, looking supremely uncomfortable. “I think I should leave. This is between you guys.”
Logan turned to him, his eyes like daggers. “I think that’s a good idea. And don’t ever put your hands on Maddie again. Next time I won’t be so forgiving.”
“Are you kidding me?” Mack looked stunned. His expression then turned disgusted. “I’m out of here. Let me know when you have your head screwed on straight.”
Mack stormed out of the apartment looking pissed without even a glance in my direction. I turned to Logan, furious by his attitude.
“You have the gall to be upset at Mack for putting an innocent hand on my arm when he was telling me about his grandmother, yet you’ve got Kristina, the woman who’s trying to break us up, on the backburner.”
“I saw the way he was looking at you,” he hissed, his eyes burning with anger. “There was nothing innocent about that.”
I laughed harshly, feeling like I must be in some kind of nightmare. “I think you lost more than your memory in that accident. You lost your damned mind. I’m leaving.”
I finally managed to pull my hand out of his grasp and whirled around to grab my bag and leave. My breath was knocked out of me when Logan snaked his arm around my waist and abruptly pulled me back, making me fall against his chest. His breath was warm against my ear as he leaned down. His voice was soft but I heard the steel underneath it.
“You’re not leaving.”
I scoffed at him, although I was having a hard time concentrating because of his hands on my body.
“Remember, you can only tell me what to do during sex,” I sneered at him. “Otherwise, all bets are off.”
Logan didn’t miss a beat and moved his hands to my jeans, undoing them and shoving his hand down my panties with no warning.
I gasped when I felt his fingers pushing into me, his thumb flicking my clit. A sudden rush of wetness eased his entry and he started rhythmically fucking me with his fingers.
“Logan,” I said in a strangled voice. My hands gripped his arms to hang on, and he immediately supported my weight when my knees buckled. “This isn’t what I meant.”
“You said I can only order you around during sex,” he rasped next to my ear. “What better way to end an argument.”
I could feel him getting hard behind me, and it just made me even more aroused. I knew this wasn’t the answer, and I was still angry about Kristina, but my mind couldn’t seem to grasp anything but the pure pleasure his fingers were inducing in me.
Moans escaped me and I bucked my hips, urging his fingers on. I could hear how slick his fingers were with my arousal and it just turned me on even more. His thumb on my engorged clit was almost too much to bear, the sensation so overwhelming that it was almost painful.
“Are you still planning on leaving?” Logan asked in a low tone as his fingers continued their assault. My head was moving from side to side as pressure mounted in my core.
“No,” I sobbed. “Please. Don’t stop.”
“I’m the one who gives the orders, not you,” he growled. I wanted to cry in protest when I felt his fingers slip out of me, but before I knew what was happening, Logan turned me around and pushed my back against the wall. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
Before I could respond, he slid off my jeans and panties in one smooth motion. I heard him undoing the buckle of his belt, and before my mind could process what was happening, he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, plunging up deep inside me in one brutal thrust. I keened loudly in pleasure and gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he thrust into me again and again. There was no tenderness in the way he was fucking me, and I welcomed the harsh treatment that blotted everything else from my mind. I reveled in my back slamming against the wall with each hard stroke.