Could This Be Happening? Part 15
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 15
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
A/N2: This chapter is dedicated to Andressa. She knows why…
Part 15
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[During 3.11 Poughkeepsie, Tramps and Thieves]
[First week of February 2007: 17 weeks pregnant]
Logan and Veronica get up from their quick meal at the Hearst food court and begin walking to their next classes. Logan pulls the school newspaper out from his books. “Have you seen the Lampoon yet?” He hands his wife his copy of the Lampoon.
“Unh-unh.” She reads the front page’s headlines and flips to the continued articles on the interior pages.
Logan holds the door for Veronica. Her nose buried in the newspaper. She amuses herself with the article titled ‘Egg-ed’. They stroll down the sidewalk through the quad.
“Oh, hey…” Logan remembers. “…when I went surfing with Dick, he mentioned that Madison hooked up with Enbom in Aspen this winter.”
Veronica responds without looking away from her newspaper. “Ah, the rumor mill churns again.”
“Apparently, it happened the night Dick was in L.A. getting fitted for his tux and everyone else was already in Aspen. Luke told him at the reception.”
“He didn’t kill Enbom right there on the dance floor?” She glances up from her paper to look at Logan’s face.
“Enbom left by then and Dick proceeded to drown his sorrows.”
“Huh.” Veronica grunts in understanding. She holds the newspaper in Logan’s direction so he can see the article and accompanying map of egg targets on campus. “Weevil told my dad that the Dean’s office was egged that night. It doesn’t mention the dean’s window in this article.”
They approach an exterior stairway as another student runs to catch up with the couple.
“Veronica.”
Veronica pauses to wait for Max, the student that sold Wallace the study guide and answer key to his Engineering exam.
“Sir Cheats-a-lot.” She motions to Logan. “Max, this is my husband, Logan.” Max’s eyes grow wide when Veronica says the word husband. “Logan meet Max. He sells ‘study guides’ to every class on campus if you’re feeling dishonest.” She makes air quotes with her fingers.
“I think my cheating days are over, thanks, but how’s business?” Logan asks quietly walking a step behind Veronica and Max.
“Booming. It’s like no one here wants to do his own work. I’ve actually brought in employees.”
Logan pipes in. “Question. Does your team provide study guides for ethics exams?” He ponders the question himself. Veronica smiles at Logan’s question.
“Everyday. Yeah, the irony has kind of faded over time. So, my own question: Is it true you’re like a junior private investigator? Because if it’s true, A: that’s really cool, and B: I-I’ve got a case for you.”
“She’s taking a leave of absence from dangerous cases.” Logan says before Veronica can answer.
Veronica justifies her break from her work. “I’m pregnant so I’m not taking on too much right now but…” She tilts her head to ease into her next statement. “…tell me about your case and maybe I can look into it.” Logan shoots her an evil eye.
The trio continues to talk as Max and Logan make themselves a coffee at an outdoor coffee stand. Logan orders Veronica a fruit smoothie.
“Here’s the deal. The woman I love is getting married next week. I have no idea where or to who. I don’t know her address, her phone number. I don’t even know her last name.”
Logan pays for their drinks while Veronica looks at Max curiously. They resume walking to their classes and Max continues. “If you don’t find her, I’m taking a bath with my blow dryer”
“So we’re straight, this girl you love, you don’t know where she lives, who’s she’s marrying or, if I understand correctly, her name.” Veronica shakes her head and Logan smirks. He remains quiet, judging whether this case is too dangerous for Veronica to do with his help or if it should be passed on to Keith.
“I know her first name.”
“A triumph.” Veronica snarks.
“And she’s from Poughkeepsie. She mentioned that.”
“How do I put this delicately? Does she know who you are?”
“Yes. We met at this convention thing. We got to talking. We hit it off. We ended up staying up all night in my hotel room talking about, you know, life, the big picture. We connected on some higher plane. Last names, at that point, seemed trivial.”
Logan interrupts. “As interesting as this is and all, this is me.” He shifts his head to point at the door next to them. Logan leans down kissing Veronica forcefully on the lips as his hand rests on her swollen belly. “We’ll talk about this case more later.” He whispers giving her a pointed look then kisses her again quickly and heads into his classroom. Veronica and Max continue their conversation down the walkway to their desired destination.
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“Hi honey, I’m home.” Veronica bellows through the Suite. Logan is sitting at the table on the balcony reading. Veronica joins him outside. She bends to kiss his lips while he moves his book to the table and pulls her onto his lap. She giggles and makes herself comfortable.
“Hi yourself.” He breathes beginning an assault on her neck and collarbone.
She stretches her neck to encourage him further and notices the book he was reading. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting? Babe, you’re expecting? When’s your due date?” She jokes in a high-pitched voice.
He moves his mouth from her neck. “That’s for you. I was just looking through it. It’s pretty interesting. All the things that are going on in your body right now.”
“It’s pretty amazing.” She smiles warmly at her husband. “Our baby is growing so fast. She or he is going to be here before we know it? Does this book of yours say when we can find out if it’s a boy or girl?” His hands caress her baby bump, which is quite visible when Veronica wears certain clothes.
“I think it said around twenty weeks. What did your doctor say when you saw her at last month’s appointment?” He pushes her hair off her forehead.
“The same, twenty weeks. I should make an appointment in two weeks then.” She looks into his eyes seeing the love and joy present just talking about the baby.
“Do you want to know the sex?” He kisses her forehead gently.
“Yeah. Do you?” She kisses his lips delicately.
“Yeah. I do.” He smiles thinking about the baby. “I would love to have a little girl. A cute little blonde girl that will wrap me around her finger and I can spoil rotten. I know you’re supposed to say ‘it doesn’t matter as long as they’re healthy’ but I really want a girl.” He thinks for a minute. “On second thought, no, I want a boy. Girls can get into lots of trouble.” He raises a single eyebrow at Veronica. “Speaking of trouble… I’m not happy with you taking this case but it seems tame. What time are our hookers coming?” He smirks.
“How ‘bout you worry about me coming right now?” She purrs in his ear and grinds down on his lap.
“Why am I only finding out now that hookers get you all hot and bothered?” Logan says with mock astonishment.
A few minutes later, Veronica is completely naked straddling Logan on the surprisingly sturdy hotel-provided outdoor chair with her legs on either side of Logan’s supporting all of her weight. Logan’s pants and boxers are pulled low and his shirt is on the ground in the pile of discarded clothing.
The chair they are screwing on is sitting in the middle of the balcony next to the glass outdoor table. Logan is facing the city’s skyline and can see the sunlight through strands of Veronica’s hair. The Neptune Grand’s balconies are staggered with tall cement railings lined with potted plants ensuring privacy. The balcony door is standing open and the interior curtains are blowing in the late afternoon breeze.
Logan is gripping her waist guiding her movements and pace as she bobs up and down on his rock hard shaft. His tongue twirls around her right nipple and moves to her other protruding nipple and sucks it into his mouth, gently biting down. Her head tilts back with her eyes closed as she moans with pleasure. He backs away from her chest as his eyes follow the rhythmic bounce of her boobs hypnotically while he concentrates on bringing his wife to orgasm. She is getting close to coming and brings her head forward looking in Logan’s eyes making their connection even more intimate. Suddenly, over Logan’s head she sees the door to the Presidential Suite open slowly.
“Oh my God.” Veronica stops mid-thrust and pulls her limbs close instinctively covering her bare body the best she can while Logan is still firmly embedded deep inside her warm canal. She scrunches her head behind Logan’s broad chest and head hiding from the intruder.
Logan’s trance is abruptly broken. He moves his head from side to side trying to see the cause of his wife’s reaction peripherally. “What? What happened?”
“Don’t move. I think Dick is home.” She whispers attempting to make herself as small as possible. He wraps his arms around her protectively trying not to draw attention to the balcony.
Dick’s key card wasn’t working correctly in the door’s lock. His head is leaning on the door keeping it open about six inches as he inspects the lock. What the fuck? He thinks as he jams the card in and out a few times. “Whatever.” He finally gives up his investigation. He walks into the Suite and immediately retreats to his room never looking up from his keycard in his hand or noticing the couple on the balcony in a compromising position.
Only after Dick’s door shuts does Logan relax and Veronica exhales, “I can’t wait until we’re in our own house.”
“Now, where were we?” Logan chuckles and begins moving his hips again.
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“What did men do to find a hooker before the internet?” Veronica asks Logan as they walk into the Suite.
“You’re asking me? I don’t know. The internet has been around longer than I’ve been alive, Honey.”
She hands him a hamburger from the to-go bag in her hand. “Isn’t that sort of thing in the guy’s handbook?” She takes a bite of her hamburger and sits on the sofa.
“Hey, should we have gotten more for the hookers?” Logan wonders as he joins Veronica on the couch.
“You got hookers and didn’t tell me?” Dick says as the makes himself comfortable on the sofa next to Veronica and digs in the fast food bag for his sandwich.
“As I understand it, they prefer the term ‘escorts’.” Veronica responds.
“I can’t believe you’re in to that Ronnie.” Dick leers at Veronica. “Damn it. I’m going to miss a fucking orgy right here in my own living room because I have a God damn exam.”
“Eew.” Veronica scrunches up her nose in disgust and moves a few inches closer to Logan.
“Dude, stop thinking about my wife like that and you’re not missing anything. It’s for a case.” Logan finishes his hamburger. “They’re going to be in and out.”
“I’ll give ‘em in and out.” Dick rudely gyrates his hips then gets up from the sofa, grabs his book and notebook and moves to the door. “Oh, hey, watch your keycard. Mine wasn’t working earlier.” He smiles obnoxiously. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Have fun.” Dick sings as he leaves for his class.
Logan and Veronica share a look and start to laugh realizing Dick was oblivious to their earlier sexcapades.
Logan throws his balled up hamburger paper in a perfect arc into the to-go bag sitting on the coffee table. “Wohoo. Two points.” He cheers as he stretches his legs out, crosses his feet and lays his arms wide on the back of the sofa. “I guess we know why he didn’t storm right in the Suite before. Thank God.”
The room is silent for a moment.
“So, have you… ever been with one?” Veronica chews her sandwich.
“An escort?”
“Yeah.”
“Do we really want to go there?”
“I guess we don’t have to now.” She huffs and puts her trash in the fast food bag on the table.
“Come on, that wasn’t me answering the question.”
She turns toward her husband folding one leg in front of her body on the sofa.
Logan laughs. “No, it wasn’t. That was me knowing there’s a land mine and trying to figure out where to put my foot.”
“Well, I guess you picked your spot. Look…” She moves closer to him. “…why not dispel any romantic notions? If we see each other, warts and all, and still like each other, that’s a real connection.”
Logan turns to face Veronica mirroring her sitting position. “Honey, we’re married and you’re expecting our first child. I think we have a connection.” He exhales loudly. “Maybe I enjoy my romantic notions. Maybe I don’t care to see any warts, you know, yours or mine.”
She smiles.
“Now you see, you’re smiling, all right, so I think it’s all fun and safe, but it’s a slippery slope from ‘Have you ever been?’ to ‘How many times?’ and ‘How often?’
“So you’ve been with multiple hookers on several occasions.” She smiles innocently.
“I’m not having this conversation with you.” He resumes his stretched out position again and rests his hands on top of his head waiting for Veronica’s next land mine question.
The doorbell buzzes loudly in the silent hotel suite.
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Veronica and Logan watch in amazement while Max and his escort girlfriend, Wendy, making out heavily on the other end of the sofa. If they start shedding garments, that’s it, I’m kicking them out. Veronica thinks.
There’s a knock at the door.
“Three to one, Dick’s keycard got demagnetized again.” Veronica wagers.
“Hmm.”
“Takers?” Veronica asks the three other people in the room. Max and Wendy are too busy getting to second base to answer.
Logan takes the bag of popcorn from her lap so she can answer the door. She opens the door wide and stares right into Madison Sinclair’s eyes with disdain. Madison returns the expression.
“Madison.”
“Oh, it’s you. So, are you and Logan, like, dating again, or are you the hotel staff?” Madison pushes past Veronica and struts into the room uninvited.
Veronica laughs dramatically.
Madison scans the room and grimaces with disgust at Max and Wendy’s PDA on the end of the sofa. She shifts her hips sexily and smiles at Logan. “Hey, Logan.” She purrs.
Veronica rolls her eyes from the entranceway. “Dick’s not here.” Logan ignores Madison’s greeting and throws another piece of popcorn in his mouth watching what is sure to be a good show. Too bad Dick is missing this. Logan thinks, finding amusement in the idea of a catfight that includes his wife and her archenemy. I’ll have to get my camera phone out if they start tearing off each other’s shirts. Veronica would kill me but it would be worth it to see Dick’s face when he got that email. He chuckles to himself. Ronnie could take her.
“So, Logan, you want some company tonight?” Madison says seductively stepping closer to Logan almost straddling his legs.
“Look, you fucking whore, Logan and I are married!” Veronica stomps over to Madison. Veronica stands right behind Madison waiting for the bottle blonde to make her next move toward her husband.
Logan throws another piece of popcorn in his mouth and nods silently agreeing with Veronica keeping his distance from Madison’s advances.
Max and Wendy break apart when they hear Veronica’s raised voice. They freeze in their positions on the sofa hoping to blend into their surroundings and watch the conflict wide eyed.
Madison eye fucks Logan and challenges him to accept her offer. She ignores Veronica completely.
Veronica has had enough. Madison is not going to come into my hotel suite, proposition my husband in front of me, and get away with it. “I. SAID. WE’RE. MARRIED!” Veronica says forcefully through clenched teeth as she grabs Madison’s shoulder, forcing her enemy to acknowledge her.
Logan puts the popcorn down on the sofa cushion next to him preparing himself for the brewing battle.
Madison shrugs Veronica’s hand off her shoulder and slithers closer to Logan again. “What happened Logan?” She places her hands on Logan’s knees, giving him an uncensored braless view down her shirt, displaying her overly plump implants. “Did she trap you?” Her left hand slides up his thigh as she talks.
Logan sinks into the leather sofa and grabs Madison’s wrist, stopping her sleazy efforts.
“Trick you in to marrying her. That’s the only reason you would marry this dirty gold-digging ten-dollar skank.” Madison leans in further and whispers loudly in his ear tilting her head to smirk, baiting Veronica. “I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have. She’s just like her moth--…”
Before the word ‘mother’ is out of Madison’s mouth Veronica grabs a handful of badly colored hair with her left hand, ripping Madison out of Logan’s personal space and plants a bone crushing punch to Madison’s sculptured nose with her right hand. Madison loses her balance and fumbles to the ground ungracefully landing at Logan’s feet. Veronica stands over her glaring down with heated hatred. In one swift move, Veronica grips another handful of hair placing Madison’s face perfectly before hitting her squarely in the jaw and again on her left cheekbone.
Logan leaps out of his seat, pushes Veronica back from Madison a few steps and hugs his wife tightly dodging her determined fists.
“LET ME GO LOGAN!” She screams trying to muscle her way out of Logan’s hold.
“NO! Calm down V! She’s down. Let it go.” Logan attempts to soothe her outrage and manages to hold her back from her enemy.
Veronica stops her attempts at escape and looks up at Logan’s face. “Did you hear what she said?” She says at a normal voice through her clenched teeth and motions to the Logan-size indent in the sofa. “She was trying to FUCK YOU right there on OUR SOFA.” Veronica exhales loudly attempting to calm her fury.
Madison is defenselessly slumped on the floor bleeding from her broken nose, her split lip and a cut near her left eye.
Logan looks down at his furious spitfire of a wife softly. He turns her face with his hands, brushes the pads of his thumbs over her cheeks and forces her attention to his loving eyes. “Bobcat, try is the key word. You are my wife. She can try all she wants but you’re the one that shares my bed. No one else will ever come between you and I. Ever!”
His gaze calms Veronica as she concentrates on every word Logan utters. She exhales again still locking eyes with her husband.
When Logan is satisfied that Veronica is calm, he kisses her forehead and releases her form from his embrace.
Madison is touching her nose judging the damage carefully.
Dick enters the Suite and stops in his tracks when he sees the beaten, bloody mess named Madison at the base of the sofa. Logan and Veronica look toward him ready to defend their actions and explain what led to his ex-girlfriend’s current state.
If the amount of pain and blood is any indication, then Madison will need another rhinoplasty to correct the break. She looks at her bloody fingers with disgust and looks up at Veronica. “You fuckin’ cunt! You broke my nose!” She says loudly.
Veronica’s blood boils instantly reacting to Madison’s taunt. She steps forward and launches her boot-clad foot directly at the right side of Madison’s abdomen, connecting solidly with a thud.
Logan reaches for Veronica’s arm trying to pull her off Madison once again. Dick also jumps to restrain Veronica. It took both Logan and Dick to get Veronica back under control.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, MADISON!” Dick yells.
Dick finally throws his arms around the petite blonde’s waist and physically lifts her off the ground, removing her to her bedroom and away from the situation.
“YOU FUCKING TRAMP!” Veronica yells as she tries to squirm out of Dick’s hold. “IF I EVER SEE YOU AG---…” The bedroom door slams shut.
“OUT! NOW! Before I call security and have you arrested!” Logan roars. “Don’t ever come near me or my wife again!” Logan’s voice is cold as ice. Logan turns his back to her with repulsion.
Madison huffs as she stumbles to pick herself off the floor and limps to the door. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.” She mumbles.
“Oh and Madison…” Logan bitterly states only slightly turning his head toward the trampy ‘09er. “…You’re the dirty gold-digging ten-dollar skank. And for the record, I would never touch you even if you paid me.”
Logan takes a deep breath when he hears the Suite door shut with a loud bang. “Well, that was fun.” He says softly, shaking his head remembering Max and Wendy are sitting on the sofa.
“Friend of yours?” Max asks innocently breaking the tension in the room. Logan laughs incredulously and walks to his bedroom to seek out his wife.
Part 16
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
A/N2: This chapter is dedicated to Andressa. She knows why…
Part 15
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[During 3.11 Poughkeepsie, Tramps and Thieves]
[First week of February 2007: 17 weeks pregnant]
Logan and Veronica get up from their quick meal at the Hearst food court and begin walking to their next classes. Logan pulls the school newspaper out from his books. “Have you seen the Lampoon yet?” He hands his wife his copy of the Lampoon.
“Unh-unh.” She reads the front page’s headlines and flips to the continued articles on the interior pages.
Logan holds the door for Veronica. Her nose buried in the newspaper. She amuses herself with the article titled ‘Egg-ed’. They stroll down the sidewalk through the quad.
“Oh, hey…” Logan remembers. “…when I went surfing with Dick, he mentioned that Madison hooked up with Enbom in Aspen this winter.”
Veronica responds without looking away from her newspaper. “Ah, the rumor mill churns again.”
“Apparently, it happened the night Dick was in L.A. getting fitted for his tux and everyone else was already in Aspen. Luke told him at the reception.”
“He didn’t kill Enbom right there on the dance floor?” She glances up from her paper to look at Logan’s face.
“Enbom left by then and Dick proceeded to drown his sorrows.”
“Huh.” Veronica grunts in understanding. She holds the newspaper in Logan’s direction so he can see the article and accompanying map of egg targets on campus. “Weevil told my dad that the Dean’s office was egged that night. It doesn’t mention the dean’s window in this article.”
They approach an exterior stairway as another student runs to catch up with the couple.
“Veronica.”
Veronica pauses to wait for Max, the student that sold Wallace the study guide and answer key to his Engineering exam.
“Sir Cheats-a-lot.” She motions to Logan. “Max, this is my husband, Logan.” Max’s eyes grow wide when Veronica says the word husband. “Logan meet Max. He sells ‘study guides’ to every class on campus if you’re feeling dishonest.” She makes air quotes with her fingers.
“I think my cheating days are over, thanks, but how’s business?” Logan asks quietly walking a step behind Veronica and Max.
“Booming. It’s like no one here wants to do his own work. I’ve actually brought in employees.”
Logan pipes in. “Question. Does your team provide study guides for ethics exams?” He ponders the question himself. Veronica smiles at Logan’s question.
“Everyday. Yeah, the irony has kind of faded over time. So, my own question: Is it true you’re like a junior private investigator? Because if it’s true, A: that’s really cool, and B: I-I’ve got a case for you.”
“She’s taking a leave of absence from dangerous cases.” Logan says before Veronica can answer.
Veronica justifies her break from her work. “I’m pregnant so I’m not taking on too much right now but…” She tilts her head to ease into her next statement. “…tell me about your case and maybe I can look into it.” Logan shoots her an evil eye.
The trio continues to talk as Max and Logan make themselves a coffee at an outdoor coffee stand. Logan orders Veronica a fruit smoothie.
“Here’s the deal. The woman I love is getting married next week. I have no idea where or to who. I don’t know her address, her phone number. I don’t even know her last name.”
Logan pays for their drinks while Veronica looks at Max curiously. They resume walking to their classes and Max continues. “If you don’t find her, I’m taking a bath with my blow dryer”
“So we’re straight, this girl you love, you don’t know where she lives, who’s she’s marrying or, if I understand correctly, her name.” Veronica shakes her head and Logan smirks. He remains quiet, judging whether this case is too dangerous for Veronica to do with his help or if it should be passed on to Keith.
“I know her first name.”
“A triumph.” Veronica snarks.
“And she’s from Poughkeepsie. She mentioned that.”
“How do I put this delicately? Does she know who you are?”
“Yes. We met at this convention thing. We got to talking. We hit it off. We ended up staying up all night in my hotel room talking about, you know, life, the big picture. We connected on some higher plane. Last names, at that point, seemed trivial.”
Logan interrupts. “As interesting as this is and all, this is me.” He shifts his head to point at the door next to them. Logan leans down kissing Veronica forcefully on the lips as his hand rests on her swollen belly. “We’ll talk about this case more later.” He whispers giving her a pointed look then kisses her again quickly and heads into his classroom. Veronica and Max continue their conversation down the walkway to their desired destination.
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“Hi honey, I’m home.” Veronica bellows through the Suite. Logan is sitting at the table on the balcony reading. Veronica joins him outside. She bends to kiss his lips while he moves his book to the table and pulls her onto his lap. She giggles and makes herself comfortable.
“Hi yourself.” He breathes beginning an assault on her neck and collarbone.
She stretches her neck to encourage him further and notices the book he was reading. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting? Babe, you’re expecting? When’s your due date?” She jokes in a high-pitched voice.
He moves his mouth from her neck. “That’s for you. I was just looking through it. It’s pretty interesting. All the things that are going on in your body right now.”
“It’s pretty amazing.” She smiles warmly at her husband. “Our baby is growing so fast. She or he is going to be here before we know it? Does this book of yours say when we can find out if it’s a boy or girl?” His hands caress her baby bump, which is quite visible when Veronica wears certain clothes.
“I think it said around twenty weeks. What did your doctor say when you saw her at last month’s appointment?” He pushes her hair off her forehead.
“The same, twenty weeks. I should make an appointment in two weeks then.” She looks into his eyes seeing the love and joy present just talking about the baby.
“Do you want to know the sex?” He kisses her forehead gently.
“Yeah. Do you?” She kisses his lips delicately.
“Yeah. I do.” He smiles thinking about the baby. “I would love to have a little girl. A cute little blonde girl that will wrap me around her finger and I can spoil rotten. I know you’re supposed to say ‘it doesn’t matter as long as they’re healthy’ but I really want a girl.” He thinks for a minute. “On second thought, no, I want a boy. Girls can get into lots of trouble.” He raises a single eyebrow at Veronica. “Speaking of trouble… I’m not happy with you taking this case but it seems tame. What time are our hookers coming?” He smirks.
“How ‘bout you worry about me coming right now?” She purrs in his ear and grinds down on his lap.
“Why am I only finding out now that hookers get you all hot and bothered?” Logan says with mock astonishment.
A few minutes later, Veronica is completely naked straddling Logan on the surprisingly sturdy hotel-provided outdoor chair with her legs on either side of Logan’s supporting all of her weight. Logan’s pants and boxers are pulled low and his shirt is on the ground in the pile of discarded clothing.
The chair they are screwing on is sitting in the middle of the balcony next to the glass outdoor table. Logan is facing the city’s skyline and can see the sunlight through strands of Veronica’s hair. The Neptune Grand’s balconies are staggered with tall cement railings lined with potted plants ensuring privacy. The balcony door is standing open and the interior curtains are blowing in the late afternoon breeze.
Logan is gripping her waist guiding her movements and pace as she bobs up and down on his rock hard shaft. His tongue twirls around her right nipple and moves to her other protruding nipple and sucks it into his mouth, gently biting down. Her head tilts back with her eyes closed as she moans with pleasure. He backs away from her chest as his eyes follow the rhythmic bounce of her boobs hypnotically while he concentrates on bringing his wife to orgasm. She is getting close to coming and brings her head forward looking in Logan’s eyes making their connection even more intimate. Suddenly, over Logan’s head she sees the door to the Presidential Suite open slowly.
“Oh my God.” Veronica stops mid-thrust and pulls her limbs close instinctively covering her bare body the best she can while Logan is still firmly embedded deep inside her warm canal. She scrunches her head behind Logan’s broad chest and head hiding from the intruder.
Logan’s trance is abruptly broken. He moves his head from side to side trying to see the cause of his wife’s reaction peripherally. “What? What happened?”
“Don’t move. I think Dick is home.” She whispers attempting to make herself as small as possible. He wraps his arms around her protectively trying not to draw attention to the balcony.
Dick’s key card wasn’t working correctly in the door’s lock. His head is leaning on the door keeping it open about six inches as he inspects the lock. What the fuck? He thinks as he jams the card in and out a few times. “Whatever.” He finally gives up his investigation. He walks into the Suite and immediately retreats to his room never looking up from his keycard in his hand or noticing the couple on the balcony in a compromising position.
Only after Dick’s door shuts does Logan relax and Veronica exhales, “I can’t wait until we’re in our own house.”
“Now, where were we?” Logan chuckles and begins moving his hips again.
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“What did men do to find a hooker before the internet?” Veronica asks Logan as they walk into the Suite.
“You’re asking me? I don’t know. The internet has been around longer than I’ve been alive, Honey.”
She hands him a hamburger from the to-go bag in her hand. “Isn’t that sort of thing in the guy’s handbook?” She takes a bite of her hamburger and sits on the sofa.
“Hey, should we have gotten more for the hookers?” Logan wonders as he joins Veronica on the couch.
“You got hookers and didn’t tell me?” Dick says as the makes himself comfortable on the sofa next to Veronica and digs in the fast food bag for his sandwich.
“As I understand it, they prefer the term ‘escorts’.” Veronica responds.
“I can’t believe you’re in to that Ronnie.” Dick leers at Veronica. “Damn it. I’m going to miss a fucking orgy right here in my own living room because I have a God damn exam.”
“Eew.” Veronica scrunches up her nose in disgust and moves a few inches closer to Logan.
“Dude, stop thinking about my wife like that and you’re not missing anything. It’s for a case.” Logan finishes his hamburger. “They’re going to be in and out.”
“I’ll give ‘em in and out.” Dick rudely gyrates his hips then gets up from the sofa, grabs his book and notebook and moves to the door. “Oh, hey, watch your keycard. Mine wasn’t working earlier.” He smiles obnoxiously. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Have fun.” Dick sings as he leaves for his class.
Logan and Veronica share a look and start to laugh realizing Dick was oblivious to their earlier sexcapades.
Logan throws his balled up hamburger paper in a perfect arc into the to-go bag sitting on the coffee table. “Wohoo. Two points.” He cheers as he stretches his legs out, crosses his feet and lays his arms wide on the back of the sofa. “I guess we know why he didn’t storm right in the Suite before. Thank God.”
The room is silent for a moment.
“So, have you… ever been with one?” Veronica chews her sandwich.
“An escort?”
“Yeah.”
“Do we really want to go there?”
“I guess we don’t have to now.” She huffs and puts her trash in the fast food bag on the table.
“Come on, that wasn’t me answering the question.”
She turns toward her husband folding one leg in front of her body on the sofa.
Logan laughs. “No, it wasn’t. That was me knowing there’s a land mine and trying to figure out where to put my foot.”
“Well, I guess you picked your spot. Look…” She moves closer to him. “…why not dispel any romantic notions? If we see each other, warts and all, and still like each other, that’s a real connection.”
Logan turns to face Veronica mirroring her sitting position. “Honey, we’re married and you’re expecting our first child. I think we have a connection.” He exhales loudly. “Maybe I enjoy my romantic notions. Maybe I don’t care to see any warts, you know, yours or mine.”
She smiles.
“Now you see, you’re smiling, all right, so I think it’s all fun and safe, but it’s a slippery slope from ‘Have you ever been?’ to ‘How many times?’ and ‘How often?’
“So you’ve been with multiple hookers on several occasions.” She smiles innocently.
“I’m not having this conversation with you.” He resumes his stretched out position again and rests his hands on top of his head waiting for Veronica’s next land mine question.
The doorbell buzzes loudly in the silent hotel suite.
VMVMVMVM
Veronica and Logan watch in amazement while Max and his escort girlfriend, Wendy, making out heavily on the other end of the sofa. If they start shedding garments, that’s it, I’m kicking them out. Veronica thinks.
There’s a knock at the door.
“Three to one, Dick’s keycard got demagnetized again.” Veronica wagers.
“Hmm.”
“Takers?” Veronica asks the three other people in the room. Max and Wendy are too busy getting to second base to answer.
Logan takes the bag of popcorn from her lap so she can answer the door. She opens the door wide and stares right into Madison Sinclair’s eyes with disdain. Madison returns the expression.
“Madison.”
“Oh, it’s you. So, are you and Logan, like, dating again, or are you the hotel staff?” Madison pushes past Veronica and struts into the room uninvited.
Veronica laughs dramatically.
Madison scans the room and grimaces with disgust at Max and Wendy’s PDA on the end of the sofa. She shifts her hips sexily and smiles at Logan. “Hey, Logan.” She purrs.
Veronica rolls her eyes from the entranceway. “Dick’s not here.” Logan ignores Madison’s greeting and throws another piece of popcorn in his mouth watching what is sure to be a good show. Too bad Dick is missing this. Logan thinks, finding amusement in the idea of a catfight that includes his wife and her archenemy. I’ll have to get my camera phone out if they start tearing off each other’s shirts. Veronica would kill me but it would be worth it to see Dick’s face when he got that email. He chuckles to himself. Ronnie could take her.
“So, Logan, you want some company tonight?” Madison says seductively stepping closer to Logan almost straddling his legs.
“Look, you fucking whore, Logan and I are married!” Veronica stomps over to Madison. Veronica stands right behind Madison waiting for the bottle blonde to make her next move toward her husband.
Logan throws another piece of popcorn in his mouth and nods silently agreeing with Veronica keeping his distance from Madison’s advances.
Max and Wendy break apart when they hear Veronica’s raised voice. They freeze in their positions on the sofa hoping to blend into their surroundings and watch the conflict wide eyed.
Madison eye fucks Logan and challenges him to accept her offer. She ignores Veronica completely.
Veronica has had enough. Madison is not going to come into my hotel suite, proposition my husband in front of me, and get away with it. “I. SAID. WE’RE. MARRIED!” Veronica says forcefully through clenched teeth as she grabs Madison’s shoulder, forcing her enemy to acknowledge her.
Logan puts the popcorn down on the sofa cushion next to him preparing himself for the brewing battle.
Madison shrugs Veronica’s hand off her shoulder and slithers closer to Logan again. “What happened Logan?” She places her hands on Logan’s knees, giving him an uncensored braless view down her shirt, displaying her overly plump implants. “Did she trap you?” Her left hand slides up his thigh as she talks.
Logan sinks into the leather sofa and grabs Madison’s wrist, stopping her sleazy efforts.
“Trick you in to marrying her. That’s the only reason you would marry this dirty gold-digging ten-dollar skank.” Madison leans in further and whispers loudly in his ear tilting her head to smirk, baiting Veronica. “I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have. She’s just like her moth--…”
Before the word ‘mother’ is out of Madison’s mouth Veronica grabs a handful of badly colored hair with her left hand, ripping Madison out of Logan’s personal space and plants a bone crushing punch to Madison’s sculptured nose with her right hand. Madison loses her balance and fumbles to the ground ungracefully landing at Logan’s feet. Veronica stands over her glaring down with heated hatred. In one swift move, Veronica grips another handful of hair placing Madison’s face perfectly before hitting her squarely in the jaw and again on her left cheekbone.
Logan leaps out of his seat, pushes Veronica back from Madison a few steps and hugs his wife tightly dodging her determined fists.
“LET ME GO LOGAN!” She screams trying to muscle her way out of Logan’s hold.
“NO! Calm down V! She’s down. Let it go.” Logan attempts to soothe her outrage and manages to hold her back from her enemy.
Veronica stops her attempts at escape and looks up at Logan’s face. “Did you hear what she said?” She says at a normal voice through her clenched teeth and motions to the Logan-size indent in the sofa. “She was trying to FUCK YOU right there on OUR SOFA.” Veronica exhales loudly attempting to calm her fury.
Madison is defenselessly slumped on the floor bleeding from her broken nose, her split lip and a cut near her left eye.
Logan looks down at his furious spitfire of a wife softly. He turns her face with his hands, brushes the pads of his thumbs over her cheeks and forces her attention to his loving eyes. “Bobcat, try is the key word. You are my wife. She can try all she wants but you’re the one that shares my bed. No one else will ever come between you and I. Ever!”
His gaze calms Veronica as she concentrates on every word Logan utters. She exhales again still locking eyes with her husband.
When Logan is satisfied that Veronica is calm, he kisses her forehead and releases her form from his embrace.
Madison is touching her nose judging the damage carefully.
Dick enters the Suite and stops in his tracks when he sees the beaten, bloody mess named Madison at the base of the sofa. Logan and Veronica look toward him ready to defend their actions and explain what led to his ex-girlfriend’s current state.
If the amount of pain and blood is any indication, then Madison will need another rhinoplasty to correct the break. She looks at her bloody fingers with disgust and looks up at Veronica. “You fuckin’ cunt! You broke my nose!” She says loudly.
Veronica’s blood boils instantly reacting to Madison’s taunt. She steps forward and launches her boot-clad foot directly at the right side of Madison’s abdomen, connecting solidly with a thud.
Logan reaches for Veronica’s arm trying to pull her off Madison once again. Dick also jumps to restrain Veronica. It took both Logan and Dick to get Veronica back under control.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, MADISON!” Dick yells.
Dick finally throws his arms around the petite blonde’s waist and physically lifts her off the ground, removing her to her bedroom and away from the situation.
“YOU FUCKING TRAMP!” Veronica yells as she tries to squirm out of Dick’s hold. “IF I EVER SEE YOU AG---…” The bedroom door slams shut.
“OUT! NOW! Before I call security and have you arrested!” Logan roars. “Don’t ever come near me or my wife again!” Logan’s voice is cold as ice. Logan turns his back to her with repulsion.
Madison huffs as she stumbles to pick herself off the floor and limps to the door. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.” She mumbles.
“Oh and Madison…” Logan bitterly states only slightly turning his head toward the trampy ‘09er. “…You’re the dirty gold-digging ten-dollar skank. And for the record, I would never touch you even if you paid me.”
Logan takes a deep breath when he hears the Suite door shut with a loud bang. “Well, that was fun.” He says softly, shaking his head remembering Max and Wendy are sitting on the sofa.
“Friend of yours?” Max asks innocently breaking the tension in the room. Logan laughs incredulously and walks to his bedroom to seek out his wife.
Part 16