Chapter 1: Smoke and Secrets
Jasmen Jumper leaned against the chipped paint of Logan Meeks’ bedroom door, her dark brown hair spilling over her shoulder as she eyed him with a smirk. The air was thick with the scent of cheap cologne and stale cigarette smoke, a familiar haze in his mom’s rundown house on the edge of Tulsa. Logan, with his blonde hair mussed and blue eyes glinting with mischief, lounged on the bed, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his fingers. He was dressed in his usual thug wannabe getup—baggy jeans, oversized tee, and a chain that screamed ‘trying too hard.’
‘So, you gonna keep staring at me like I’m a damn snack, or you gonna come over here and do something about it?’ Logan drawled, his voice low and cocky, a grin tugging at his lips.
Jasmen rolled her brown eyes, pushing off the doorframe with a sway of her hips. At 5’6”, she carried her curvier frame with a confidence that could stop traffic, her Cherokee roots evident in the sharp angles of her pretty face. She wasn’t loud by nature, but with Logan, her sarcasm flowed like whiskey. ‘Oh, please, Meeks. I’m just wondering if you’re all talk again or if you’ve got something worth my time today.’
Logan chuckled, setting the beer down on the cluttered nightstand and sitting up, his gaze raking over her. ‘Babe, you know I’ve always got something for you. Question is, can you handle it?’
She sauntered over, her boots clicking on the hardwood, and stopped just out of reach, crossing her arms with a teasing tilt of her head. ‘Handle it? Boy, I’ve been handling your sorry ass since day one. Try me.’
That was all the invitation Logan needed. He surged forward, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her onto the bed with a rough laugh. Jasmen didn’t flinch, straddling him with a wicked grin as she pinned his shoulders down. ‘You think you’re in charge here?’ she taunted, her voice dripping with challenge. ‘Think again.’
‘Damn, girl, you’re feisty today,’ Logan growled, his hands sliding up her thighs, gripping her curves through her tight jeans. ‘I like it.’
‘Good,’ she shot back, leaning down until their lips were a breath apart. ‘Cause I’m not here to play nice.’ Their mouths crashed together, hungry and fierce, tongues tangling as the heat between them ignited. Jasmen’s fingers dug into his shirt, yanking it up to expose the lean muscle beneath, while Logan’s hands roamed, squeezing her ass with a groan.
‘You’ve got no idea how hard you make me,’ he muttered against her neck, his breath hot as he nipped at her skin.
Jasmen laughed, a low, throaty sound, pulling back to look him in the eye. ‘Oh, I’ve got a pretty good idea, cowboy. Question is, what’re you gonna do with that cock of yours?’ Her words were sharp, daring, and they sent a jolt straight through him.
Logan flipped them over in one swift move, pinning her beneath him as he grinned down at her. ‘Keep talking like that, and I’ll show you exactly what I’m gonna do.’ His hands were already at her waistband, tugging at the denim as Jasmen arched into him, her own fingers working at his belt with practiced ease.
The room was getting hotter, their breathing ragged, the tension coiling tight. Jasmen’s skin was flushed, her eyes dark with want as she whispered, ‘Don’t make me wait, Logan. I’m already wet for you.’
And just as the last barrier between them was about to fall, the promise of something raw and explosive hanging in the air, a loud bang echoed from downstairs—someone at the door. They froze, panting, the moment teetering on the edge of chaos.
‘Ignore it,’ Logan growled, his voice thick with need.
Jasmen smirked, her nails grazing his back. ‘Better hurry then, lover boy. I’m not known for my patience.’
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