Logan's Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel by Sarah Robinson

her softly on the lips.
    “What about it?” She said, tasting him on her tongue even after he pulled away from her to look at her.
    “It’s the same look you gave New York.”  He told her. She scrunched up her nose at him and stuck out her tongue defiantly, causing his to laugh loudly and then pull him against her instantly devouring her mouth.  She leaned backwards, allowing him greater access as he pushed his hands inside her hospital gown and slid her forward on the table.  Her breathing was ragged and his eyes were nearly dark gray at this point.
    “Logan,” She gasped as he unbuttoned the front of his pants.
    “What?” He said between assaults on her neck and down to her collarbone.
    “We can’t do this here! What if someone sees us?” She giggled, pressing her fingers into his warm, hard skin.
    “We’ll charge them for tickets later.” He raised his eyebrows and winked at her, pushing her hospital gown up her thighs. She laughed and leaned in closer, inhaling the perfectly musky scent of his skin.
    “But, I’m about to have surgery.” She continued to protest even though she was sounding less and less convincing with each contact of his lips ravaging her body.  
    “The hell you are. You’re not doing that.” He said firmly, pulling her hips against him and finding his way to her very core.  She gasped and moaned, wiggling to scoot as close to him as possible.  
    “Oh yes, I am. Don’t you know by now that I never do what I’m told?” She whispered into his ear seductively, kissing him again.  
    “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” Logan growled into her shoulder, biting her skin softly.

EPILOGUE
    2012  
     
     
    “I heard you the first time, Gina.” Logan placed his hand against the glass, leaning against it as he looked out onto the city.
    “And yet, you’re just standing there not getting ready.” She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her high heel against the marble floor of their New York City penthouse.
    “I have two hours. I’ll be fine. I planned on checking in on my mom first.” He said, turning around and walking past her into the bedroom to grab his cell phone.
    “You spoke to her this morning. You know I have one kidney, too.  It would be really nice if you could fucking act like I matter to you every once in a while.” Gina called after him then stomped into the kitchen. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, dialing his parent’s house.
    “Hi, honey.” Laura’s voice chimed through the phone.
    “Hey, Momma.  How are you feeling today?” Logan smiled and relaxed at her voice.  
    “Baby, you don’t need to keep checking on me.  I’m fine, perfectly healthy.  That nurse you hired is so sweet, she takes good care of me.  Your dad is loving his job, just having somewhere to go everyday I think.” Laura mused.
    “I know it’s been a few years, but I always worry about you. I feel like I never get to talk to you anymore.” He sighed.
    “I know, baby. I miss you too, but I understand. I see you on the news all the time, you’re playing so many shows. I am so proud of you, honey.  Plus I’m sure you and Gina are keeping busy together. How is my beautiful Gina?” Laura beamed, always loving to hear about his girlfriend.
    “She is fine, she says hello.” Logan lied, pacing back and forth around the bedroom.  He hated lying to his mother, but he didn’t want her to know how things really were.
    “Mom, I gotta go.  I have a show tonight, need to dress and go to sound check. Give my love to Dad, okay?” Logan asked.
    “Of course, baby boy.  Hey, Logan? Maybe try to come out to see us sometime soon? It’s been so long.” She asked, trying not to push.
    “I’ll look at my schedule, Momma. Soon, I hope. Okay? Love you.” He hung up and tossed his phone onto his bed, pulling his shirt off and heading to his walk in closet. His jaw was tight and he felt anger coursing through him, as he slid clothes around on the rack,