Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 107508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Logan. I’m so sorry.”
“We got out. And I learned how to cook. I’d say that’s a damn good thing for you.”
I half-smiled into his shirt, and I could feel his chuckle rumble in his chest. “Mouse, eggs are getting cold.” He grabbed the plates, and we went to the stools and sat next to one another. “You’re dressed to ride.”
Despite knowing what I was wearing, I still looked down at myself. “Yeah. I’ll take Havoc out.”
“I want you with me today.”
“Well, ah I ...”
His fork dropped on the plate and made a loud clang. “No running.”
“I’m not.” And for the first time, I meant it.
He grabbed my chin and made me look at him. “Say it.”
“What?” I attempted to dislodge his hand, but he held tight.
“Tell me you’re not running.”
“I’m not running.”
He let me go and nodded as if satisfied with my answer. “You’re meeting my mom. Not today, but you are.”
“What?” Oh God.
“Your mom is no longer part of our lives, and I know you haven’t seen her in years. Now you’re getting my mom.”
I stiffened. “How did you know that?” But I knew the answer. Deck. It had to be Deck. In the two years Logan had been vacant from my life, Deck must have kept him informed. That’s why he checked up on me. Oh God, all this time, Logan had been watching out for me. It might explain the “buddy” thing, how close they appeared now. Deck and Logan had been talking for the last two years.
When I met his eyes, he knew I knew.
“Yeah, Eme. I kept tabs on you. Deck made certain you were good. I had to be sure you were looked after. Even if I couldn’t be with you. Even if this shit took me from you, I’d always know you were looked after. Now, go get changed. Wear jeans and a sexy white blouse. I’m taking you on my bike, we’re riding a while then we’re getting ice cream.”
It was then I let it go. All of the mistrust, the pain, the hurt. I let it all go, and I let Logan’s security wrap around my heart. He was mine, and I was his, and I wanted him to protect me. And it wasn’t because I was passive or weak or helpless. It was because he gave me everything I needed. A basic pure and raw need he fulfilled because he cared about me.
Logan must have sensed some of my epiphany, because he was there, reaching out his hand and taking me into his arms.
Logan was my avalanche.
He crashed into my life again and wiped everything bad between us away, until I was naked with nothing except acceptance for what happened to us. It wasn’t me anymore; it was us.
We spent the day on his bike, eating ice cream, and talking, We laughed. We went to the city and saw Georgie at the coffee shop then had dinner at the Brazen Head where we first ate when we were a new couple over two years ago.
Logan even kissed me outside, up against the wall like he’d done back then. We made it back to the farm record time, though Logan took care to obey most traffic laws. He’d once told me he liked to drive fast, but when I was with him, his cargo was more precious than his pleasure. We didn’t stop to chat to Kite and Ream sitting in the kitchen; instead, Logan dragged me upstairs and we made love—hot, hard, and fast. Then I fell asleep nested within his embrace.
I woke to Logan nuzzling my neck, his leg between mine as he slid his cheek across my back. His arm draped over my hip, fingers splaying on my stomach. I smiled as shivers trickled across my skin when his velvet tongue licked the sensitive part below my ear.
“Mouse?” The gravelly whispered words made my insides ache to be taken again. “I can feel your heart pounding.”
Linking my fingers with his, I pulled him closer. We were still naked, and his cock jerked against my butt. “Put it inside me, honey.”
He tensed.
I smiled.
Then he let my hand go, and his fingers traveled down my skin until he slid into the heat between my legs. “Shit, you’re wet.”
“I’m always wet for you.”
“Yeah. I love that.” He untangled our legs then in a slow languid motion, he pushed himself inside me.
I groaned and pushed back against him.
“Damn. You’re tight.”
It was a slow before-breakfast sex, not the hard desperate need of last night. Instead, he held me close, our bodies connected, awakening from sleep with a slow ride into stomach dropping ecstasy.
It was hot.
Logan kissed my neck, my back then held me up against him while murmuring sweet words of love in my ear. Each sensation was engraved in my mind, just like he was. We were set in stone.
The morning was lazy as we made love twice more, each time more intense than the last. I was raw and sore, but as soon as he touched me, I was ready for him again. There was no pretention, no worries, and I did as he wanted and left the thinking out of the bedroom.
By eleven we ambled from our nest, and I went to shower while Logan went to make some calls. He was on the phone when I came downstairs, hair still wet. I could see Ream and Kite outside by the pool talking.
Logan nodded to a mug sitting on the island then he walked to the sliding door that led out to the pool. He stepped out, and I sat on one of the stools and watched as he paced back and forth, his brows lowered and the crease around his eyes accentuated.
There was no doubt he was angry about something. He took long strides; his muscles flexing beneath his T-shirt, hair falling haphazardly across his forehead. I wanted to encase him in my embrace and take away whatever was riling him up.
He kicked one of the patio chairs, and it toppled over. He looked up. Saw me. Stared for three seconds then turned away and began pacing again.