Logan nearly groaned feeling her thighs around his, even clothed. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead gently against hers. He felt her hands go around to his back and start rubbing circles. It felt amazing, but even those small touches inflamed his body.
After a few moments, he reached out and pulled her even farther towards him. She slid forward on the countertop. Then, he hoisted her up, so he was bracing her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck. He shifted her weight so he could walk. Then, he made a beeline for the master bedroom.
He set her down gently on the bed and watched her begin a subtle striptease. She unbuttoned her oxford shirt one by one, until he could see the lace of her bra peeking out. It was black and lacy. He could not have imagined anything hotter. She finished unbuttoning her shirt and then shrugged out of it. He could not hold back his groan as he took in her cupped breasts, high and full, begging to be touched.
When he moved closer to kiss them, she tsk’d him and began to unbutton her pants. He let her get to the zipper before he lost his patience and pulled each leg off down by her ankle. He heard the pants drop satisfyingly to the ground before he started attacking his own clothes. He ripped off his jacket and shirt, and then tore off his pants. When he was down to his boxer briefs, he approached the bed again.
She had flipped over onto her belly. The image of her ass and breasts, clad only in lace was emblazoned on his memory. She reached out and slid a finger into his waistband. She pulled down until his cock sprang free. She ran a fingertip up the whole length of him and he grew even harder. When she rubbed the bead of moisture from the tip over his head, he groaned in pleasure.
Lina wanted to commit this moment to her memory forever, no matter what ended up happening between them. She loved everything about him right now - his smell, the sounds he made, his perfect muscular body. She looked up at him from her position on the bed and saw that he had his eyes closed and his head tipped back. Tilting forward, she drew his length into her mouth in one swift suck. His stomach muscles tensed and he let out a choked off gasp. She swirled her tongue around his head and alternated between sucking and licking until beads of moisture broke out across his forehead and his hand was firmly clenched in her hair.
She wasn’t even sure how he managed it, but one minute she was lying on her stomach and the next minute he had her secured underneath him. Then, he poised at her entrance. His hands held her thighs open and she felt his head resting so close to being inside her. When he didn’t enter her, she flickered open her eyes and caught him staring at her. She stared right back, eyes roaming over his tanned skin and dark features. She looked down and saw his impressive cock poised to enter her and she couldn’t help rocking towards him. He let out a whoosh of air between his clenched teeth. He moved his hips, just slightly, but enough for his head to slide inside of her.
Logan couldn’t believe how hot and wet she was. He tried to force himself to stay in place, but she kept rocking her hips and creating a sweet friction on the tip of his cock. If she didn’t stop that, he was going to cum, without even being fully inside her. He waited until she rocked downward and then slid hard up into her. She let out a breathy scream. His whole body shook with restraint. He withdrew slightly and then gave another hard thrust. This time, he felt her whole body shake and her pussy begin to pulsate around him. She clenched the sheet with one hand and scraped his back with her nails with the other. Her mouth latched onto his neck and then reached his lips. When his mouth met hers, it was sweet torture. She tasted of strawberries and sex. He kissed every part of her mouth.
He probed her mouth with his tongue. She instantly opened up and began to suck on his tongue. His hands wrapped around her hair and her lower back desperately. He thrust into her three more times before he couldn’t stop the explosion. His whole body tensed and then shook in release. He groaned and kissed her feverishly until the last ripple of pleasure faded.
He collapsed on top of her, his forehead buried into the pillow and he tried to control his breathing. He felt her stomach rise and fall rapidly, felt her fingertips trace lazy circles on his back and she caressed his calf with her sleek one. He was pretty sure he had never felt this good, this relaxed, and this spent.
She heard her phone going off in the other room and tried to ignore it. At least he had thought to grab her purse because she didn’t remember asking him to. She thought back on the events of today: meeting him and then the fire. She hoped everyone else was okay. It seemed like she and Logan got the worst of it and they were obviously physically fine.
Logan could practically hear her thinking. He wished that they didn’t have to return to the real world quite yet. He was still enjoying her warm heat and the smell of woman all around him. Then, he began thinking of the fire, his brother, and who was probably after them.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” his voice rumbled near her ear. She shivered, loving the way his voice sounded.
“I’m fine. Really. Stop worrying,” she assured him, her fingers running through the curled strands at the back of his neck.
“I don’t know why, but I don’t think I can stop worrying about you. Even before the fire, I remember thinking I had to protect you.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and thought again how beautiful she was.
“I know the feeling. Except, I can’t pick you up and carry you out of harm’s way.” He laughed, relieved to hear they were in the same boat.
“I know who’s after me, now who’s after us. His name is Clyde.” Lina propped herself up on an elbow, waiting for him to continue. “He wants to start bringing hard stuff into the city. I opposed him on both the public front and the private. He thinks I want to run all the drugs in the city to make me a god. Really, I just don’t believe that if we bring that stuff in that I can control who’s uses it and how much. Then, I really will be a drug lord.”
She realized how little she knew about him and how little time they had known each other. However, she could almost rationalize why he sold drugs for a living. But now, her life was in danger too, and all because of him. If she couldn’t be safe, there was no way he could. While she couldn’t imagine walking away from him right now, she knew she could never force him out, never make sure he came home at night safely. As long as he was part of the drug world, he had enemies. He always would.
“I can hear you thinking, sweetheart.” Logan pulled her on top of him until she straddled him. She splayed relaxed over him. She put her chin on his chest and just looked at him. She doubted what she thought was a secret. He had to know she wouldn’t get involved with someone like him.
“It’s because of you that I even realized for sure it was him. The stuff he wants to start selling is a medical product and one of the side effects is that it prevents your blood from clotting. They won’t use it in clinics anymore because patients got a bloody nose and then died from it,” he murmured, almost absently.
“You have to tell someone, Logan,” she said, looking into his eyes. “Someone besides me!”
He sighed, “I know, wait here a sec and I’ll get my phone. Don’t you dare put on clothes.”
She laughed and swatted at his behind when he pushed himself off the bed. “Grab mine too!”
She heard him walk out to the kitchen and then heard his footsteps as he padded back into the bedroom. He threw her phone next to her and dialed someone on his. She checked her phone, seeing Mike had called her again and texted several times in the hopes that she’d reconsider. She didn’t want to reconsider, especially not now. Next to Logan, Mike seemed like a weak, passive-aggressive coward. He would never have protected her. She saw Logan’s burns and knew what they meant. Even in the heat of the moment, her safety was his first thought.
“Yes, this is Logan Black. I’d like to speak with Chief Adamson, please.” Lina looked up in surprise. Who was this man who had access to the state’s police chief? She had tried to get in touch with him numerous times over cases in the last years; but, she had never gotten
through the receptionist.
“Chief…Logan Black here. Yes, I assumed you had already heard. I’m sure you are, Sir, I just wanted to add that our fears are both correct. Yes, it’s definitely Clyde. I want him arrested. I don’t care where he is or how much it takes. Thank you, I look forward to continuing our relationship.” He ended the call with a beep. Then, he flopped back down on the bed. He tilted his head and kissed the insole of her foot.
“Is that who you think started the fire, too?” she asked.
“Without a doubt. I’m sure it was to destroy the evidence of the drug in his veins. Now we’ll never know for sure. The Chief will do what he can to convict without evidence,” he said, frustrated.
“Logan,” she said excitedly, “I had already sent the blood and tox screen to the lab before I even met you. I know most autopsy doctors do it as a last thing, but I’ve always found it eliminates a lot of questions. If he was drugged, we’ll know it in eight hours!”
Logan rolled over and scooted up to her mouth. He planted a hard kiss and gave her a rough hug. “Thank you,” he whispered. She knew this meant more to him than anything else. Putting his brother’s killer behind bars was the only thing that mattered right now.
Her phone beeped again, annoyingly. At the same time, her stomach growled.
“Why don’t you return your calls and I’ll go grab us something to eat. There’s a great sushi place just down the street.” He kissed the inside of her wrist, then her forearm and shoulder. She laughed and teasingly pushed him away.
“Food would be great. There isn’t a clothing store on your way, is there? I just realized when I leave, I’m going to have one burned shirt and a pair of ripped pants to wear.” She eyed her clothing remnants laying on the carpet.
“That’s why you shouldn’t leave. This is my master plan to keep you here, naked, in my bed,” he teased, flicking his thumb over her nipple. She jerked in pleasure and shooed him away.
“Go,” she laughed. “I’m hungry, dammit!
He threw on some clothes, gave her a quick wink, and a peck on the lips before leaving. She heard his bike start somewhere in the garage below her. Then, she started checking her phone.
“Mike…Mike…Mike…,” she muttered, checking each one of her missed calls. She dialed up his phone. He answered on the second ring. She repeated that he needed to leave her alone and reminded him that she was not interested. He gave her some excuses, even begged once. She wondered how she had ever been interested in him in the first place.
When he threatened to find her, she hung up. She put a reminder in her phone to look into getting a restraining order.
While she waited, she looked around the room. It was lavishly decorated. She wondered if he had been married before or had a designer. She saw the master bathroom and she was instantly aware of how nice a shower would be. She checked her phone and saw that he’d only been gone four or five minutes, so she had time.
It had a huge walk-in tiled shower, with body sprays on both sides and what looked like an iPod in a waterproof case. She looked through it, selected a playlist, and turned on the water. Stepping in and under the water, she felt like she’d died and went to heaven. She turned the music on high and faced the sprays, letting them wash away the blood and ash from her face. It felt so good. She stayed like that for a long time, letting the body sprays work to relax her.
She was startled when she felt a hand wrap around her waist and then relaxed. Apparently he was a quick shopper. She moved back against him and realized he was still fully dressed. She turned off the water before he could get soaked and joked about how impatient he was. She went to turn around, but he pushed her against the tiled wall. She winced as the body sprays pressed against her sensitive skin.
“Logan… this isn’t funny,” she said at the same time she realized this could not be Logan. As careful as he treated her every moment they’d been together, there was no way he was suddenly so rough. She suddenly was very frightened, noting how naked and vulnerable she was right now. Whoever this was, they made very sure to stay out of her line of sight. Shoed feet pushed her legs apart until she was spread. One hand held her neck firmly against the shower wall and the other hand groped her breast. When he pinched her nipple, she let out a squeak. She swore she heard what sounded like a male laugh.
His hand slid further down, from her belly to her crotch. She fought him back, trying to free her arm. She heard a door open and close and she tried to scream, but he pressed her ribcage against the body spray, cutting off her air. She was wrestled from the shower and into the bedroom. There was a doorway she hadn’t seen before and it took them down into the basement. From there, he gagged her, put a hood over her, and threw some type of clothing around her. She worked on buttoning it blindly and figured it must be a men’s shirt.
She was thrust into some kind of a van and felt it pull away. She could feel tears well up and tried to will them away. They wouldn’t help right now.
Well, you knew what you were getting into when you slept with Logan, she chastised herself. Obviously, Clyde had gone from arson to kidnapping. She tried to pay attention to the route, but within a few minutes she had no idea if they were going in circles or if they were headed out of town.
Please, Logan. Find me. She sent the plea out into the universe, knowing it was hopeless.
Logan hummed to himself, getting the plates rounded up. He hoped she liked sushi and figured that if she didn’t she would’ve said something. He’d even gone the extra mile and gotten her a sweatshirt and jeans from the neighborhood tourist spot. He’d wait to give those to her though – he liked the idea of her naked when she was around him.
He finished, and walked to the master. He toed the door open and the first thing he noticed was a stool tipped over and the carpet was wet. There were drips leading from the bathroom to the door to the lower level. He grabbed his phone, dialing the authorities at the same time as running to his truck.
Dammit, Clyde. You won’t get away with this.
He reached the station in several minutes and walked through the maze of desks until he got to Sergeant Perez’s desk.
“You remember that tracer I had you set up? I put it in someone’s phone. I need to you to access it. Right now.” Not a man to ask questions, Perez immediately began punching things into his computer.
“15th and Lakeland and they’re stopped. Could be parked or could be stopped momentarily in traffic. I can’t tell which, Logan.” Logan waited for a few seconds, swore, and then took off running back to his truck. Stopped was good enough for him. He sped through traffic, his gut wrenching with what Lina must be feeling right now. She knew this man was capable of murder, arson, and now kidnapping. She knew how much he hated Logan. Oh god, she knew she was probably going to die…or worse.
He stepped on the pedal even harder, praying everyone stayed out of his way. He got to the corner of 15th and saw a white unmarked cargo van in front of what looked like an old apartment building. He tried to break down the door, but in the bad part of town it was all reinforced steel and bars were on the windows. He hit the buzzer and felt a jolt of excitement when he heard it buzz a unit somewhere above his head. No answer. He tried another room, and another, until he heard a voice answer.
“Hello-oooo,” it sang.
“I know you have her. Let me in,” he demanded.
“You know I can’t do that. And truth is, she wants to be here. Isn’t that right, honey?” Logan punched his fist into the door when he heard her muffled voice.
Lina could hear what sounded like a fist hitting rock somewhere below her. She knew it was Logan. She knew his voice as well as she knew her own now. When the man holding her answered, she knew immediately that it was not Clyde. She knew this voice well, too. It was Mike. Somehow, he had followed her or found her. He had had her followed once before, so she knew he was capable. What she couldn’t figure out was how Logan had found her. She had racked her brain trying to think of ways to leave breadcrumbs, but there just w
asn’t any. Everything happened too fast and she had nothing with her.
The intercom crackled to life again. “I’ll do anything you want. Just let her go.” She heard the agony in his voice, and wanted to relieve it. Mike wouldn’t kill her, she didn’t think. He was definitely off his rocker. He had been teasing her with a paring knife since they’d been here. He kept saying he wanted to mar her, so that no one else would want her. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Logan would still want her if she was covered in scars. As quickly as she thought it, she knew the answer was yes. He was the type that defended staunchly, protected fiercely, and loved hard. It made no sense, but all of a sudden all she wanted was to earn that love.
It was crazy, they barely knew each other, but she knew everything about him as a person. She trusted him like she had never trusted anyone. She didn’t know why, but she would do anything to be with him. All she had to do was get out of here.
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