HOGTIED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Satan's Chaos MC)

by Nicole Fox

  “This is ridiculous.” He pulled at the too-tight neck of his dress shirt. Glancing down at his plate, Logan studied the tiny serving of something completely unrecognizable as food.

  “If you think this is crazy, wait ‘til you see the Gala,” Francesca said. She looked happy here, all of the tension melting out of her shoulders the longer she sat here. And Logan didn’t think it had anything to do with the service or the food.

  Francesca needed Nikki in her life. There was a part of Francesca that never completely relaxed until her best friend was around. Nikki seemed to remind her of everything that was important that wasn’t work, the TV show, or her too-demanding mother.

  “Why?” he asked cautiously. “What is the Gala like?” Not sure he wanted to know the answer, Logan braced himself for the answer.

  “Crystal glasses, outfits worth a million dollars, and some of the richest snobs in the world,” Nikki said, snorting delicately.

  “Unimaginable wealth and power, a ballroom-style dance floor made of marble, and crystal chandeliers,” Francesca added, seeming to get a rise out of Logan’s obvious discomfort.

  Nikki lifted one, gold-tipped hand off of the table, stretching it above her as far as she could. “The ceilings are like miles away from you, and the windows are so tall, you feel like an ant in front of them.”

  Francesca nodded, the smile fading from her face. “It’s supposed to be for charity, but most people spend ten times their donation money on their clothes and shoes.” Sighing, she stared at the floor. Logan could feel that stupid, protective feeling rising up in him, wanting to shield her from all of the things that made her unhappy.

  But in all honesty, he was the one in need of reassurance.

  Spending the last few days with Nikki and Francesca, going to every fancy restaurant within a fifty-mile radius, made him miss his people back home with a sharpness he didn’t expect.

  Although he didn’t miss Zook, his backstabbing friend from the Club, he did miss many of the others. Those who had stood by him for so long. He wondered if any of them had figured out what had happened, or if they had just assumed Zook’s story was the truth and dismissed him as guilty.

  “No. I can see some of them, maybe, but I feel like Marrow and Pyro and Blade would never believe I did such a thing.” Sighing, he wished he could see them again, hear their voices. But there was nothing for it. They would have to get on with their lives without ever knowing what happened to him.

  “Because as soon as Davis crawls back to Francesca, I won’t want to be anywhere near this place.” The thought of her in his arms made Logan furious, but he pushed that feeling down. It was what Francesca wanted, so Logan would abide by it.

  # # #

  Francesca

  Francesca breathed a heavy sigh of relief the moment she waved goodbye to Nikki and closed her front door. Silence reigned in her pretty house; Paula must have already come and gone. Smiling, Francesca inhaled deeply. There was something wonderful about a clean, quiet house that soothed her soul.

  But right now, she wanted her house to be anything but quiet. She had a few ideas of how she wanted to spend her evening with Logan, and she was really hoping he was thinking the same thing.

  She couldn’t stop thinking about that amazing night they had spent together, how he had literally fucked her all the way up the stairs to her bedroom. His sex drive seemed to be as insatiable as hers, and she needed that sort of drive again. She needed him again.

  Feeling a little shy, she turned around, coming face to face with Logan. His wild brown eyes were filled with something she couldn’t read, his teeth holding his bottom lip hostage. OMG, he’s so hot. How on earth did Francesca get so damned lucky? Who knew that one day, a literal sex god would just wander into her life right when she needed him most and would make love to her until she passed out?

  “We have the evening free, Logan. Is there anything in particular you wanted to do?” Francesca could feel that wicked smile coming back to her face as her gaze roamed over Logan’s perfect body wrapped up in that tailored suit.

  Logan’s eyes nearly glowed as he took her in, his lips parting as his gaze drank up what would soon be his. His voice was rough with lust as he said, “I should, uh, hang up the suit first.”

  Francesca laughed. He had such mundane concerns! “It’s just clothing, Logan.” She closed the distance between them, her eyes hooded with desire. “But I promise to be gentle when I take it off of you. Deal?”

  She didn’t give him a second to argue; before he could say a thing, she was down on her knees, her lips brushing against his already hardening member through the silk fabric of his pants. He groaned in the back of his throat, his hands coming up to bury themselves in her long blonde hair.

  Pulling his zipper down, Francesca freed his cock, admiring the soft skin and his perfect length for a just a second before exploring it more fully with her tongue. She caressed him, sucking hard, then soft, swallowing the length of him down her very willing throat. His hips began to move, his member hard and throbbing inside of her mouth.

  Logan’s fingers caressed Francesca’s scalp in time with the flicks of her tongue over the head of him. She opened up her throat to his willing member, feeling the length of him brush past her lips and her tongue and into her. Closing his eyes with delight, Logan moaned low and loud in the back of his throat as Francesca grabbed him with both hands, sliding her fingers down the length of him, his cock wet with her saliva. She slid her fingers behind him, closing her fist gently around the soft, wrinkled skin of his balls.

  He moved his hips faster, his head thrown back as his clothing grew sticky with sweat. Francesca opened her mouth to him, letting his thrusting hips pick the pace. He grabbed hold of her head harder, and Francesca let him, caressing his cock with her tongue as it slid by over and over.

  When he came in her mouth, she was ready, swallowing down all of his seed with delight. It slid down her throat as she licked him clean, her tongue sending violent shivers through his whole body.

  “I have a present for you,” she purred, squeezing him gently in her hand.

  “So I noticed,” he gasped, his legs wobbling a little with the power of his orgasm.

  Francesca chuckled and got to her feet, catching one of his big hands in hers. “No, I got you something else. Come upstairs.”

  So he followed her obediently, his fly still open and his beautiful cock still on display. He followed her into her bedroom, his eyes growing wide as he saw her present to them both. Handcuffs hung from the headboard, just waiting for a pair of hands to clasp in them. “You’ve been following rules all day,” she whispered into his ear, sending shivers through his whole body. “Let’s break some.”

  She wasn’t wholly prepared when Logan picked her up off of the floor and threw her onto the bed. Much to her delight, his cock was already hardening again. She was so ready for him.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Francesca

  Untangling herself from Logan’s arms, Francesca looked down on the beautiful man who had become so important to her. How, in such a short period of time, had he become such an integral part of her life? He was sprawled out on the bed like a cat, his muscled chest rising and falling with a slow and steady rhythm.

  “I wish I could sleep that soundly.” But there was little sleep in her future; every time she’d actually managed to close her eyes and drift off, horrifying nightmares of a disaster at the Gala would drag her back out of sleep, dripping wet with sweat and shivering. Although she didn’t have to be up for another hour, Francesca decided to give up on sleep and get up.

  To keep from waking Logan, she showered in the guest bathroom, got dressed quickly and headed downstairs. She meditated, did a short, relaxing round of easy yoga, straightened her hair, painted her nails… All the things that usually relaxed her. But nothing seemed like it was working today. She had this horrible feeling that someone was going to ruin her day, and there was not a single thing she could do to salvage it.

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nbsp; Trying to shake the feeling, she started a pot of coffee. The scent and being surrounded by her perfect white kitchen instantly made her feel better, but only a tiny bit.

  “Maybe I just need a bit of mind-numbing TV.” She surfed through the half a million channels she had, trying to find something relaxing. She settled after a few minutes on the cooking channel and checked her phone. Her Reddit board was silent. There was apparently no crazy news out there focused on her. The house was safe, the security system still in working order. Nothing was missing and no crazy messages were waiting for her on the phone. All those things should have put her at ease, but none of it did.

  Frustrated, Francesca flipped a few more channels, hoping to clear her head. But instead, a face she saw on the news stopped her cold. A cold-looking stranger stared at her from the TV, wearing Logan’s face. It looked like a mugshot, only the man on the TV looked evil.

  A monotone female voice was listing off the information about the case, her pretty face looking rather bored with the facts she listed. “More than a week into the search for biker gang leader Logan Pendergrass has come up with no leads and a lot of questions. The murder-suspect was last seen fleeing from the murder scene of one Pablo ‘Hooks’ Gonzalez, a member of a rival gang that Pendergrass had been having altercations with in the previous weeks…”

  But Francesca could no longer hear. “But Logan’s last name is Jones, isn’t it?”

  It didn’t matter; the evidence was right in front of her. That was her Logan, the one who had slept in her bed. She felt frozen, all of the blood in her veins having turned to ice the longer she stared at the beautiful, evil face on the television screen.

  Like being caught up in the tide, Francesca felt like she was being dragged out to sea. Drowning in a sudden barrage of emotions, she could do nothing but sit on the couch and stare. Even when the news story was over and had moved on to cover an earthquake somewhere far to the east. Francesca had a hard time focusing on anything she was saying, and eventually clicked off the TV to get a second of silence.

  The house was so quiet that it was oppressive. She couldn’t seem to feel properly, her mind reeling. Suddenly a wave of nausea descended over her, crashing hard against her center. The shattered bits of her heart seemed to click against each other, lighting up the silence with the sound of her chest collapsing in on itself.

  The man who had been living in her home, the man who had slept in her bed, and the man who had brought her such immeasurable pleasure, was a gang member and murderer. Feeling cold, then hot, she felt unsafe in her own home for the first time in her entire life. Unable to think of anything else to do, Francesca picked up her phone and called the first person she could think of.

  “Francesca, darling, it’s very early. Is this important?” her mother’s too-calm voice said, obviously unhappy that Francesca had woken her.

  “I — ” Tears bubbled to the surface of her eyes, cutting off her air for a second. “He lied to me, I — ” It was impossible; the whole world had fallen away and left her bereft and empty. How had her mother not felt the end of the world happen?

  “Francesca, I need to you take a deep breath and tell me what is wrong, okay?” Her mother sounded more awake now, as though Francesca’s panic was caffeine to her bloodstream. “Breathe, Kitten.”

  Taking a deep breath in, Francesca noticed the world stopped leaning to one side long enough for her to get the words out. “Logan. He’s not who I thought he is, Mother.”

  # # #

  Logan

  After Logan woke and headed downstairs, he was shocked to find a very silent Francesca and Diane at the kitchen table. Both held identical mugs filled with coffee they didn’t drink and identical expressions of calm that had his head reeling. Something bad had happened.

  More than anything, Logan wanted to protect Francesca from whatever it was that had put that expression on her face, but he was pretty sure there was nothing he could do. A sick, cold feeling welled up in him as he stared at their too-calm faces.

  Tears welled in Francesca’s eyes as she watched him walk down the stairs, her whole body quivering with something like fear or rage. Her whole body seemed to move away from him as he entered the room. Her emerald eyes lost their sparkle and looked flat and lifeless. And those cupid’s bow lips that always had a wicked little smile for him were turned down and unmoved by his presence.

  Logan felt hot, then cold, his head spinning as he froze in place. As much as he wanted to go to her and comfort her, he was pretty sure that he was the source of her pain. So he did nothing at all.

  “You were on the news this morning, Logan Pendergrass,” Diane said without any preamble. “We saw your pretty face all over the national news.”

  Logan hung his head, feeling like he’d just been punched in the gut. Swallowing, he tried to get his bearing back in a world that was reeling. “Okay. My name is Logan Pendergrass, and I was once mixed up in some…unsavory stuff.”

  Diane shook her head, setting her mug down on the table with enough force to spill the coffee over the edge of it. She didn’t seem to notice, but Francesca did. She stared at the spill, looking like she might cry over it. “I knew that already, boy. I had someone pull up your record. But it features a few stolen property charges and some reckless driving tickets. It didn’t say a fucking thing about murder.”

  Logan opened his mouth, but paused when Francesca picked up her head. “You checked Logan’s background?”

  “Yes,” Diane said, dismissively, waving a hand at her daughter. “But the murder rap was too new to show up properly, wasn’t it, Logan? Who were you running from?”

  He cleared his throat painfully, staring down the Savoy matron with fiery eyes. “Zook,” he said, the name bringing up all sorts of angry thoughts he fought to keep under control. “He — I watched him kill Snake Eyes. But he wasn’t planning on taking the fall for it. He set me up. So I ran. It was all he wanted; he hasn’t sent any pursuit here, which just means he wanted my turf. So, he has it, and I was supposed to disappear; I have a buddy in California that promised to get me out of the country if I ever needed it.”

  There was silence in the room, and Logan crossed his arms over his chest, standing in a defensive position unconsciously. “I left with the intention of sailing straight through as quickly as possible, but I got held up by a lady who offered me more money that I’d ever had at one time.” Sighing through his nose, he met Diane’ eyes with his own, both of them unflinching. “But then I spent some time with you daughter and ended up caring for her deeply. I should have left before I hurt you, Francesca. I — I’m sorry.”

  Diane was watching him with eyes burning with anger, but as he spoke, her demeanor shifted, changing from anger to something more thoughtful. Staring at him for a long time, Diane seemed to be searching every inch of his soul for something that Logan was pretty sure she wouldn’t find. After his life of crime, he was pretty sure he didn’t have a soul anymore. Never in his life had he ever regretted those decisions that lead him to become a criminal until right this very second.

  Seeing Francesca’s distraught face, he wanted to take every second of it back.

  Finally, after an eternity of silence, Diane finally turned to her daughter, her expression much softer than Logan had ever seen it. “Francesca, darling, I need you to call up that slimy Quentin Maloney man to give our Logan ‘Jones’ a believable background story. We need to make him as reputable looking as possible for tonight, and take great pains that all of his tattoos are covered.”

  Francesca looked up at her mother, her mouth agape. Logan didn’t notice as he was giving Diane a very similar expression. Suddenly, Logan realized what had happened; Diane saw past all of his bad-guy posturing and down to the core of him.

  She knew he was falling hard for Francesca, and not a thing in the world could stop it.

  Wincing, Logan realized that she was going to milk that for all it was worth. And in the next second, he realized he didn’t care at all, just so long as it mea
nt he could steal a little more time with Francesca.

  That was all that mattered.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Francesca

  Lucky for everyone involved, Quentin Maloney was free that morning, and was willing to make the thirty-mile hike out to Francesca’s home in the desert. Francesca didn’t really know how to feel about any of it, the flurry of emotions just under her skin made her feel like she was lost at sea.

  Feeling empty and listless, she called the only person in the world that could make her feel better and could keep a secret: Nikki. Her best friend would show up to help, no questions asked.

  Nikki flew in the door without even knocking after only about ten minutes, looking like she’d just poured herself out of bed, into some shoes, and come right over. She had a little leftover makeup from the night before, and her pretty, super-long hair was up in the messiest of messy buns. She still managed to look cute as hell though, with made Francesca a little jealous. But she instantly felt better with her BFF by her side.