by Nicole Fox
Francesca’s eyes darkened with rage. “Shut up, Davis, and go back home before they miss you and throw you in jail forever. Not that wouldn’t make me happy; you have literally ruined the last year of my life.”
“I ruined your life?” Davis screamed, his voice cracking as he nearly started foaming at the mouth. “You think I ruined your life? Don’t you think you have biker boy to blame for ruining your fucking life when he knocked you up?”
Pressing her hands protectively to the precious life inside of her belly, Francesca took a step back, staggering back from the barrage.
But Nikki stepped forward. “You stupid cow, of course not. You’re the one who made her miserable. You’re the one cheated, who lied to me to get me to cheat with you. You’re the one who stole all of that money and made a fool of yourself. You’re the one that ruined your chances with Francesca by being a selfish prick. Francesca only stuck by you because she thought you would be a good father to her kid, no matter how you treated her. She thought you had integrity. Obviously she was wrong, because you’re just a piece of trash.”
Davis gaped at Nikki, his mouth moving but no words coming out. Francesca kind of felt like gaping at her, too. In all of the time they had been friends, Nikki had never stood up for her so vehemently.
New tears slipped down Francesca’s face. “Yes, I was wrong. I was wrong to ever pick Davis over a good man like you, Logan. I’m sorry that it took all of these disasters for me to see clearly. I was just trying to do what was best for my baby. For our baby.”
Francesca turned to Logan, watching as the hardened mask over his features melted away, leaving behind a vulnerable, beautiful man. And her heart melted in return.
# # #
Logan
For a long time after Francesca finished speaking, there was silence in the parking lot. Even Davis was stunned into silence, unable to continue his tirade. He stood there sputtering, his voice lost under the hatred in both Nikki and Francesca’s words.
Logan studied Francesca, unable to believe how strong this beautiful woman could be. Standing in front of all of these cameras and all of these people, admitting to the whole world that she had been wrong. She was trying so hard to fix her mistake, and Logan couldn’t let her suffer any longer.
“Francesca,” he said, taking her tiny hands in his own. “I stayed away. I stayed away from you, thinking a guy like me would only complicate your life. I didn’t want to ruin your career or ruin the future of our son. I’d rather be miserable if it would give you the chance to be happy. But I can’t sit idly by if you are being so poorly treated.” Kissing the fuzzy fabric of her gloves, Logan smiled down on Francesca.
“How did I get so lucky?” he wondered, watching as Francesca’s emerald eyes lit up like Christmas lights on a tree. Logan was the luckiest man in the world, and he’d only get luckier as his son grew.
Sirens blazed, making Logan wince out of habit. Davis’s face was still livid, his eyes bulging out of his skull as he took an angry step forward. It was the wrong move.
Pyro stepped forward at the same time Blade did, their predatory eyes locked on Davis, the spoiled brat. “I believe those sirens are for you, friend. So you might not want to make it worse by stepping forward again,” Pyro said as Blade slammed one of her meaty fists into her other palm.
Davis swallowed hard, then turned on his heel to go back to his car. But two more of Logan’s boys were leaning against his car, big wicked grins on their faces. “Going somewhere?” Jackboot asked, flexing a little as Davis yelped.
He was surrounded, and there was nothing in the world he could do about it. But Davis wasn’t the kind who could go down without a fight, so he turned around, facing the only fight he might actually win.
He turned to Francesca.
Logan automatically stepped closer to her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders protectively. Francesca stood tall, her eyes blazing like she was just daring Davis to do his worst.
“You stupid whore. No wonder nobody of any worth wants you. You had to drag your date out of the trash and dress him up in pretty clothes. Good luck having a career after I’m gone; I am your career. Your stupid fans love me.”
The police cars pulled into the gravel parking lot. They stepped forward, looking around and trying to figure out exactly what was happening. Logan pointed to Davis. “This man has been harassing us,” he said, a grimace on his face. The cops glanced around at the cameras with confusion in their faces.
“I think you’ll also find that he is breaking the terms of his bail in Nevada,” Nikki smirked, an evil grin on her pretty face. “They told him not to leave the state and not to stalk his ex girlfriend, both of which he’s been doing. Any chance you could clean up this trash for us officers?” She batted her pretty black lashes at them, making a few of Logan’s boys chuckle.
Davis screamed like a madman as they cuffed him for the second time, dragging him bodily from the parking lot to the cheers of the bikers gathered around to watch. Logan and Francesca watched in silence, trying to drown out the sound of his voice as he tossed more horrible insults at the two of them. They both sighed in relief as the door shut behind him, silencing his yells.
“Well,” Francesca said finally, her voice filled with false cheer. “At least we won’t have to worry about seeing him anytime soon. There’s no way he’ll be back out on bail, and his sentence will be at least several years. I think the minimum sentence for the money he’s taken is ten years, and not even rich daddy will be able to get him out of that.”
Logan chuckled. “That’s great news.” He turned her around, grabbing her chin with his fingers.
Francesca looked up at him, her too-big green eyes glittering. A smile formed on her perfect lips as she wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck. “It’s okay. Not as good as knowing you’ll be around.”
Logan wavered a little under those big eyes, an icy touch of uncertainty cutting through his happiness. “But what if I do ruin your career?”
“I have enough money to retire for both of us and — ” She touched her belly gently. “And Lenny. Yes, after my grandfather.”
Logan’s smile grew. “I like it.”
Bowing his head, Logan kissed Francesca with all of his might, much to the delight of onlookers. The whole crowd cheered, even the camera crew, making for a most dramatic and wonderful end to the Savoy’s TV season.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Francesca
It took several hours for the police to clean up after Davis; Francesca and Logan needed to fill out paperwork and Nikki and a few of the boys filled out witness statements. The case was pretty cut and dry. It was hard to deny that Davis had been breaking the law by being outside of the area allowed by his bail. Francesca was glad it was his turn to be hauled off in cuffs instead of Logan. It felt a little like justice was being done, though Francesca had a hard time not feeling sorry for Davis. As much of a brat as he was, she knew why he was like that. “Diane might not have been the perfect mom, but at least she didn’t spoil me so rotten that no normal person wouldn’t want me around.”
Davis hadn’t gotten the same treatment from his parents; he’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had never known the word “no.”
“A shame. But we won’t let you become a brat like that, will we?” Francesca thought down at her belly, running her gloved hands over her baby bump. “Even if I tried, I don’t think Logan would have any of it.”
Chuckling, Francesca turned to find Logan walking toward her. “We’re done with all of the police reports and things. The officers said we could go home.”
Nikki had already left to head back to her hotel room and Logan’s boys had all also headed home, leaving Francesca and Logan alone. “Can we go back to your place?” Francesca asked, shivering in the night air. “I want to get out of this cold and find a shower hot enough that I forget that this kind of cold is even possible.”
Logan laughed and led her inside the shop. They ended up calling a cab
to take them; Francesca couldn’t stand the idea of riding Logan’s bike through the cold to his place. She was pretty sure it would kill her. As soon as their Uber driver showed up, Logan took Francesca home with the promise of warmth.
Francesca was content as she stepped into the tiny apartment. Glancing around, she studied the tiny space, running her eyes over the complete lack of decor as Logan turned up the heat. The heater cut on with a purr, spilling hot air into the apartment, sending pleasant shivers up and down Francesca’s spine. It was a one-bedroom apartment, the living room nearly empty of furniture. There was a single chair in here, a bed and side table in the bedroom, and nothing else but a few mismatched lamps. Francesca thought the space looked sad, the off-white paint giving the impression of it being tenant-less. Not a single inch of the apartment looked lived in, which made her wonder if Logan had been living at work.
“The bathroom’s in here; I’ll get the hot water started for you,” Logan said quietly, slipped past her to a small door behind her.
She nodded, pulling off her gloves and scarf and laying the over the room’s only chair. The bright white of her coat so close to the walls just made them look dirty and she nearly cried at the sight.
Once she’d removed her outer layers, Francesca stepped over to the bathroom, her eyes running over Logan’s body as he tested the water temperature for her. It was unbelievable that he was so close once again and her heart fluttered in response to seeing him.
And, lucky for her, they were finally alone. No cameras, no crazy exs. No one was here but them.
Slipping out of the rest of her clothing, Francesca stepped forward, her eyes taking in the bathroom. It was just as sad as the rest of the apartment, void of anything but the necessities. Even the hand towels were of a deep gray color; Francesca began to wonder if Logan even noticed those finer things missing.
Much to her surprise, however, the combination shower and tub was huge, sporting what looked like handicapped railings and a tile bench.
His gaze ran over the bathroom where hers had been, his lips twisting in embarrassment. “I know it’s not much compared to what you are used to, but I don’t spend much time here, so it seemed silly to waste any money on fixing it up.” Logan rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes studying the tiles on the floor. But when his eyes came up to meet hers he smiled wickedly, his gaze caressing every inch of her naked body. “Fuck, I missed you, Francesca,” he whispered, his voice soft and incredibly vulnerable. “I didn’t realize how empty my life had become ever since you left until I saw you. Promise you won’t leave me again.”
Francesca opened her mouth to assure him she had no such plans, but he was kissing her already, his lips hungry and his hands pulling her closer. Finding him so close again was like stepping into a bonfire; the heat started low in her belly and spread out to every corner of her body, setting wildfires as it spread.
The brush of fingers across her belly was hesitant and gentle. Logan stepped back, admiring the bump that hadn’t been there last time they were together. It was small, but steadily growing. Logan’s chocolate eyes grew large and beautiful as he got to his knees, leaning forward to press his lips to her stomach. A smile spread across her mouth, tears touching the edges of her eyes as she laid her hands over his head.
“Beautiful,” Logan whispered, his arms coming to wrap around her body. There was a note of awe in him that lit her up from the inside, the feeling of lust and devotion and love spreading across every inch of her.
“I love you, Logan,” she whispered in return, but those words couldn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how deep her feelings for Logan went. And for the first time, she didn’t try to hide them from herself. No, she was going to give herself over to Logan completely. She was going to stay with him, and her heart was so sure she was making the right decision.
Running her fingernails through his very short hair, Francesca looked down at her man, a wicked smile on her pretty face. “I don’t suppose there’s a chance you would like to join me in the shower, is there?” she said, winking. The fire of her lust was going a long way to burning away the cold from outside, but Logan’s body and the hot warm would speed up the process considerably.
And Logan’s body was exactly what she wanted right then.
Peeling his clothing from his beautiful body, Logan watched her, his eyes darkened with lust and wicked promises that made Francesca shiver all over. Her body trembled with desire as she watched him strip his clothes off slowly, teasing her with little bits of sun-kissed flesh. Nearly drooling, Francesca locked her eyes on his perfect body, her eyes tracing the sexy outlines of his beautiful tattoos. “God, he’s beautiful.”
Logan tossed his shirt aside, leaving him naked before her. Francesca’s eyes slipped down to his mighty cock, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She remembered what that perfect dick felt like inside of her body, and she was dripping with anticipation of feeling it again. Several months of unhappy celibacy had starved her, and she was staring down the only feast that had ever completely sated her.
Picking her up off the cool tile floor, Logan carried her into the steaming water. The warm water caressed her body, tingling and hot against her still-cold skin. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Francesca kissed him, feeling the water trickle down both of their bodies like the caress of a million fingers.
“I can’t wait any longer, Logan. Just take me, please.” She looked deeply into his eyes, her own pleading and filled with desire. “I just want you inside me; it’s been too long.”
Lips hungrily devouring her own, Logan pressed her back against the shower wall, setting her down on the handicapped railing in the shower stall. The head of his cock caressed her wet opening, exciting a cry from her lips that shook them both.
“Don’t make me beg, Logan — ” she started. But then he slid inside of her, the soft skin of his dick rubbing every inch of her sensitive walls. Complete. She was complete with him buried inside of her, all the way to the hilt. How had she forgotten what it was like to feel the other half of her soul press inside of her body?
How could she have forgotten?
Digging her nails into his shoulders, Francesca held on, her body crying out for more as Logan slid in and out of her body with slow, sensual movements. Inside of her, he was impossibly large, filling her body until there was no room left for thought. There was room inside of her for nothing else but the overwhelming waves of pleasure that already threatened her edges.
He slowly ramped up his speed, pumping inside of her in slow, easy movements that touched every spot she wanted to be touched, caressed every nerve, and echoed through her whole body like an earthquake. The water streamed down her body like tongues as Logan’s lips mingled gloriously with her own. Her heart shuddered violently inside of her body at the pent up emotions, at the heat between them. Gasping for breath, Francesca could do nothing but hang on and moan, her voice echoing inside of the nearly empty bathroom.
Her first orgasm ripped through her without warning, and she clawed at him, throbbing and aching with vicious pleasures. And as she came down off of the shivering high of that thunderous storm of pleasure, her eyes met Logan’s mocha ones. And they were filled with a look she knew all too well.
This was going to be a long night of giving and receiving pleasure, and Francesca shivered with anticipation.
# # #
Logan
Logan was in awe. Not only was this woman the love of his life and the most beautiful woman in the world, but she was carrying his child. The thought excited him in a way he couldn’t describe; she was so beautiful and perfect like this.
Her head was thrown back, her voice ragged with crying out his name as he knelt before her, his tongue buried in her sopping pussy. She tasted just how he remembered, and her cries got him just as high as they always did. It was like coming home as he slipped two fingers inside of her body, watching with wicked joy as she thrust against him, her voice reduced to a pleasured mewl in the back of her thro
at. The water from the shower poured down her breasts which were taut with desire.
Looking starved, Francesca pushed him back standing on wobbling legs as Logan ended up out of the shower and on the floor. With a quick swipe, she turned off the water. Then, the soaking wet Francesca stared down at him, her eyes on fire. “My turn,” she whispered, her voice almost unrecognizable under the thick coating of desire.
Straddling him, Francesca slid her silky body over his cock with a wicked, perfect little smile. He loved it when she rode him, loved it when he could watch her move on top of him, watch himself pierce her body.
Francesca looked down at him, her wet, blonde hair curling around her beautiful face. She moaned, grinding against his hips as she fondled her own breasts, riding him hard. Her skin was wet, beads of water dripping down every line of her perfect body. She rode him, biting her lip as her womanhood gripped him hard, the wet, silky inside of her pussy holding him tight.
The inside of her felt like a furnace, a burning, fiery thing that seemed to hold him hostage.