Bounty Hunter- Logan

by Kim Fox

  She jumped up and took charge of the meeting, greeting him with a professional smile. “Hello, Mr. Carter. I’m Elodie Fournier, manager of Predatone. Please take a seat.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Elodie

  “How should we do this?” Elodie asked as she and Logan looked into the back seat of Grant’s antique Cadillac Convertible (the car wasn’t as nice as it sounded). Her mother was passed out on the cracked leather seats, snoring up a drunken storm. “Should we leave her here?”

  Logan grimaced. “It might rain.”

  “That might sober her up.”

  They both laughed. “I’ll bring her to her bed.”

  Elodie stepped forward to help him out, but the muscular lion shifter just bent over, gently scooped his arm around her body and lifted her onto his round shoulder. He placed his palm on her lower back and carried her into the cabin.

  “You’re going to hear about this tomorrow,” Elodie said with a giggle as she followed them to the cabin. Her mother’s arms were hanging straight down as she groaned and mumbled incoherently in French. “And for the rest of your life.”

  Logan carefully placed her down on the bed with her head on the pillow. He was so gentle and tender that Elodie couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous. She knew it was ridiculous to feel that way, especially since it was her mother, but she was getting so infatuated with Logan that she couldn’t help it.

  “Thanks for your help,” she said, smiling shyly as he looked down at her. Her mother was already snoring loudly on the bed. “I’ll get her into her pajamas.”

  She walked him to the door and he lingered for a minute. “Sounds like she’s pretty asleep,” he said with a grin as he looked down the hall. “She probably won’t wake up all night.”

  Elodie felt her cheeks start to blush. “I think you’re right.”

  “Well,” he said with a sexy smirk. “You know where I am if you get lonely.”

  A million thoughts were racing through her head as she clutched onto the door and licked her lips. “I should get her into her pajamas.”

  “All right.” He leaned forward and gave her one of those toe-curling, body-tingling, moan-inducing kisses that she had been craving all night. “Goodnight.”

  Her head was spinning and she clutched onto the door for support as she watched him walk back to his cabin. Logan wasn’t like any of the guys she had known back at home. The guys back home were boys. Logan was a real man.

  Every cell in her body seemed to be tingling as she closed the door and took a deep breath to compose herself. “Wow,” she whispered to herself. “This guy has it all.”

  Should I go?

  Her mind continued racing as she went to help her hammered mother out. She was as limp as a sack of potatoes, and Elodie struggled to move her around.

  What if she went? Would it be so bad?

  Amélie and the rest of the Bounty Hunter crew could be back any minute and that would definitely complicate the sneaking around at nighttime. It was hard to creep from cabin to cabin with a whole crew of alert shifters around who could each hear a leaf dropping in the woods nearby.

  Tonight was the perfect night. The only two potential witnesses were her mother (who was out cold) and Sloth (who didn’t give AF about anything but food).

  She wondered what Logan was doing in his cabin. Was he lighting candles in anticipation of her arrival? Was he already heading to sleep, convinced that she wasn’t going to come?

  With her mother dressed in her pajamas and under the sheets, Elodie decided to go check it out.

  After freshening up, she ran over to Logan’s cabin. It was dark on the ranch, and she sprinted the entire way, feeling a little creeped out in the darkness.

  The light on Logan’s porch was still on and every bug on the ranch seemed to be buzzing by the lightbulb, having a huge party. Her breathing was still heavy from the run as she knocked on the door.

  A few footsteps from the other side and then the door swung open, and Logan was standing there looking sexy as all hell in only a pair of pajama pants.

  “Mon dieu,” Elodie whispered as she dragged her eyes up him from his bare feet, to his naked torso, to his sexy dark eyes that were saying everything that she was feeling.

  He reached out and she took his hand, and suddenly he pulled her into his embrace like they were about to dance. Her palms slid down onto his hard chest as they stared into each other’s eyes.

  She could barely breathe under that intense stare.

  They both leaned forward and then they were kissing in the doorway as the bugs buzzed against the lightbulb behind them on the porch.

  This kiss was different than all of the others. It was deeper, with a passion and desperation that increased with every second, every slide of their tongues, every movement of their fingertips.

  Logan slid his hand around her lower back and picked her up, gently spinning her away as he kicked the door closed. They never stopped kissing as they fumbled their way to the bedroom, banging into the stools by the kitchen counter and knocking over a framed picture in the hallway.

  “Did you come to tuck me in?” he asked when their mouths finally broke apart at the edge of his bedroom. Their foreheads were still touching and they were both breathing heavy, lust-filled breaths.

  She grinned back at him. “I came for more than that.”

  He smiled and then kissed her again as he guided her backward toward the bed. The back of her knees hit the mattress and she let herself fall back onto the soft sheets. Logan climbed down over her, moving his delicious lips to her neck, tickling her as he kissed under her ear.

  She moaned, enjoying every touch of his lips on her hot skin as she ran her hands through his hair. She wanted to touch every inch of him. She wanted to take days to explore every part of his body, to kiss every piece of his warm skin.

  He groaned as her fingers ran through his dark hair and then traveled down his neck to his round shoulders. He suddenly stiffened when she continued down his arms, feeling his hard delts that she had been admiring for days.

  Her left hand continued down his right arm, while her right hand slid over his stump. He tried to pull away from her, but she held him in place, kissing him deep as she writhed under him. His stump was a part of him and it didn’t bother her in the least. Everything about him was sexy, even the part that he was most self-conscious about.

  Logan had risked his life to save her. She was only out here and free, enjoying the weight of a gorgeous shifter on top of her because he had fought bravely and lost that arm in the first place. If anything, it was a reminder of what he gave up for her. And that was sexier to her than any regular old arm could be.

  After a few seconds, Logan’s body loosened and he began to relax. He continued kissing her neck, slowly inching his way down to the top of her chest. Elodie could feel her nipples hardening against the inside of her bra as she moaned.

  She was already so wet. Her hips were moving against him as if possessed, trying to get a touch of his hard cock.

  He simultaneously pressed his erection against her aching pussy as he slid his hand under her shirt and cupped a breast. She nearly came on the spot, moaning loud as her back arched.

  Their lips came back together rough and hard as they frantically pulled her clothes off. She ripped her mouth away from his for the second it took to yank her shirt off and throw it on the ground. Her jeans were next and soon, all of her clothes were on the floor and she was completely naked.

  Her eyes darted to Logan when he pulled off of her and stood up beside the bed. His cock was raging through his pajama pants and Elodie couldn’t take her eyes off of it.

  She began touching herself, sliding her fingers over her wet pussy as she watched him pull the white string of his pajama bottoms and let them fall down.

  His beautiful cock sprang out, thick and long.

  I’m glad I came over.

  Logan came back to the bed, turned her over, and began kissing her back as his hand slid down
the side of her ribs. His hard cock was dragging up her bare ass cheeks, making her whole body tingle.

  This man was pure perfection. He was making her body react in ways that she didn’t realize were possible. Her breath was fast, her heart was pounding, but it also felt like time was slowing down. Every intense second felt like a lifetime as she waited for his cock.

  Elodie swallowed hard as his lips moved down her spine, leaving tingling spots with every kiss. She gasped when his strong hand gripped her ass causing her to involuntarily part her legs.

  Her pussy was burning. It was aching for Logan. She moaned as she imagined his lips and tongue down there, hoping he would kiss her like that.

  She had never let any of her other boyfriends go down on her before. Shyness had stopped her, but with Logan, there was none of that. She wanted him to see all of her, to taste all of her.

  He shifted his body between her legs as he kissed her lower back. Deep moans were emanating from within his chest as he kissed a trail over her cheek and then moved his mouth over her aching pussy. The feel of his hot breath brushing over her folds made her groan loudly and convulse on the bed.

  She knew he was grinning, but she didn’t care. It was torture waiting for it—for that moment when his lips and tongue would finally connect.

  She cried out when he finally touched her. It was sudden and excruciatingly as he dragged his flat tongue up her burning slit in one slow, soft lick. Her legs were already shaking and she was swallowing hard, trying to catch her breath as he buried his tongue deep inside her and then started kissing her folds.

  Oh, gaaawwd. The sensation was better than any kind of drug. The feeling was all-consuming. She loved the scratchy feel of his beard on her inner thighs, the warmth of his mouth on her most intimate place.

  A thrill rushed through her as his tongue flicked across her throbbing clit. She was his. Completely at his mercy.

  She was at his mercy and loving it. Aching. Throbbing. Wanting even more.

  Logan grabbed her hip and tilted her ass up, giving him more access.

  “Oh, shit,” she moaned as his tongue slid in deeper. What was he doing to her?

  She was drunk with lust and couldn’t think in anything but moans and gasps.

  The intense sensations started to build within her. The swirling waves of heat began to strengthen and tighten, until they were demanding to be released.

  Elodie grabbed onto the pillow and cried out as she came on Logan’s mouth. The orgasm tore through her, arching her back as she screamed out his name. He held onto her tight and gave her slow sensual licks as she writhed on the bed, twisting and shivering uncontrollably.

  He was back on top of her when she finally came floating back down to earth. The tip of his hard cock was pressed against her opening and she parted her legs and arched her back to let him in.

  She gasped and bit her bottom lip as he slowly slid his thick cock inside. He was so big, but it felt incredible.

  His breathing was heavy against her ear as he pushed all the way inside. Her tight body started to loosen once she started getting used to his size. No one had ever come close to filling her like that, and in that position with her stomach on the bed, it felt even bigger, even deeper.

  A shiver rippled through her as Logan slowly began to pull back out, stopping at the last possible second before thrusting back in.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned as she squeezed her eyes shut, focusing all of her attention on his big dick. It felt so damn good.

  Logan picked up the pace with every stroke and soon she was begging him to come. Begging him in cracked words and incoherent sentences and deep moans. Her body was trembling. She was already so close once again and she wanted him to come at the same time as her.

  With deep groans, he grabbed her hip and thrust into her—his pelvis slapping against her ass cheeks with every powerful thrust—and she cried out his name.

  Each grab of his hand, every thrust of his hips—everything was hard, fast, relentless.

  “Come in me, Logan,” she begged in a deep breathy moan. “Come with me. Please.”

  She stuck her ass up and he hit the spot that sent them both reeling. They both cried out as their orgasms devoured them.

  It hit Elodie intensely, trembling her limbs and ripping through her as Logan squeezed her hip tight while he released inside of her.

  She collapsed back onto the bed, spent and exhausted as he slowly pushed in and out of her a few more times, emptying himself fully inside of her.

  Elodie couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was even more perfect than she dreamed it would be.

  She was exhausted and out of it, not knowing what was happening until Logan slid out of her, and shifted her body until he was spooning her.

  “Mmmm,” he moaned as he kissed the back of her neck.

  Elodie wanted to tell him how amazing he was, how much she cared for him, how happy she was to be here. But her eyelids were so impossibly heavy and she couldn’t keep them open.

  Logan didn’t seem to mind. He just held her tight, breathing his warm breath on her neck as she gave up and fell asleep.

  Elodie opened her eyes in the morning just as the edge of the sun peeked over the mountains in the distance. It was quiet, except for the soothing sound of Logan sleeping beside her. She pulled the soft covers up to her chin and realized for the first time in a long time that she went through the entire night without having any nightmares.

  It was because of him.

  She turned and rested her head on the pillow as she studied his gentle face. The soft dark hairs of his beard, the sharp angle of his jaw, the strong slope of his nose.

  She felt safe in this bed. The fear and vulnerability were gone, replaced with a sense of security knowing that Logan would protect her.

  His eyes suddenly opened and his lips curled up into a groggy smile.

  “Good morning,” she whispered.

  He reached for her and pulled her even closer. Elodie touched the cheeks that she had been admiring and he closed his eyes, moaning as she ran her fingers over his beard.

  It wasn’t long before they were shifting their hips and he moved inside her.

  “Elodie,” he whispered as he rocked his hips slowly, sending waves of heat flowing through her. “I never thought I’d meet anyone like you.”

  “I know,” she whispered back as she cradled his face in her hands. She knew because she was feeling the same thing.

  She felt like she belonged here in his bed. She felt like she was home.

  “I don’t want you to leave,” he said as he made love to her slowly, tenderly. “I want you to stay here with me.”

  “You do?” She gasped as he rocked his hips, burying himself completely inside her.

  “I do. I’m in love with you, Elodie.” He gazed into her eyes and said it again, like he couldn’t keep those three delicious words bottled up any longer. “I love you.”

  He said the words as she was thinking them. “I love you too, Logan.”

  It was a beautiful, almost magical moment, and Elodie took it all in, trying to remember every detail from the soft light of the sun coming in through the window, the smell of the fresh sheets, the softness of his skin, and that wonderful look in his eyes as he watched her—that look that seemed to only confirm his words.

  He shifted on top of her, holding her close as his movements became urgent. They both came quickly and as Logan roared out in ecstasy, something else happened.

  His eyes began to cloud over with a darkness, swallowing his brown eyes in a haze of black. It should have been terrifying, but it was anything but.

  The warmest, most comforting feeling that Elodie had ever felt was circulating through her body as his black eyes were locked on her.

  It felt like the universe was shifting. Everything was changing.

  She could feel him inside of her. Not just in the physical way, but it was as if his soul was entering her body and merging with her own. Their essence, their energy, their
very beings were locking together, entwining into one spirit.

  Elodie was speechless and breathing heavily when the darkness in his eyes began to fade.

  He was staring at her intensely. She could feel his heart pounding.

  Logan opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

  He didn’t have to say a word. She knew.

  They were mates now. His lion had bonded to her.

  And nothing would ever be the same again.

  Chapter Twelve

  Elodie

  While Elodie was making coffee, she caught sight of something crumpled up in Logan’s recycling bin. It was the flyer that Colton and Rigs had handed him outside of the grocery store. Their offer to join a new crew. The one that he had inexplicably kept.

  She was relieved to see it in the recycling bin where it belonged. This was his home, and the way things were looking, it was going to be her home as well.

  That was, unless the Governor of Montana William Reyes had his way.

  She crumpled the paper back up, tossed it back into the bin, and finished setting up the coffee maker. While it brewed, she ran over to her cabin to check on her mom.

  It smelled like a brewery in the room so Elodie opened the windows, placed an empty garbage can next to her snoring mother’s head, and set her up with a couple of glasses of water on the nightstand. She was going to have a rough morning.

  Elodie on the other hand, was having a delightful one. She ran back over to Logan’s cabin, filled up two cups of coffee and brought them into the bedroom.

  Logan sat up on the bed with a tired smile on his face. “That’s a beautiful sight.”

  “Me or the coffee?”

  “All of it.”

  She handed him a cup and then sat cross-legged on the bed in front him, staring at him, amazed and excited that she was his mate.

  Elodie knew all about mates since her sister was a panther shifter, but knowing and feeling were two different things and she hadn’t been expecting to feel such all-encompassing love and affection so quickly.