“Weeks, yes. But Alfonzo wasn’t a threat to you. He was in New York up until yesterday. But, Deck’s man lost him.” Logan kissed me and it was long and slow, lingering. “I tried to cancel the party, but it’s not just me here. It’s the guys. They need this. Deck’s doing security and is confident that the farm is still safe. That might change though.”
I nodded. I was scared and nervous, but for some reason not as much as I thought I would be. I was more focused on the fact that Logan had trusted me to be able to handle this. Because I knew Logan and the reason he hadn’t told me up until now was because he didn’t want me feeling scared, or nervous.
“I guess I can stay inside and play with my vibrator.”
Logan’s brows lowered, and his eyes got that dark intensity. He was so sexy when he heard something he didn’t like. “That pu**y doesn’t get f**ked, touched, or played with without me. You need it, I’m happy to give it to you. But you, lying in bed playing by yourself—no.”
I wanted to laugh; instead, I hid my smile, because I thought laughing might be bad considering he looked genuinely angry. I liked that he wanted to be the one to look after my needs. It was hot, and I felt wanted, treasured. “Okay, honey.”
“I love it when you call me that. Cute and sweet.” He got up and walked over to the sink and started putting dishes into the dishwasher. “What are you going to do while I’m gone?”
“Guess I’ll ride your horse then lounge by the pool.”
He stopped what he was doing and was quiet for a second. “They’ve never been mine, Emily. Any horse here has always been yours. The bike is my horse. I’m not getting on anything that can kick, bite, and toss me on my ass.”
“A bike can toss you on your ass.”
“Yeah, but it’s not coming back to bite me afterward.”
“Logan, the horses aren’t going to bite you.”
“They can stand up on their hind legs and dump me on my ass then come down on my head with big feet that cost a fortune every few weeks to get manicures.”
I laughed. “You mean rearing up, and horses don’t like to step on people. Actually, they avoid it at all costs, and their feet are called hooves which need trimming every six weeks or you’ll have crabby horses walking around on overgrown turned up toes. For your information, Sculpt.” He growled low, and then set the fork he had in his hand on the counter and started stalking toward me. I moved to my feet, but not in time to avoid his dive for me. He snagged my arm and, in one swoop, lifted me up and over his shoulder.
“My real name. Always.”
“What are you talking about?” I teased.
“My name, say it.”
I knew what would happen and it made me giddy inside. It had been a long time since I felt this playful and relaxed. Fine, I could admit to being totally and irrefutably in love. “And what if I don’t want to—Sculpt?”
He smacked my ass and started for the stairs. “I’ll f**k you all day.” My heart rate tripled.
“You can’t. You’re meeting Deck.”
“Deck will understand.”
He squeezed my butt. “Sculpt. Stop.” But really, I didn’t want him to stop anything as he took the stairs two at a time, kicked the bedroom door open then closed, and then threw me on the bed.
“Say my name.”
“Sculpt.”
He came down hard on top of me, already tearing off my shirt. I struggled at first, laughing until his hand brushed against my nipple, and I gasped.
“Logan,” I said, knowing if I didn’t he’d torture me for longer than I wanted or could take.
“Again.”
“Logan.”
“You won’t do that again, will you?”
I hesitated.
“Tell me.”
“No, Logan.”
His mouth came down hard on mine, and then he f**ked me.
Chapter 27
We had a week of lying by the pool and ha**ng s*x and doing nothing but being together. He did spend some time with the band practicing, but the guys made themselves scarce whenever they could. I rarely saw Kat, and my guess was she was staying at the condo with Matt most nights. Whether it was to give Logan and me some time alone or to avoid Ream, I didn’t know for sure, but I was guessing the latter.
Georgie popped by with Deck, and we hung by the pool while Deck and Logan went off to chat. Logan had been strung up as tight his guitar strings, but he played it off as nothing but the plans for the party. I knew it was Alfonzo that was getting to him, but when I asked about it he threw me over his shoulder then took the stairs two at a time and tossed me on the bed where he had me forgetting everything except him between my legs. Then we did some slexing, and ate our next meal in bed.
It was sweet, and he fed me grapes and wine. He commanded and I surrendered to him. I never thought I’d find submitting to a man again sensual after what I’d seen in Mexico, but it wasn’t about that. It was about submitting to the love we shared. I realized giving up my control to Logan didn’t make me weak. It was my escape. My need, and he was fulfilling that by giving me what I needed. It was about complete openness and trust.
And I did love him. I never stopped; it had just been smothered.
“Eme.”
I looked up. Logan had stopped playing his guitar and was looking at me with eyes that were so exposed and revealing. I felt like I could see right into them, all his desires and strength, even a hint of uncertainty that lay beneath the depths.