“Harder, Logan.”
His h*ps pushed back then shoved forward harder, and I felt him sink even further into me. “Oh, God. Yes. Logan.”
He rested his head against my shoulder, teeth biting my flesh as he groaned and thrust. “Now, baby. Now.”
I was there already. Each thrust putting me closer to the top until he shouted my name and I crashed and shouted with him.
“Fuck.” He was sunk deep inside me, and I could feel his c**k twitching. He raised his head from my shoulder and kissed me, hard and relentless.
He carried me to bed where he slowly undressed me, and then we made love until early morning. We fell asleep with tangled na**d limbs.
Chapter 29
When I woke, Logan was gone, but there was a note on the pillow, and I smiled as I unfolded it.
“Love you baby. In the city at the studio with the guys. Don’t leave the farm, Emily. Matt’s staying with you for the day. Dinner tonight, my mom’s coming over.”
Oh, shit, I thought, then finished reading.
“Don’t panic, Mouse. She’ll love you. And I’m cooking. Call me when you’re awake.”
His mom was coming over, and that felt serious, because Logan hadn’t shared his mom with anyone except maybe Kite. I realized that we were going to be together, but I still needed my own place. This was Logan’s farm, and I know he’d say different, but it felt like his, not mine. It wasn’t my home, and regardless of what was happening to us, I still needed that. The question was when and how was I going to bring that up to Logan.
I reached for my phone and already there were three messages: one from Georgie asking what the hell happened last night and how did she end up sleeping in her bra and panties on Deck’s bed, another from Kat about ten minutes ago asking for help rounding up the horses in the east field who broke through the fence—my guess it was Havoc reacting to all the noise last night, then a text from Logan saying good morning and to call him.
I quickly dressed, a little sore from last night’s marathon. I texted Georgie back first as I went to wake up Matt.
Drunk. Deck took you home. And he didn’t look happy.
Georgie immediately texted back.
Not drunk. Sloshed. LOL. Feel like Deck plowed my head into the side of his car. Did he?
I laughed. No doubt Deck felt like doing that.
Not that I know of. Text you later. Horses broke out last night, party must have scared them.
Georgie sent me a sad face.
Matt was passed out in the spare bedroom next to my old one. I nudged his shoulder. “Hey. Horses are out. I need to go help your sister round them up.”
Matt groaned then rolled over and threw the covers back. He still was wearing what he had on last night. “Fuck. How’d they do that?”
“We had a party last night, Matt. The horses were probably scared of the noise. Come on. If they get on the road, someone could get hurt.”
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m up.” Matt ran his hand back and forth over his head and then down his face. “Give me a sec.”
I quickly called Logan while Matt went the washroom, but it went straight to voice mail.
“Morning, honey. Have fun at the studio. Still thinking about last night and thinking I need some more of that tonight. After you mother leaves. And Logan, thank you. For wanting to share her with me.”
As we walked out to the back field, I didn’t see Kat or the horses. Shit, that meant they’d probably gone over to the neighbor’s or on the road.
“So, you and Sculpt are good?” Matt said, his arm slung over my shoulder as we walked up the hill.
I smiled. “Yeah. We are. Really good, Matt.”
He squeezed my shoulders. “He loves y—down.” Matt suddenly shoved me away from him and I fell to the ground.
Bang.
“Matt!” I screamed as I watched him crumple to the grass. “Matt. No, Matt.”
“Go near him and she dies.” Alfonzo held a gun to Kat’s head, and I could see blood dripping from her temple. She was gagged, and her hands were tied behind her back. Her eyes were wild with a mixture of fear and anger.
“Come here,” Alfonzo bellowed.
I hesitated as I looked to Matt who was clutching his leg and trying to crawl to Kat.
Bang.
I screamed as Matt’s body jerked and he fell forward onto his face. “No. Stop. Stop. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Alfonzo was burning with hatred, his eyes wild and unsteady as he leered at me. His clothes were dirty and his hair was greasy like he hadn’t showered in weeks.
“Bitch, get on the ground.”
I slowly sank to my knees sobbing.
Kat made a sound, and Alfonzo raised his gun and slammed the barrel into her head. She cried out and fell to her side, and he reared back and kicked her in the ribs.
“No!” I screamed and jumped up, running toward her. I fell on top of Kat to save her from the brunt of his abuse. He continued to boot me in the side until finally, he stopped, and picked me up by the hair and forced me to kneel in front of him.
Alfonzo raised the gun.
Click.
Bang.
I screamed at the same time the bullet went off, and I saw Kat’s body jerk.
“Nooooo! Oh God. Oh God. No. Kat.” I was screaming hysterically now, tears streaming down my cheeks as a pool of her blood started to seep into ground staining the green grass.
“Shut the f**k up, bitch.” Alfonzo aimed the gun at me, and I waited for the pain as I crouched over Kat, refusing to leave her.