Chapter 28
“Mouse.”
I woke to Logan’s sexy voice, but it wasn’t beside me.
“The party has started. Let’s go, baby.”
“Shit. You let me sleep?”
“You needed it.”
I stretched like a cat after a good nap and felt the sweet soreness in my jaw and smiled. Damn, I’d never done anything so erotic as last night. The thought of Logan sent a wave of heat through me. A heat that filled my heart and made it feel—complete. And when I looked up at Logan standing at the end of the bed dressed in dark jeans and a purple pinstriped button-down dress shirt, I totally fell in love all over again.
I could lie here for hours and admire him with his delicious bedroom hair and purple shirt that showed off his russet eyes.
He frowned. I licked my lips.
God, I loved him. He looked so confident and self-assured even though tonight the band had to impress some big names in the music industry. I was probably more nervous than he was.
I couldn’t believe this man was mine. He never gave up on me. He never gave up on us.
“Do I get a kiss?”
“Right now, all I want to do is say f*ck it and crawl back into bed with you. So coming any closer ... is a bad idea.”
The sheet slipped to my waist as I sat up and I heard him groan.
“F*ck.”
There was no question I wasn’t getting a kiss, so I threw the covers aside and slipped to the edge of the bed.
His hands clenched into fists as his eyes travelled down my naked body then back up again. He shook his head back and forth and inhaled a deep breath. It felt amazing that I could do that to this man, make him want me. He’d always made me feel beautiful. He still did, and I loved him even more if that was possible.
He cleared his throat, but it was still a little unsteady as he said, “I bought you a dress. It’s in the bathroom.”
I sat up. “You bought me a dress?”
He gave a curt nod. “Shoes are there too.”
“When did you do that?” We’d spent nearly every moment of the last week together.
“When I went to see Deck. Get dressed, Eme. Meet me downstairs. I want you to meet our new manager.” He walked out of the room shutting the door a little too hard behind him, and I laughed. I also noticed how his jeans had become snug between his legs when I’d thrown back the covers.
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When I walked downstairs, following the sound of voices out onto patio that now had a huge white canvas tent over it, I was feeling ... well beautiful. I couldn’t remember the last time I truly felt attractive. I mean, I definitely didn’t when I was a girl growing up with my mother’s constant belligerence.
Logan was staring at me.
Our eyes locked. The guy he was chatting with stopped talking and turned to look at me too. Yeah, I felt beautiful. Logan had always made me feel that way. No matter what crap my mother spilled, it was all lies. The only way to make herself feel better was to put someone else down, and that someone happened to be her daughter.
My dress fit perfectly, a simple asymmetrical white chiffon skirt, plunging neckline top with a dipped back that contrasted with a subtle black lining. Logan had laid out a pair of stunning white and black strappy heels which, surprisingly, fit too. I wondered if Kat had anything to do with it.
Then there was the box he left wrapped with a yellow bow on top of my makeup bag. I gasped when I opened it, eyes filling with tears as I saw the pendant necklace laid in blue velvet. The tasteful diamonds hung on a solid, thin gold chain. When I put it on, the necklace fit snug to my neck, the pendant touching the center of my throat so that you could see my skin through the center of the diamonds. It was striking, and for a few minutes I admired it in the mirror as it nestled against my skin. I wasn’t sure where he had the money for it, but it was from him, and he’d been thinking about me.
When I saw the note folded neatly below the box, I smiled.
It said,
“No panties tonight, Emily. I want to be on stage knowing you’re naked beneath that dress. I love every part of you.”
Now he was standing in front of me and I felt like we were the only two people in the room.
“Emily,” Logan looped his arm around my waist as he leaned in and whispered in my ear “You make me breathless.”
“Thank you for the necklace.”
“Did you do as I requested?”
I wanted to laugh at him using the word “requested.” Logan rarely requested; he spoke, and it was done, and that wasn’t only with me. I nodded, and he swore and groaned then kissed me. “Good girl.”
Then we were pulled apart by a voice. “Now I understand what kept you away from my office this week.”
Logan squeezed me in tight. It was possessive and was saying something to the guy. “Emily, this is our new manager Daryl. Daryl, Emily.”
I shook his hand and instantly felt the warmth emanating from him. He wore a suit and tie that fit his lean, tall form, and his hair was kept short and styled close. There was no rock star look in him. He was controlled, yet he had this casual air that made me feel relaxed.
We chatted for several minutes until the crowds started to arrive, and I was swept up into the fray as Logan introduced me to people I recognized from Avalanche, but mostly the guests were strangers. I caught a glimpse of Deck at one point, but he was in work mode, prowling the grounds and making certain the security was tight.
“Emily!” Georgie called as she pushed aside the throes of guests and came toward me.
She looked me up and down. “Damn, you look like you’re ready to be f*cked or were just f*cked.” She shrugged. “Whatever, it’s smacking hot. Logan, what the hell? You tying this girl up all week or what? Haven’t heard a peep from her.”
I felt my cheeks heat up at the mention of being tied up, and typical Georgie didn’t let it pass.
“Ha, well strap me down.” She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in to whisper, “Rock star fighter who likes a little extracurricular activity in bed? Damn, he is one hell of a cupcake. Wonder if he likes spanking?”
Matt and Kat arrived, Kat looking stunning with her little black dress and blonde hair falling down over her slim shoulders. She was nearly as tall as Matt since she was wearing her spikey black heels, and she towered over me.
Logan leaned in and squeezed my ass. “Stay close to Matt. He knows what’s going on. You’re safer in a crowd, so don’t leave the party. I mean it, Eme. Not for a second.” I knew he was concerned about Alfonzo even though Deck and his men had the place covered. “You need to go the bathroom or freshen up, call Deck. He will have his phone on. No one else.”
I nodded.
“I hate to be away from you even for a second.”
I caressed his cheek and he took my hand and kissed my palm. “My heart is repaired, Logan. You did that.”
“Baby.” He pulled me into his arms, his hands on either side of my head as he kissed me. It was hard and intense and made me forget that we were surrounded by people. “You obliterated the bad in my life.” He kissed my forehead then drew back. “I have some suits to impress. You good?”
“Yeah, honey.”
He chin-lifted to Matt, and there was a look between them. And then Matt was beside me, his hand on the small of my back. Logan nodded then disappeared through the crowd. I saw him stop and talk to Ream who was with a cute little blonde, and then they were walking toward the stage.
It was another ten minutes before the band came on stage, and I was able to see Logan again. He was comfortable as he stood in front of the crowds, his confidence was natural, like being on stage was where he belonged.
And he did. There was no doubt that Tear Asunder was making it big, and Daryl obviously thought so, too.
Logan said a few words to the crowd and had them laughing and instantly falling under his spell. It was incredible that this man who oozed authority and power could have a group of posh executives melt at his feet. When Logan was on stage, it was like no one spoke unless he told them to.
He turned me on, but it was so much more powerful than that. It was like he was inside me, making my heart beat, my lungs breathe. He made me feel like whole again.
He did repair us.
Logan’s eyes found mine. I waited breathless then he winked, and I felt like he’d just swept his hands over my heated skin.
“This is a new song we’re playing tonight called ‘Torn from You.’” He closed his eyes and nodded his head three times then Kite clicked his sticks together.
They brought it, real and raw with each cord, each note rushing a thrill through the crowd. Logan’s voice was powerful, graveled and crass with the chorus, then seeking the soft deepness that sent shivers across my flesh during the verses.
“F*ck. They rock.” Georgie was nodding her head to the beat, and as I looked across the crowd, everyone was riveted to Logan. “Thinking maybe I need to get some of that.”
My mouth dropped open.
Georgie laughed. “Not your man, girl. Crisis. That tongue could do me wonders.”
I rolled my eyes, and Matt grunted, obviously hating to hear anything about Crisis, tongue, and Georgie in the same sentence.
The rest of the night, I didn’t see much of Logan, but who I did see a lot of was Deck. He was always within eye sight of me, and Matt never left my side.
It was one in the morning by the time everyone cleared out except the band, Georgie, Matt, and Kat. Deck appeared out of nowhere as we hung by the pool. He nodded to each of us then spoke quietly to Logan for a few minutes before he walked down the path toward the front of the house.
When Logan came back to me I looked up at him and he knew exactly what I wanted to know before I even had to ask. “No sign of him. Deck says it’s highly unlikely Alfonzo can find out about the farm unless he’s been following any of us, which I told you, Deck’s men has made certain he hasn’t. We’re just taking precautions until he’s located. There is no reason he’d even want to come after you, Eme. It would be stupid if he did. He knows Deck’s after him.”
Deck shouted, “Georgie. We’re leaving.”
Georgie came up beside me and threw her arm around my shoulders. She was slurring her words, and her weight was on me. “I’m staying here.”
“Georgie. Get your ass over here.” Deck’s voice was harsh and a little annoyed. Okay super annoyed.
“Pooh. No fun. I’m not going with ... you.” Georgie stumbled forward right into Crisis’s chest. “Going to get f*cked by Mr. Delicious here.”
Crisis’s eyes widened then he put his arm around Georgie. I wasn’t certain if that was to keep her from falling or because he was going to screw with Deck and take Georgie to bed.
“F*ck.” Logan swore under his breath as Deck came striding toward Georgie. “Let up, Crisis.”
“Yep. Not f*cking with that.” Crisis whispered something into Georgie’s ear, and her smile faded, and her lips pursed together in a drunken pout.
She must not have heard Deck’s approach, but we all saw it, and suddenly, she was being picked up and carried over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
He never said a word as he left with a dangling Georgie that was laughing and cursing at the same time.
Logan watched them leave then without even looking at me he said, “Eme. Bed. Now.”
Oh, caveman Logan. No more rock star with the sexy wink and to-die-for grin.
We said goodnight to everyone, and then as soon as we were out of sight, Logan was slamming me up against the wall and kissing me. “F*ck. I’ve wanted to kiss you all goddamn night.”
His cock pressed into me as his hands weaved into my hair, and we devoured one another. It was wild and raw with nothing but raging need between us. I didn’t think we’d make it to the bedroom, but we stumbled up the stairs, and I had him half naked by the time we got there and slammed the door.
Logan didn’t wait to take my dress off. He yanked it up, and then had me against the door, lifting me up. “Legs,” he demanded.
I wrapped my legs around him, hooking my ankles, and then he plunged inside me.
My head hit the wall hard with each thrust as he groaned and took me without mercy, and I wanted it.
“Harder, Logan.”
His hips 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.
“F*ck.” He was sunk deep inside me, and I could feel his cock 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 naked limbs.