“You asshole. That is a Prada bag.” She was in full-on crazy mode. “You want to make me a prostitute, too.”
“Logan.” Nell was standing up now, her mouth turned down. “Are you trying to turn this girl into a prostitute? Because while I uphold a woman’s right to do what she wants with her body, I have to protest it when a young woman is forced into human trafficking. Not just young women. Any women. And men. And animals, too. Don’t think it doesn’t happen. I’ve seen it on the Internet.”
God, if he didn’t get this under control, they would all get a lecture on the evils of human trafficking. Still. He couldn’t resist. He’d grown so bitter and sarcastic in his old age. “I’m not planning on sending her around the world, Nell. And I’m not going to make her a prostitute. I’m going to teach her how to be my sub so she won’t smack me upside the head with purses anymore.”
“It’s a handbag, asshole.” Georgia turned to Nell, obviously sensing that Nell was the weak link. “He is totally trying to turn me into a prostitute. He wants to share me with his friend.”
Nell smiled as though deeply relieved. “Oh, thank god. I was worried for a minute. Welcome to Bliss.”
There were some advantages to living in America’s freakiest town.
“You should put a collar on that one, Logan. She looks like the type to run away.” Luckily Nell already had a Dom. Henry didn’t move from his chair. “Although she wasn’t going to get far in those heels. Still, you should get her a collar and a leash.”
Fuck. He’d just realized that. Henry fucking Flanders was a goddamn Dom. Now that he’d been properly trained, he recognized all the subtle signs. Henry was a quiet top, but Logan would bet he was nasty in the bedroom. Logan frowned. Yuck. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Henry was like forty and shit. Should he really be having sex?
Nell sent Henry a look that could freeze the balls off an ape on testosterone. “You can’t put a woman on a leash, Henry. You would never do that to me.”
Henry simply sat back, a smile curling up his lips. “Oh, you have your leash, my love. Why do think I buy you new Birkenstocks every couple of years? No one can run in Birkenstocks. They keep you tethered to me.”
“You’re a son of a bitch!” Georgia didn’t seem to care about the secondary conversation. She was going straight for the throat. “Did you think I would just spread my legs? Did you think you could treat me like crap and I would still fuck you?”
She had a point there. He’d treated her like she didn’t exist because it hurt to look at her when he couldn’t touch her.
But he’d made a deal with Seth, and he could touch her now. She was in so much trouble. They all were. And honesty was the best policy.
“You’re right, Georgia. I was a shit and I’m sorry. I would go home and have the very lovely dinner you cooked if you hadn’t already tossed the whole damn thing in the trash. Now turn that sweet ass around and get back to the cabin so we can sit down and have an adult conversation about this because it’s serious. It’s not something we should be talking about on Nell and Henry’s front yard.”
Henry smiled. “Don’t mind us. We don’t have cable. This is the best entertainment I’ve had in a while.”
Nell frowned his way. “Henry!”
Henry shrugged. “Tell me you’re not taking notes, baby.”
Logan tried to ignore them. “Come with me, Georgia, and we can do all this privately.”
“Fuck you, Logan.” She said all the right words, but she didn’t move. In fact, she leaned toward him, every action her body made calling to his senses.
His blood was pumping, thrumming pleasantly through his veins. This was where he wanted to be. And she was damn straight the woman he wanted to be here with. He had to give her every option. He couldn’t sit down and negotiate with her. Not yet. Not until Hurricane Georgia had passed. “I am giving you the rules right here and right now. You can walk back to our cabin and stand near my SUV and I’ll take you into town and find you a way out of here.”
“No,” Seth practically yelled. “No. She’s not leaving.”
He was being a drama queen. Of course she wasn’t leaving. She wasn’t going anywhere because she wanted this fight. She wanted to be taken down. She was practically begging for it. If she gave him one single tell that she didn’t want this, he would back off. All she had to do was say no, move away, turn her back, walk over to his SUV. But there was a glint in her eyes and worse, her nipples were rigid against that thin little shirt she was wearing.
She didn’t take a step back. Her lower lip came out, and she moved even closer to him. She utterly ignored Seth’s little outburst. “Fuck you, Logan. You can shove your SUV up your ass.”
Heat sizzled through his system. Why did this one woman make him crazy? Why couldn’t he find a nice, easy submissive and settle into a relationship where no one screamed at him or fought him like a scalded cat? He’d watched his moms and they never had moments like this. Their relationship was a placid lake of calm and a source of deep strength for both of them. What he and Georgia had was a flash fire that threatened to burn them both. He couldn’t see it lasting forever. He couldn’t live like that, but he also couldn’t let her go.
And if he couldn’t walk away, then it was time to take control. For all three of them.
“Georgia, are you sure?” He felt a certain peace come over him. Oh, his cock was hard as a rock, but he could see everything playing out now that he’d made the decision to take charge.
“I’m sure you’ve got a tiny little dick hiding away in those khakis.” Georgia wasn’t calm. Georgia was completely out of control. That much was clear.
He gave her a slow smile, loving the way that gorgeous face kind of screwed up because she couldn’t seem to figure out why he was smiling. He had her just a little confused, and it was about to get worse. “Your way, baby. Not mine. I was going to do this easy, but I think you like it rough.”
She opened her mouth, but before she could spit more bile at him, he lunged forward, sank his left shoulder right across her belly, folding her neatly in two for easy transportation.
“What the hell are you doing?” She screamed, and he felt her fists on his back. Maybe not so easy transportation, but it was quicker than dragging her caveman style. Though she’d be real cute that way. Especially if she was naked first. Yeah, they would have to try that later.
His cock approved of the image. Hell, his cock didn’t even mind that his back was being forced to take one for the team. He kept her off kilter, holding her thighs tight to his chest. Damn, but he could actually smell her arousal. She was just as turned on as he was. Why the hell had he waited? She wasn’t some virginal priss who didn’t know the score. He and Georgia could have some nasty, filthy, gorgeous sex and then he would turn her over to Seth, who could handle loving her. “Nell, Henry, I hope you have a pleasant evening. You’ll excuse me, but I have a sub to discipline.”
“If you lay one hand on me, you fucking meathead, I will call the cops on you,” Georgia vowed.
“I am the cops, darlin’.” He smacked her ass hard with his free hand.
Georgia gasped, a breathy, sexy sound. And then she seemed to remember that she was the victim here and screamed. “You pathetic, craphole, idiotic fuckmeister!”
Logan smiled at Seth, who had gone a little white. Yeah, he hadn’t met Hurricane Georgia until now. “She has a way with words when she gets like this.” He smacked her ass again, this time harder. “But she’s going to learn to keep it sweet, aren’t you, baby? You wanted the bull? You gotta take the horns, too. You are going to get a whole lot of horn tonight.”