And she wasn’t stupid. That G on his chest had nothing to do with his last name. He was a foolish male who didn’t want to admit he’d gotten caught in her clumsily placed trap, but he was in it and she wasn’t about to let him go.
She wasn’t letting either of them go.
Logan leaned forward, obviously still looking for a way out. “The amount of contracts I’ve signed means nothing, Georgia. You’re not at all disturbed that I’m asking you to sign a contract that gives me rights to your body? You’re willing to allow our relationship to be limited to what’s on this piece of paper? In a standardized contract?”
He needed to get over that contract thing. It was something he hid behind. She grabbed a pen off the big desk beside her and strode to Logan’s workspace. Without a second thought, she took the contract, flipped to the back page, and signed her name. “There. Now you can relax.”
His jaw dropped open. “Georgia, you didn’t even read it.”
She didn’t need to. She knew this man. It was funny. Seth had talked about his best friend for weeks before coming to Colorado and how brave and loyal he was and all she’d been able to think about was that whoever that guy was, he had nothing on Logan Green. God, she’d made him crazy and he’d still come running for her when she was in danger. He’d still pulled her out of the fire and made sure she was safe. If Seth was her Prince Charming, then Logan was her Knight in Shining Armor. His armor was just a little rusty. “I trust you. Isn’t that what all of this D/s stuff is about? Trust and communication?”
He frowned, looking down at the contract. “I don’t know how we can communicate if you don’t even read the thing. You need a keeper.”
She had to admit, he kind of rocked the khaki uniform. She’d never found the color sexy before, but Logan was hot in everything. He was so big and gorgeous that it was hard to remember how vulnerable he really was. “Logan, you need the contract. I know what it says. It talks about rights and obligations and sex and weird freaky sex and it makes you feel safe, so I signed it. As to me needing a keeper, I kind of thought I just got one.”
His jaw firmed as he looked down at the contract. “I haven’t signed anything yet, and I don’t know if I should.”
His voice was so quiet, her heart nearly skipped a beat. Her first instinct was to panic, but she stilled the impulse. He needed her. She could see that plainly. And she could definitely see that if she wanted a shot with these two amazing men, she needed to grow up. She put her hand over his. “What scares you about it?”
She was a little surprised when he didn’t move away from her. He was still, but he didn’t move. “You don’t know everything about me.”
She knew all the important stuff. She knew he had a big heart and he was stubborn as hell and he was a hero. Even when he’d been a kid, he’d been a hero. Seth had told her a story about how Logan had saved him from a man who’d held a gun to his head years before. Logan hadn’t flinched, even as an untested teen. But he seemed to have something he needed to say. “You could tell me.”
He shook his head. “I can’t. Not yet.”
Patience wasn’t usually her thing, but since she’d come to Bliss, a lot of things had been changing. When she really thought about it, it wasn’t the trip to Bliss that had started her change. That had begun the minute she’d met Logan Green. Without meeting Logan, she never would have been ready for Seth. She would have been a blustery brat throwing up every bit of armor she had to protect herself from rejection. Logan had softened her up, and Seth had delivered the deathblow to her childish persona. “You don’t have to tell me everything, just what you want to.”
Logan stood up. “I don’t want to talk about any of it, Georgia. I want it to go away. I want to wake up and find out that the last year and a half was a bad dream.”
She leaned into him. She knew he’d been through something bad. Chase had said Logan had gotten his ass kicked. Ben had called it torture. Georgia had been reading about Dominance and submission, and despite her attempts to look like she couldn’t care less, she knew one of the things in that contract she hadn’t read would be about comfort. She’d read the contract Nat had signed. The Dominant owed the submissive protection and comfort. Maybe that was all one-way in the contract, but there was something implied underneath, the way it was in a marriage. The man could be all stalwart and stuff, but deep down, it went both ways. If she’d just become Logan Green’s sub, then she wanted to comfort her Dom. She slowly slid her arms around his lean waist and rested her head against his chest.
It took him a moment, but his arms came up and circled her, holding her more tenderly than she could remember. He’d made love to her before, but this was something even sweeter. This was kindness and caring.
“Georgia, I think I might be broken inside. I don’t know that I’m good for you. I’ve been in therapy for months and I just called my shrink and had to tell him I’d been lying about a whole bunch of stuff. I thought I was fine. I really did, but I’m not, and I don’t know that I should put you through that.”
“Do you care about me?” She tilted her head up, loving the strong line of his jaw and that little hint of a beard that never seemed to go away no matter how often he shaved. After the meeting had broken up, his other mom had come in and talked with everyone. Teeny had come armed with some photo albums. She had shown Georgia pictures of Logan as a child, and it had been so hard to equate that sweet-faced, gangly kid with the rough man she loved.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Logan, answer the question.”
His lips turned down in a frown, and his eyes got steely.
“Please,” she tried and snuggled closer. “Sir.”
He sighed, the frown fading. “God, you’re a brat. I’m crazy about you, and you know it. You also know I’ve never signed a contract before and, you’re right, Kitten doesn’t count. She’s the only person I’ve ever met who’s more fucked up than me.”
Georgia shook her head. “Oh, no, I think you passed her, Sir. The last time I saw her she was almost normal.”
He smacked her ass. “Brat.” His cheek came to rest against her hair. “But you’re right because at least Kitten will talk about what happened to her. God, she can talk. Like forever. I know more about Kitten’s cage and her upkeep than I ever hoped to know.”
“So you should talk to me. If you care about me, then I want in, Logan. You’re not dragging me down. You’re giving me the chance to lift you up. I want that chance. I know you think I’m superficial, but I don’t want to be. I want to mean something special to you.”
“You are special.” His hand found her hair, his fingers tangling in it.
“Then talk to me. I’ll tell you about my craptastic childhood and you can tell me all the bad things. If you like, we can call Seth and make it a drinking game. We’re both kids with crappy parents. Seth and I will get drunk off our butts really fast.”
A slow smile slid across his face, and Georgia’s heart lit up. She’d put that smile there. “Yeah, Seth’s dad was pretty terrible, and his mom wasn’t any better.”
“My mom was a stripper who only married my dad because she got pregnant, and then she took him for everything she could and ran off with a European hustler named Reynaldo. I haven’t seen or heard from her in fifteen years.”
He hissed a little, a grimace on his face. “Yikes. I can’t help you with the ‘bad parent Olympics.’ I kind of lucked out. I mean, my dad was psychotic crazy, but Momma Marie took care of him.”
“I love your Momma. I love Teeny, too, but Marie is all shades of awesome.”
A little laugh shook through him, and she could feel his interest rising. His erection was right there against her belly. Without her heels, she barely made it to the middle of his chest. He was so big and strong, he made her feel downright petite. “I would not have guessed you would get along with my scariest mom, but I shouldn’t be surprised. Seth was worried, but I knew you would hold your own.”