That wasn’t what he wanted to fill. Soon, he would do that. He would wake her up in the middle of the night and settle her on top of him, her mouth to his cock, his mouth to her pussy, and they would lick and suck and eat until they were both full and fell back to sleep perfectly satisfied. He would do it so she knew that he always wanted her. He would take her anytime, anyplace, because she was his.
But this time, he wanted her pussy. He needed to be inside her, connected by their bodies as much as he felt connected to her soul. He tugged on her hair, pulling back, his cock protesting the whole time.
“Am I not doing it right?”
It was so easy to forget how vulnerable she was. She put on that tough-girl, dumb-blonde act as a way to deflect her fear. It was so simple when he really thought about it. Before training with Leo and Wolf and Julian, he would have scratched his head and never really wondered why she acted out. He would have assumed she was just a little crazy, but now he saw it for what it was. She was scared.
He didn’t want her scared. Not ever. He forced her head up, staring down at her. “You are the best I’ve ever had, Georgia Dawson. You’re the only one I want, but I’m not ready for this to end. God, I don’t want to leave here yet. So obey me now. Get up on the desk.”
She hopped up, an eager smile on her face. She seemed so much younger and freer than before. Even last night there had been a tightness on her face, but she seemed sure of him now, sure that he wouldn’t reject her, sure that he was going to satisfy her.
He’d done that. He’d made her feel safe. Loved. God, she was so fucking loved.
He got to his knees and pulled on Georgia’s ankles, dragging her down the desk so he could do what he wanted to do. “Spread your legs. I want to look at it.”
Her pussy. It was really his pussy when he thought about it. She’d signed the contract, so he owned her pussy. It was the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, with pouty pink lips and that little pearl that was the button he liked to push to send her into the stratosphere. Nothing he’d done in his whole life was as satisfying as being the man who made Georgia scream.
“You’re making me crazy, Logan.”
He inhaled her, letting the scent of her arousal coat his senses. “You’re the one who started this, baby. Remember. You said you were my ice cream. I want a nice long lick.”
He gave in to temptation and let his tongue have its way. He devoured her, settling in and letting all the bad shit fly away.
He licked and sucked and enjoyed her, finally giving way to his impulses. Even the night before, he’d held back because she hadn’t really been his. She’d been Seth’s and Seth had generously allowed him to join them, but now…now it was all different. Now he was pretty fucking sure he belonged to her. He was certain he would never love anyone the way he loved her. He had no idea what would happen tomorrow. He was a small-town deputy with very few prospects, and she was a woman who deserved everything money could buy. He wasn’t sure how they would work it out, but none of that mattered now. All that mattered was being with her, replacing the bad memories with the good ones.
They would work it out. They had to because he was damn sure he couldn’t live without her. “My sub.”
He growled the words against her flesh.
And felt her hands in his hair, pulling him up. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark with need, but there was a stubborn set to her jaw, like she knew he wouldn’t like what she was about to say, but she was going to say it anyway. “Not just your sub. I love you, Logan. I want to be your woman. I want to be yours.”
Oh, she was supposed to be still, but she wanted to make demands? He was so going to spank her for that, but not now. No. Now he was going to give her what she wanted because he fucking wanted it, too. She loved him. Georgia loved him. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it, but he wasn’t about to turn that down. He got up, shoving his body off the floor. He could still taste her on his lips, smell her arousal, a spicy, bold scent like Georgia herself. He shoved his pants down and freed his cock. He reached for the condoms and started to roll one on. “Say it again.”
She didn’t hesitate. “I want to be yours.”
“You are mine. You’ve been mine from the minute I saw you.” He’d just been too caught up in his own shit to acknowledge it. He’d been a coward then, but he was finding his strength now. Because of her.
“I was yours long before that,” Georgia whispered back. She reached out for him. “I’ve waited for you all my life, Logan. I’ve waited for you since I knew there might be someone to wait for. I was so nasty in the beginning.”
He grinned. “You were a bitch, baby, and I want you to always knock me on my ass when I need it. Don’t you ever apologize for trying to get what you want, but all you have to do is ask from now on. You’re mine and I’m going to take care of you. Do you understand me? I’m going to be your man, Georgia. I’m your Dom. No one else.”
Seth could top her, but Logan needed that place in her life. He needed it all to himself.
Her hand found his chest, covering the tat there with an obviously possessive hand. Yeah, he’d really fooled her. “You’re already mine, Green. Always mine. I want you to be my man and my Dom.”
There was his woman. He didn’t want to tame her, just play with her for the rest of his life. He reached down and lightly twisted the clips. Georgia in pervertables was just about the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
She shrieked a little. “Oh, my god!”
“On your knees. I have more to do.” So much more.
Georgia started to turn, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this particular demon had been permanently exorcised. Georgia had brushed it away like a ghost who was no longer welcome.
His woman. He reached for the lube because he had work to do.
Chapter Fourteen
Seth stepped out onto Main Street and took a long look down the road. Things weren’t going the way he had planned. He was surprised at how much things had changed. There were new people, new businesses. Time hadn’t stopped and stood still while he was going to school and building his company. And Logan was further away than ever.
And someone was watching Henry’s cabin. Or his. Fuck. He couldn’t be sure. Had he screwed up somewhere along the way? Had he left some thread undone and now it was unraveling? He’d been looking for Henry all day, but apparently he and Nell had left earlier to protest something and wouldn’t be back for a few hours and Henry was currently eschewing cell phones due to radiation or some shit.
The fucker had been in the CIA for years, but now he acted like a Luddite. Seth’s stomach was rolling.
He’d just had a long talk with Stefan Talbot about Logan. It was worse than he could have imagined. Somehow he’d just thought Logan had gotten his ass kicked and he was being a drama queen. Momma Marie hadn’t said much when he’d asked her. There hadn’t been any press coverage. Logan himself always shut the conversation down when he asked about it.
Stef hadn’t pulled any punches or tried to spare Seth the details.
Logan had been tortured. He’d nearly died. Stef had thought he was dead at first, he’d looked so bad. Stef had told him he was pretty sure there wasn’t an inch of Logan that hadn’t been battered and bruised. Logan’s body had healed, but his mind hadn’t, and some of the town was worried he never would.
What was he going to do if he couldn’t convince Logan to give this a try?
For the first time in a long time, Seth wasn’t sure he would get what he wanted.