He brought her around him and she brought the sponge along his back, over his ass, with full attention and care. Logan almost groaned in pleasure.
Taking the sponge from her, he kissed her. “Thank you, Kitten.”
She glowed.
His stomach sunk, the feeling he had tried to ignore for the past couple of weeks, threading through his body. She needed more than what he could give her.
Holding up her hair, he ran the sponge over her neck, between her breasts, over her ass.
He tossed the sponge, and his fingers slid into her depths. He brought her back against his chest.
“Can you give me one more of your orgasms?” he asked.
“Yes!” Harper cried. He flicked her clit, his fingers deep in her pussy and he felt her go on her toes as he mercilessly finger fucked her.
“God, Logan!” Harper cried. He caught her in his arms, turned off the water, and helped her out of the shower.
“Can you stay on your feet for one moment?”
From half-lidded eyes, she nodded.
He grabbed a towel, drying her from head to toe. He quickly dried himself off and scooped her up in his arms, because he could.
He tucked her in bed, putting the sheet upon her chin.
“Tomorrow, Kitten, we need to talk. Nothing is wrong, I just need to figure out how best to care for you,” he said, kissing away the frown on her forehead.
His cell blasted, and he found it in the pants pocket on the floor. Damn it.
“What is it, Ed?”
“Logan, you need to get your ass down here right away! No more fooling around, I need to see you tonight.”
Logan sighed. He didn’t want to go. “Can this wait till tomorrow?”
“No, it fuckin can’t,” Ed snapped.
“Okay, I’ll be there in thirty,” he said, closing his cell.
“I understand,” Harper said.
“Thank you. You walked away from your whole life, Harper. I can stop playing hero and go work for the bastard. It’ll give me enough money to take care of you in the way you should be.”
“Logan, you don’t have to take care…”
He pressed a finger on her lips. “I told you, not another word about it. We’ll talk tomorrow. I don’t want to leave you here by yourself.”
“I’m okay,” Harper said.
“I didn’t say you weren’t. I’m calling one of the Bandit Brothers. Say another word and I’ll paddle your ass. Who would you rather have if you get to pick one?”
“Gabe,” Harper said without hesitation. “He needs the distraction, and he’s unobtrusive and won’t want to install crazy software on my phone.”
“Nick’s a bastard like that.” Logan smiled. He gave her another kiss, stepped out of the room, and called Gabe.
Gabe agreed to come over to keep Harper company. “I’ll be there in ten.”
Logan paused, thinking he might call someone else, but shook his head. She hadn’t mentioned his name and he wouldn’t until she did. But it was clear Harper was missing something, and he knew exactly what it was and who could give it to her.
