“You know what my vote will be,” Gabe said. “Think I’ll get another. You?”
“I’m good.” One drink was his limit while playing, and as he saw Harper visibly sigh, he grinned at his friend. “Harper, go with Gabe to the bar and ask Victor for a bucket of ice.”
Gabe slapped him on the shoulders and gave him a grin. As she unfurled herself from her kneeling position, Logan bit his lip. He might make her do that several million times. The graceful, effortless way she unfolded her body and rose to her feet was downright sinful.
“Of course, Sir.”
Logan exhaled as Harper walked through the crowded club, Gabe at her side. Ever since he got back from Latvia, she had been withdrawn. That damn mission resulted in little being accomplished. If the sale of stealth technology had happened, they were too late. A broken shipping crate beside the church gave Nick the opinion that they had missed the sale, but Logan had his doubts. They spent three days in cold, wet conditions before searching the outer corners of the town, trying to ask people if they saw anything suspicious in the village in the last week and then their ride out of there had been delayed, so they’d slept in the forsaken airport for a night.
There were worse jobs he had been on, but it annoyed him this one didn’t go through and he felt annoyed at Xander for sending them.
Jordan died on a job. Logan hated that and missed his friend. But even if Xander tracked down who was behind it, it would not bring their buddy back. They were short-staffed and in high demand. Logan knew they could help people, not going across the planet in search of mysterious technology, that was maybe used months ago.
“Going to stay to watch your scene,” Gabe said as they came back.
“Good,” Logan fist-bumped his friend.
“Here you go.” Harper passed him a pail of ice cubes.
“Hold on to it.”
Harper gave a long sigh. Logan frowned. He’d had enough of his Kitten’s attitude.
When he had returned from the mission, he’d taken Harper out to lunch and watched as she pushed food around her plate. Later, he took her to dinner, where she checked her phone every two minutes. Back at his place, a phone call from his Uncle Ed had killed his mood. Logan knew he was on borrowed time before his life imploded and he had to take on working for the bastard full time. It made him feel jumpy and brought his patience level down.
When Logan had asked Harper what was wrong, she’d shrugged, claimed she was tired and switched the topic.
He had thought they’d made progress, but it wasn’t enough if she couldn’t confide in him.
Logan wanted in under her skin, he wanted in behind those thick walls of hers, and tonight, he was going to bulldoze right through them.
While he was in that sodding field in the middle of nowhere, all he’d thought about was coming back to see her. To her smile, her warmth, her quick wit. He remembered how she tasted when she came on his tongue, how the climax painted her body, making her all soft and boneless. He wanted this woman with everything he had, and Logan needed to show her, no matter what it was. He could handle anything, and she could trust him.
From across the room, he watched as Dev’s sub, Liz, finished wiping the station, he had reserved. As soon as Liz stepped up from the room, his toy bag was whisked over and set on a side table.
“It’s our turn, Kitten.” He placed a hand on her elbow.
“Okay,” Harper said.
“Okay, who?” He pressed his fingers into her elbow, holding her gaze.
“Okay, Sir,” Harper’s eyes flashed with annoyance.
“Feeling ornery, are we?” He crushed her to his chest, the pail of ice between them. He pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth. “You’ll feel differently by the time I’m done with you, Kitten”
Her shoulders hunched up and her green eyes went wide in surprise.
“I’m fine. Let’s play,” Harper snapped.
She took two steps ahead of him, her shoulders flung back.
As he reached for her, a sub with long, silky black hair and light brown skin, with her arms trussed behind her in rope, stepped in front of him.
“Sir, please use my nipples?”
Logan grinned. Harper turned to look at what was going on, a slender finger on her lips. Logan glanced over at Finn, the sub’s Dom and husband and grinned.
“What did you do now, little brat?” Logan asked as he took a dark nipple in his finger and thumb, pinching hard.
