“You deserve better than that. Xander doesn’t know if you could be the sub he needs because he’s been clear about not giving you the chance to show him. I want to throttle him for how he treated you.”
That was what she had feared most, that Logan would react so badly, leaving her to come between them. And as much as she hated it, his words sent a flare of hope through her. Is there a way she could show Xander she could meet his needs?
“Logan, I was to blame, too.”
“He took advantage of you, Kitten, knowing how you feel about him, and then sent you off into the night alone. Tell me, what is it you do want?”
Shifting on the cushion, Harper set down the chopsticks and pushed the plate in front of her.
Both.
Logan’s enthusiasm and infectious energy and Xander’s stoic, careful, calculating mind were a heady combination. Logan, with his spiky blond hair and Xander with his cap of sleek black. Two men, opposites in so many ways, and she wanted them both.
The thought of not having Xander in her life crushed her, and the thought of Logan rejecting her made her heart feel like it was ripped in two.
She gathered the dishes, bringing them to the kitchen, feeling Logan’s potent glare as he tracked her across the room.
“I don’t want anything to change,” she said.
“Really?” Logan strode across the room, his fingers gripping her shoulder as he turned her to face him. “Nothing?”
“No,” Harper shook her head firmly.
His lips crashed on hers, his tongue dominating hers as she parted her mouth open for him. He pinned her against the counter, his knee between her legs. “What about wearing my collar around your neck?”
Harper shuddered as his blazing hot fingertips circled her neck. Her heart thumped against her chest. God, she couldn’t believe he was asking her this. She had thought about this, longed for it and she could feel another onslaught of tears as she felt the relief from not being rejected by him.
“You’re not mad at me?”
“No, Harper. I told you I wouldn’t be, and I’m not. When we were in Club Bandit tonight and I saw you watch me as I fondled Sasha, a switch went off in my brain. I can commit to the right person, someone who doesn’t mind me doing demonstrations, tying up other girls. I can commit to you.” He brushed his hand through her hair.
Harper shook her head. “My feelings for Xander aren’t resolved.”
“Everyone wants to pretend life doesn’t happen by getting ‘closure.’” Logan air quoted the words as he said them, “but Kitten, life is messy. I know your feelings are unresolved, but wearing my collar might give you the security you need. You can count on me.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harper said. “And yes, I would love to wear your collar.”
The grin split his face into a sunbeam, and Harper laughed as he picked her up, carrying her down to the bedroom.
“Good enough for me,” Logan said. “Let me show you how much I adore you, Harper.”
She giggled as his breath tickled her neck and she clung to his shoulders. Being in his embrace felt so right. He tossed her on the bed, placing his arms on either side of her.
“The whole time I was away last week, all I could think about was you.” Logan kissed the column of her throat, pressing down on her. She felt his hardness through his slacks and her hips rose off the bed.
“I missed you too,” she said. Her hands went to his waistband. “Sir, may I please you?”
He ran his hands through her hair, bringing her forward. “You do please me, Kitten.”
The low drawl in his voice sent pinpricks of pleasure through her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he brought her to the edge of the bed, lifting her smoothly. “And yes, you may.”
She smiled, her hands working quickly to unfasten his button, pulling his zipper down. Logan helped her slide off his slacks, and a moment later, his glorious cock was free.
She lightly ran her fingertips on the underside, then slid in between his feet, flowing to her knees. As her mouth closed over him, Harper closed her eyes. There was comfort in being between his legs, in being wanted. His hand fisted through her hair, and she moaned around his cock.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - LOGAN
Loganstifledagroanand leaned back, hissing at the pressure of her fingers around his balls. “Your mouth feels so right. So damn good.” He placed a hand on the back of her neck.
