No man has ever made me come as many times as he did. Or made me feel quite so small and delicate. A rare feat when you’re taller than most of the men you meet. Even though I’ll never seehim again, and there’s absolutely no hope of finding him since we didn’t even exchange last names, I find myself wondering about him. What he does for a living, who those guys were with him at the club, if he was relieved when he woke up to find me gone?
For a few dozen miles, I let myself imagine what it would be like to be taken care of by a man like him. Someone confident and capable. Someone determined to give as much pleasure as he receives. I build him up to be the perfect man and imagine what would happen if he saw me again.
“Blair?It is you. I’ve searched for you on every face I pass in the street.” Logan stares at me for another heartbeat, and then he moves, crossing the space between us and wrapping me up in his arms. We’re in the middle of a crowded city, and pedestrians stream around us as we stand, oblivious, in the middle of the sidewalk.
“Logan? What are you doing here?”
His large hands cup my face as his eyes drink me in. “I live here. What are you doing here?”
Kismet. Serendipity. Fate. “I live here too.”
“I’ve thought about you every day. After our night together, you were seared into my soul. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep. I haven’t so much as looked at another woman.” He claims my mouth with a desperate, hungry kiss. All I can do is moan as I open for him. It’s electrifying. Every atom in my body lights up. “Fuck. I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine, now. I’m going to take care of you.”
“It’s not just me,” I whisper, bracing for his rejection. I come with baggage most men don’t want to deal with. “My little brother… I’m all he has now.”
“Not anymore,” Logan murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine. “He has me now. You both have me. You’re not alone anymore.”
“Blair.Blair!”
I jump slightly at Reed’s bark, jerking the wheel just enough to swerve within my lane. My heart thunders in my chest.
“Jesus. Earth to Blair.” Reed’s dark brown eyes narrow. “I need to pee.”
“Right,” I say, exhaling shakily. “I need coffee anyway. We’ll stop at the next exit.” I offer my little brother a tight smile. He rolls his eyes.
Right.A daydream. That was just a daydream. And why I should never be allowed to have another one-night stand. Because here I am, creating some idealistic fairytale about a man I don’t know. A man who told me outright that things like love and relationships will never be one of his life goals. Not to mention, I’m never going to see him again. He’s not going to show up one day and sweep me off my feet. There will be no rescuing this damsel in distress. Logan the Viking will never take care of me and Reed. No one will.
No one but me.
The rhythmic clicking of my turn signal punctuates the thought as I pull off the highway for coffee and a pit stop.
No one will take care of me and Reed. We’re on our own.I’mon my own. That’s how it’s been for five long years. And that’s more than likely how it will stay.
People leave. People die. Even if they have the best of intentions, people walk away when things get messy.
Everything is up to me. There’s no point indulging in fantasies.
four
LOGAN
“Dude, what’s wrong with you?”Ryder Hanson, the only rookie to make it into our inner circle, asks as he flops down next to me on the team plane.
“The woman he slept with last night pulled a disappearing act before he could,” Sebastian tells him with twitching lips. The bastard thinks this is hilarious. When he woke up and I wasn’t in his room, he called me to make sure some deranged fan hadn’t murdered or kidnapped me. Can’t go losing a member of our team before the preseason even starts. Apparently, being ditched by my partner for the night is just as juicy as if I had been kidnapped.
Ryder’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Seriously?”
I slump back in my seat, rolling my eyes. “It’s not a big deal. I set my alarm for three a.m., and when I woke up, she was already gone. It was convenient, actually. Meant I got to sleep the whole night in my own bed.” And that had been nice. But what I won’t admit is that waking up to an empty bed—no note or number on the pillow—threw me for a loop.
No woman has ever snuck out on me before. Even though the women I take to bed are completely on board with my one-and-done policy, most of them find sneaky ways to try to get me to stay. They hide one of my shoes or fall asleep on my chest with their legs wrapped around mine because they think it’ll trap me and maybe then I’ll spend the whole night.
Never once, in the history of bedding beautiful women, have I woken up alone.
It shouldn’t bother me, but fuck. Did she not have a good time? Sure seemed like she did when she was moaning and writhing on my dick, screaming my name and shuddering with her fifth orgasm of the night.
Was she faking it?
No. You can’t fake an orgasm that makes you nearly convulse.
