Swamp’s gaze shoots from me to Priest and back to Logan before he gulps, then says, “Suggested you’d make a killing on stage.”
Logan freezes before she bursts into laughter—a beautiful fucking sound. “As if. I have two left feet on a good day. I’d break an ankle on that stage.” Shaking her head, she walks back to the bar and laughs with the bartender, who glances over at us and grins, giving a thumbs-up.
Priest drops a hand on my shoulder, preventing me from going over there to kick the guy’s ass. “She’s taking care of herself. Can’t fault a man for having good taste.” Shooting my friend a look, he shrugs. “Look, man, at the end of the day, she’s riding our dicks, not some lowlife’s. We’ve won the fucking jackpot, and she’s too good of a woman to fuck around.”
Chugging the rest of my beer, I’m relieved to hear “last call” shouted from behind the bar. The girls on stage are finishing up their final dances of the night, and the servers are cleaning up after customers as they leave. My gaze follows Logan around the room until she finishes and heads to the back.
“Time for us to go.” I get to my feet and walk over to Trevor, wiping down the bar. “Let her know we’re outside.” He confirms he will and goes back to work.
“We bringing her back to the clubhouse with us?” Priest wonders as we lean against our bikes. Swamp and Easy are waiting with us.
“No. She’s going home. I want her to ask us to bring her back to the club before we take her there again. I’m putting all the decisions on her now because so far, we’ve taken over her world.”
“I don’t like it,” my friend grunts.
“Me either, but Logan is only now getting her first taste of freedom. I don’t want her thinking we’re controlling her, and neither do you.”
“Fair enough.” Once Priest thinks about it, he’ll better understand what I mean.
I continue, “We need to get on planning our trip to Montgomery as well. The sooner those two fuckers are dealt with and out of her life for good, the better.”
“I don’t fucking like it,” Priest says. “She’s too exposed not being with us, and who knows if those assholes took your warning seriously enough to actually leave.”
He paces in front of me, and I understand the frustration and concern. We’ve never had anyone like her in our lives before, and despite the shit we do, the people we get paid to kill, we’ve never felt such a strong connection to a woman like we do Logan.
“Then I guess we’ll just camp out front of her building. They show up, they die.”
Priest’s wicked grin matches my own now, and he finally looks alive.
Logan exits the club with a couple of the dancers, escorted by the bouncers until they reach their vehicles. Her face lights up when she spots us, as if she didn’t know we’d wait.
“You stayed.”
“Of course we did,” Priest says, dragging her into his body and devouring her mouth in a searing kiss that makes her melt in his embrace.
Watching his hands caress across her nearly bare back, veins popping as he digs his fingers into her flesh gets me wondering what it’d feel like to have him doing it to me too.
Fuck.
I try to shake it from my mind, yet the image remains, and I lose control. Squishing Logan between us, I grip his hair and drag him from her lips to mine, uncaring that we have an audience because this is fucking right.
“Holy fuck,” Easy mutters, and I can feel them staring at us, but I don’t care. Not when Logan turns around to rub herself against me. Her lips touch the base of my throat, and she lets out this whiny moan that jerks my dick to life.
“Can we now?” We pull apart at her breathless question.
“Not tonight. You need to rest.” Turning her down is hard as hell. Her pout makes it harder, and I almost cave.
Priest warns, “Don’t pout, sprite. That spanking you’re earning won’t be nearly as fun if you keep it up,” causing her eyes to light up, but she nods. “Good girl,” he whispers against her throat while kissing her. I swear to fuck, the woman purrs like a damn cat every time we praise her.
“Time to get you home, hellcat.”
She looks exhausted, with shadows under her eyes that are barely covered by her makeup. Also, she’s still healing from Connor’s attack several days ago.
“Fine, if I must.” It’s amusing witnessing her dramatic personality come out now that she feels safer with us.
Swatting her ass, she jumps, yelps, and shoots a wink over her shoulder before I pick her up and plant her fine ass on the back of Priest’s bike, where he’s already straddling the beast. Logan doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms and legs around him after I’ve secured her helmet for the ride.
As I’m about to climb onto my bike, Swamp and Easy raise questioning brows at me while Easy asks, “That’s a new development, right?”
