“Such as?”
“How I feel about you. Like I said before; I haven’t felt this way about anyone. I want to know you. I want to find out about all the things that make you tick, and for a person who really doesn’t like many people, that’s sayin’ somethin’.”
She smiles, kissing me as I grab her ass. “Mmm.”
“You’re a sex maniac, you know that?”
“Talk about me, you’re the one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself all night.”
“Can one blame me with an angel like you by my side?”
She gazes down and I cup her face. “Kiss me.”
I grin. “Do me.”
She laughs as I roll her over onto her back, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Such a way with words.”
I shift my head to suck one nipple into my mouth and she moans. “I’m gonna treat these tits to my tongue before I come all over them, and then I’m gonna feed it to you.”
She sputters, her eyes dancing with delight. “I had no idea you were so dirty, Mr. Dawson.”
“Better get used to it,” I say, kissing her neck as I mutter against her skin, “Your ass is next.”
Sleep can wait. I need my girl.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Payden
My body feels wrecked. The man lying by my side, spooning me, is a machine. That big, fat, pierced cock of his punished me, and despite what he said, my ass can wait.
The protective way his arm folds over me as we sleep is the most comforting thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never been a cuddler, and I’ve never really enjoyed sharing a bed with someone because I like my own space. Plus, I get hot when I sleep, and when I’m hot I get annoyed. Somehow, Logan bypassed all of those annoying traits that drive me nuts. Go figure.
It has nothing to do with his confession last night… okay, maybe it does. A little thrill runs through me at how quickly we both came to the same conclusion. We both have feelings for each other that go far beyond the bedroom. I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t enjoy Logan’s fine spectacle of a body, or what he can do with that giant dick, but hot and heavy never lasts very long.
When Logan tells me he’ll keep me safe, I believe him.
He told me about that video. At first, I wanted to see it, then when I thought more about it, what would it honestly bring? I’ve seen enough carnage these past few days to last a lifetime. But something is for sure; Ryan covered this up and there is no doubt in my mind he was working for the other side. Or being bribed. Regardless, he should’ve gone to the police, that’s exactly what I would’ve done had I received that footage. It was intended for me, after all. I need to talk to Becca when they get her here and find out what the fuck is really going on. If this was her leverage, she did one heck of a job keeping it under wraps.
It’s early when I rise as I head to the little kitchen. It’s nothing fancy but has the basics like a coffee maker and a fridge. I make myself and Logan a coffee and head back upstairs. Dozer lifts his head as I appear with the mugs, but he immediately plops back down.
Logan rouses and sits up when I pad back into the bedroom, running a hand through his messy hair. I smile to myself.
“Morning, sleepy head.”
He yawns, stretching out. “Surely it can’t be mornin’ already?”
“Yep. Just after six.”
“Six?” He reaches for his phone, then sinks back into the pillows. “Why did you get up so early?” He pats the space next to him. “Come back to bed.”
“Can’t sleep,” I say, placing his coffee on the side table next to where he’s lying. “I think the last few days are catching up with me.”
“That reminds me. Sawyer, Haze, and Hustler are headed here. With Erica bein’ so close to havin’ the baby, Brew is stayin’ behind.”
I blink in surprise. “I get that about Erica, but why are they coming? Is everything okay?”
