Authors: Shayla Black
Belong to Me (33 page)
All but snarling, she yanked off her suit coat and panties, then struggled out of her bra without taking off her shirt. She tossed everything at Logan—then gasped. Even the slightest movement of her silk blouse against her nipples sent a shiver through her. Quickly, the little buds hardened, stood up.
Logan noticed immediately and ran a thumb over one. “So fucking pretty. I can’t wait to strip this off and get deep inside you again.”
“Don’t say things like that,” she protested, but it sounded weak, even to her own ears.
Tara wanted him again, the force of her desire like a tornado swirling uncontrollably inside her. And it wasn’t just the way he touched her; it was
him
. He alone commanded her body.
him
. He alone commanded her body.
That was a hard realization, along with her growing awareness that her feelings weren’t simply those of a girl pining for the first boy she’d ever loved, but a woman desperately infatuated with a man destined to get over her eventually and move on with his life.
If she called him on it, he’d only deny it. Logan could be a pit bull like that. He certainly had been in high school, and she hadn’t been able to keep him. Extenuating circumstances aside, she doubted she’d be able to hold him now. Hell, she hadn’t even been able to make Brad happy. How would she ever please a man like Logan for long? It was just the case throwing them together. He’d figure that out soon.
She swallowed down the crushing sadness, focusing on anger. It, at least, was safe.
“Just shut up and let’s go.” She stepped into her skirt and shoes, ridiculously aware of her nudity beneath her clothes, and headed for the door.
With every step, she bounced and jiggled. The silk lining of her skirt brushed the sensitive cheeks of her ass. Even her thighs took notice of the sudden stimulation. And those nipples that Logan had stroked hard again? They reveled in every sensual slide of the fabric, engorging even more. Tara gritted her teeth, wondering if she’d make it out to the parking lot without shoving his pants down and demanding sex. That would serve him right. She frowned. Or was that his plan?
With a sharp economy of movement, he locked up the cabinet, then followed her, locking the dungeon door behind him. In silence, they headed to the club’s common areas, and Tara couldn’t stop herself from looking around, wondering if the scum who’d murdered Logan’s mother—and wanted to kill her—was watching her even now. Around her, the music thumped and bodies gyrated on the floor in the distance as others played out scenes full of their favorite kink. Logan himself continually scanned the crowds, looking for trouble. Thorpe and Bocelli, along with Axel and Jason, had all fanned around the room and were scanning the guests.
“If he’s smart, he’s long gone,” she murmured over her shoulder.
Logan was right there with a hand at the small of her back. He bumped her side, and she felt the unmistakable outline of a gun. “If he’s not, I’m ready.”
Her FBI-issued piece was in her purse, tucked against her side. If there were danger, she’d be ready, too.
Quickly, Logan hustled her to the door. The anxiety that balled her stomach didn’t start to unravel until they were secure in his truck and were backing out of the parking lot.
“What will happen to my car?”
“I’ll ask Thorpe to bring it by my condo while you’re gone.”
So she’d have to retrieve it when they returned from the mission. “Why doesn’t he just take it to Adam’s house?”
“God damn it, Cherry.” He turned to her with not just anger on his harshly angled face, but hurt. “Why are you trying so hard to avoid talking or thinking about our future after this mission? You’re crazy if you think we don’t have feelings between us to hash out when all this is over. You told your boss that we were going our separate ways afterward. That’s bullshit.”
“You made a deal,” she objected, both thrilled and terrified that Logan seemed so determined to pursue her.
“Which you violated when you argued with me about your wardrobe choice five minutes ago, among other things. Since you pushed back, I’m coming after you. End of conversation.”
“I don’t understand you. I’m all for helping you move on from the past and—”
“So it’s okay if I try to fuck you out of my system. I just can’t try to love my way back into your heart?”
His ugly question made her wince. “You’re totally misunderstanding me. I just don’t . . . I don’t want to get hurt again, okay?”
“Hurting and losing you the first time damn near killed me. I won’t let it happen again.”
Tara sat back in her seat, watching the sparse Dallas traffic slide by. It was warm, despite being nearly one in the morning. But the vibe across the seat was chilly.
Was Logan serious? He seemed so free with his feelings. Then again, he had been in high school, too. She’d spent so many years since then thinking he was a liar and a user. Knowing why he’d dumped her helped, but everything was happening so fast. Still, she couldn’t deny that Logan had spent five celibate years. Missing her? It seemed so. She sighed, not certain how to process it now. She was exhausted.
“And I’m doing my best to believe you, but let me catch up. You’ve had twelve years to reconcile the reason for our split. I’ve had twelve hours.”
“Patience isn’t high on my list of attributes, but I’ll do my best.” Logan sighed. “You hungry, Cherry?”
The food would probably do her good, but she shook her head. “I just want to sleep.”
Logan grunted, but said nothing else as he drove to her motel room. When she found the key at the bottom of her purse, Logan grabbed it, opened the door, then flipped on the light.
“Son of a fucking bitch.”
Chapter Twelve
Nearby motel—Saturday night/Sundaymorning
T
ARA peeked around the bulging cap of Logan’s broad shoulder and was stunned to find the dingy little motel room completely turned upside down.
ARA peeked around the bulging cap of Logan’s broad shoulder and was stunned to find the dingy little motel room completely turned upside down.
On second thought, maybe she should have seen this coming. Bocelli had warned her that the asshole who had killed Logan’s mother wasn’t the kind to give up. Clearly, this guy had been watching her. As much as she wanted to believe that her room being trashed had been a random vandal’s act, it felt like a maniac’s rage. He wanted to scare her off.
The drapes had been half pulled from their rod and sat askew over the achingly clean window. Both pillows had been cut open, the stuffing bulging from threadbare cases. The sheets were stained with red paint. Her suitcase had been sliced in half and her clothing strewn everywhere.
Logan drew a SIG SAUER from his shoulder holster, barely hidden by a dark blue windbreaker. “Stay out here in the hall, right under the light, Cherry.”
“Bullshit.” She reached into her purse and pulled out her Glock, following him into the darkened room, and ignoring his curse.
A cursory examination of the room proved that whoever had done this was long gone—but had left a wide path of destruction. Anger slapped her, and damn it, she felt violated. The last two days had been hell, and the pressure was only growing thicker.
Tara squeezed her eyes shut and smoothed out her thoughts. She couldn’t let this get to her now when there was so much at stake. Darcy certainly wouldn’t let some douche bag’s breaking and entering interfere with her work.
Logan tore his cell phone from his pocket, then stepped a few paces away and started making phone calls. Tara did the same, figuring she’d better give her boss fair warning. Within ten minutes, the Dallas police arrived to investigate the crime scene. Thorpe and Bocelli pulled up right behind them.
As the detectives and uniformed cops shooed them outside, Bocelli unfolded his powerful body from Thorpe’s Lexus and approached. “They’re not going to find anything.”
Logan nodded, fury simmering off him. “It’s a warning.”
They were right, and the very thought made Tara trembling mad. The man who’d killed Logan’s mother had been here, prowling among her stuff, tearing the place up to scare the shit out of her. What would have happened if she’d returned alone while he was here?
She must have made some noise, because Logan wrapped his arms around her, easing her head to his chest. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
The sentiment was sweet, but Tara knew that was a guarantee he couldn’t make. “I’m not as scared as I am pissed. This son of a bitch deserves to pay for everything he’s done.”
“He’ll fuck up, and I’ll be waiting.”
“I didn’t just hear you plotting vigilante justice.” Bocelli shot him a tight smile.
Within a half hour, one of the detectives asked Tara to clarify the statement she’d given earlier, then suggested she take an inventory.
Nothing was missing, not even the diamond earrings she’d inherited from her mother or the sweet gold heart pendant she’d received from Adam during her breakup with Logan.
Tara tried not to let this break-in get to her as she packed up her scattered belongings. Logan had a roll of trash bags in his glove box, and she threw everything into a couple, thinking that, in the last forty-eight hours she’d packed up her entire life twice, once to leave a man, and now to tie her fate to another. Everything was changing so fast—the mission, her relationships, and her heart—that she struggled to keep up. Logan pitched in, right beside her, helping her sort and store her things.
With a warning to be careful, Bocelli left, Thorpe driving him away back toward Dominion. The police took a statement from the motel owner, who admitted that he had no security cameras. With a transient population at the motel, no one could say that any particular stranger seemed any more out of place than another. And in this part of town, no one saw anything, regardless of the truth. Logan could tell them about the note, but then they would take it as evidence. The cops wouldn’t find anything. Logan preferred to keep the investigation in his own hands. He trusted Bocelli far more than the local P.D.
This was a dead end.
“C’mon, Cherry. You’re about to fall on your feet. Let me take care of you.”
Logan tied off her trash bags, then tossed them in the back of the truck before helping in her.
“I’m fine.”
“I ought to spank your ass red for that lie.”
She glared at him. “Because that’s going to make me feel so much better right now.”
“No, because I can’t take care of you if you’re not honest with me. When we get to Fantasy Key, clear communication will be critical.”
Tara sighed. He was right . . . again. “Fine, yes. I’m exhausted. I couldn’t eat dinner because I knew you had something up your sleeve tonight. The public submission and the sex made me hungry. I’ve tried to push my apprehension to the back of my mind, but I’m afraid that when I get to the resort I won’t be able to pull this off.”
Or you’ll realize you don’t really want me.
Something she’d seen as inevitable even this morning now filled her with dread.
“See, was that so hard?” He started the truck and drove a few blocks, stopping at a twenty-four-hour greasy spoon.
“Eggs at two in the morning?” She shot him a questioning glance.
“It’s better than my cooking.”
“A killer just went through my belongings, and you want me to eat?”
“It beats the hell out of you fainting.”
Logan exited and helped her from the truck. Tara shoved aside her discomfiting, arousing lack of undergarments. The clientele here didn’t care. Within minutes, they were tucking into eggs and pancakes. Though it was ordinary food, Tara couldn’t remember the last time something tasted this good. She’d been famished.
“Hmm,”
she moaned, closing her eyes as she savored each bite.
she moaned, closing her eyes as she savored each bite.
“Don’t do that unless you want to make my dick hard,” he murmured across the table.
“I’m just enjoying my pancakes.”
“I don’t differentiate. You make sounds like that, baby, and I’m dying to fuck you.”
Tara didn’t think he was kidding and couldn’t handle another of his sensual assaults now. So she finished her meal in silence.
Finally, she pushed her half-empty plate away. “Oh my gosh, do they feed lumberjacks here?”
“Mostly truckers and drunks. Both can pack a hell of an appetite. You did good. Feel better?”
Whatever his true feelings, Logan took care of her. Tara tried not to read anything into it. After all, that’s what Doms did. Even so, he made her feel as if no one else had ever been more important to him. She couldn’t deny that turned her on.
“Yes. Thanks.”
Logan caressed her cheek. “My pleasure. I look forward to the day you let me take care of you in all ways, all the time.”
Tara swallowed against a new wave of shimmering heat. And not about to bite on that dangerous bait, she sent him a wan smile, then headed for his truck.
He drove them about ten minutes north, where the glittering lights of the city were just beginning to give way to a quieter area, and pulled into an assigned parking spot. After killing the engine, he paused for a long moment, clearly choosing his words carefully.
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