Page 118 of Bloom: Part 2

“All right.”

“By the way, did you hear any news from Joel?” Logan directed his question to Grimm. “My brother’s here, so it seems a bit odd he’s still in New York.”

Grimm’s forehead creased. “He did call me to inform me that your brother wasn’t around, so he had to make an appointment to see your father personally. I haven’t heard back from him since. If not, we’ll have to travel to New York.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that,” Logan said. “That would be a bloodbath.”

“It would be.” Grimm stroked his beard. “I don’t care how many men your family has behind them. If anything happens to my son, your father will pay.”

“You won’t get any objections from me. We’ll keep in touch.”

Logan kissed me hard, then got into Ben’s car while I straddled my hog and revved it to life. Logan rolled down his window, the wind blowing his hair back as he called out to me.

“Don’t do anything reckless.”

I grinned. “Race you back to the clubhouse!”

“Bloom!”

Laughing, I snapped my helmet onto my head and raced away, the tires spitting dirt and grass. Behind me, the engine of Ben’s car roared. A wide grin split my face as adrenaline surged through my veins. It had been too long since I’d done something reckless, something that made me feel alive in a way that only risking your life could do.

I wouldn’t even mind if Logan put me across his knees and spanked me.

The wind ripped through me, my bike’s engine purring smoothly beneath me. As I glanced back, I saw Logan’s cargaining on me. I pushed the speed limit, weaving around the light traffic. I could have gone faster, but I didn’t want them to lose me.

Soon the secluded road leading to the clubhouse came into view. By the time Ben parked, I relaxed against the back of my bike, my helmet off. Logan got out of the car, took one look at me, opened his mouth as though to argue, then shut it. Shaking his head, he ignored me and headed for the steps.

“Logan, wait!” I sprang up too quickly from the bike and lost my balance, hitting the ground hard. Damn.

“Are you okay?” Logan ran toward me.

“I think I hurt my leg.” Nothing hurt. My pride maybe, but I liked the way I had his full attention. Liked the concern in his voice and how quickly he’d rushed over to help me.

He kneeled beside me, his hands gentle as he probed my leg. “Does it hurt here?” His fingers brushed my calf.

“No.”

“How about here?” He asked the same question as he touched various parts of my legs. Before I could wipe my grin from my face, he glared at me. “Where exactly did you say it hurt?”

I pointed at my dick.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” He chucked my chin, getting to his feet. “You genuinely had me worried.”

I scrambled to my feet. “Are you mad?”

He sighed. “No. It was harmless.” He took my hands and pulled me into him. “Bloom, I was thinking.”

“What about?”

“You know how we plan to leave and never return?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you want to leave with me?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, I always want you to be honest with me.”

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