Page 21 of Unmistakably Us

The big guy removed his hand from Logan’s shoulder and thrust Logan’s head through the open door when he heaved a little. “If he defiles my precious, it’s on you to get my interior redone and back to cherry, you feel me, tiny dancer?”

“Yeah, Ruger, I feel you. Thanks, by the way, and I promise, I will bring precious back in the same condition she left in.”

“You better.”

Maybe Logan imagined the moment that passed between himself and the over-protective bouncer. Maybe it was his alcohol-soaked brain that conjured up him also instructing January to take care of his boy, or maybe he was just winning fuckers over right and left today.

Nah, probably the alcohol.That was his last thought before January was trying to wrestle him from the car. He helped as best he could, but by the time he handed her the room key, everything was spinning.

“Come on, Logan, you have got to work with me or I am never going to get your big ass over the threshold.”

Logan attempted to waggle his eyebrows and make eyes at his girl, and with his over-confidence at the moment, he thought he pulled it off. “You think I’m big?”

January rolled her eyes and smiled, whispering, “What am I going to do with you?” It was so adorable, the bottom dropped out of his stomach. And it was normal, like a regular couple doing regular things and heading for a regular future.

With Diesel Fuel coursing through his body, he kind of wanted that right now.

With January.

Logan turned in a drunken circle and fell back onto the bed with a bounce, taking January down on top of him. His hands had a mind of their own. Her ass felt so good in his palms, he couldn’t stop squeezing it and, of course, grinding her into the part of him that refused to succumb to the effects of alcohol. “You didn’t answer the question, sweetheart. Do you think I’m big?”

January pushed up on her elbows, folded them over his pecs, and leaned her adorable chin on them. But it was the uninhibited desire in her eyes that was slaying him, flaying him alive and rearranging his soul. And while she was at it, she reached into his chest with a flick of her brow and inked her name on his heart. Even though they would never be a normal couple with a future and shit, he admitted to himself, his heart would belong to her. Not that he loved her, just that someone needed to keep it, and he got no use from it, and—a deep rumbling laughter echoed in his head. A laughter in a voice that wasn’t his own but that of ...Gene Simmons?

With that, his descent into madness deepened as the thought of Gene laughing at him floated through his head—full-on with pointing and holding his sides.

Great, I have voices in my head that don’t belong to me. They institutionalize people for less.

“You know you’re big. You just want me to stroke your ego,” she said it with a smirk like she was simply enjoying his drunken company.

Thrusting up to make his point, Logan challenged, “I want you to stroke something. Preferably with the sweet pussy of yours, but I’ll take any part of you I can get.” Logan raised his head enough to kiss her nose then let his head loll back to the lumpy surface.

“As tempting as your offer is, because I do love the way you make my body hum, I’m going to take a pass. However, when you sober up, it’s a date.” Then she surprised him by kissing his nose and levered up, putting even more friction right where he didn’t need it if she were leaving. “For now, let’s get you undressed and ready for bed.”

“I like the sound of that.” Logan tried wiggling out of his pants when January’s delicate hand halted his.

“Sleep, you big goofball, but let me do that before you hurt yourself.” At her words, he dropped his gaze to her hand on his yet again. The contrast had the same effect as before and made his stomach turn all over again.

Logan had let his inebriated state allow his buried hopes and desires to run free through a field of fucking daisies. But the reality of everything was staring back at him in stark relief. He was trash, and she was treasure. Two things that did not belong in the same neighborhood, let alone the same bed.

He watched with fascination as she removed his shoes, then his clothes. She swung his ink-covered legs sideways and gently pulled the sheet over them, leaving his feet uncovered and touching the edge of the mattress.

Logan was so taken aback by that, he barely noticed her undressing and tucking in beside him. Of course, he noticed when her knee brushed his still interested cock and when she wrapped her body around his like she was holding on for dear life.

Even with her naked form molded to his, thoughts of sex fled as a burning question flamed to life in his head. He needed an answer. Though the possible response could break down every wall he had ever built.

“January?” He paused to swallow the lump that formed, choking off his voice. “Why did you uncover and move my feet?”

Waiting for her answer seemed to sober him up in record time. Everything around him stood still while he waited. No matter the answer, either way, it would destroy a part of him.

“I kinda do that when I’m sleeping. I don’t want my feet covered, and they have to touch the edge. In case I need to make a break for it or something.” Her chuckle didn’t seem genuine. To Logan, it sounded like she had serious thoughts of having to escape something someday and wanted to be prepared. “It’s like a safety no-blanket, I guess. I noticed you did that too, so I figured it was the same way for you.”

It was. He had sprung out of bed to avoid some fist or object more times than not. He was thinking of the past and wondering what made January feel the same need to have an escape route as him. He was even entertaining the dismemberment of the person who made her feel that way when another thought slammed into him as January wiggled her toes.

It hit him with such force, he damn near felt a physical impact. One of her shapely legs was draped over his waist, and her foot was tucked under the hollow behind his knee. The other was extended down the length of his leg with her toes tucked behind his calf.

She doesn’t think she needs to run.

“So, why do you have those ice blocks tucked against me then and not dangling over there somewhere?” Logan tried to lace his words with humor but failed miserably.

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