Page 37 of Unmistakably Us

Twelve

Three x-rays, a Velcro brace, and some decent pain meds later—really just an anti-inflammatory with a kick—they were back home. All the ladies were in the kitchen cleaning up. The prep work was done, and the wine was making the rounds. January was feeling giddy at the thought of spending the night at Logan’s.

Then, January finally listened to all her voicemails. Her mother’s patience was at an end, and if she didn’t show back up in Enterprise, Alabama Sunday night, there would be hell to pay, especially for Gus. Just two more nights here before she had to go, and she wanted to make the most of it. She headed toward her room when a wave of sadness hit her. There would be no riding to Logan’s tonight with her wrist. Tonight, she’d be sleeping alone and aching for him.

Tomorrow night, she told herself. Tomorrow night, she’d leave with him after the get-together and spend her last glorious night of freedom with his cock buried deep inside her until it would imprint on her mind. She wanted to feel it for days, months, even years after the fact.

Then Sunday, she’d board the short flight back and do what she must to save her sister the humiliation of having the Thorne family secrets exposed to all.

Once in her room, she flopped back on the bed. She remembered the papers when she felt them crinkle behind her head. She sat up, grabbed the manila envelope, and thumbed through them. The title to Demon was signed over to Logan. He didn’t know it, but Stacy assured her it would be fine.

The other papers were the deposits and accounts with her money, set up so Stacy was in charge of it so Chadwick or her parents wouldn’t know they existed. Stacy had not been happy about her not leaving Gus in charge or the fact that she needed to hide it to start with, but she did it. And I am so grateful she did.

Only one thing left to do. Text the club and Logan so neither are expecting me.As soon as she hit send, she let the adrenaline drain away and the medicine take her to sleepy town. The meds really weren’t that strong; January was just a lightweight. She didn’t even bother to undress, but she dreamt of Logan. It must have been one hell of a dream because her phone ding woke her up, and she had her good hand in her pants.

LOGAN: How’s the wrist?

JANUARY: Good. Aches a little, but the doc gave me the good stuff. LOL Didja go to the club? Platinum is dying to dance for you.

January felt a little slimy continuing on the “set Logan up so I can ease my guilt and make it easier to leave” campaign, but she couldn’t help herself.

LOGAN: NO!!! I only go to see you and you aren’t there, Rabbit.

LOGAN: I still want to see you, how do you feel about me sneaking in your window and fucking you until you realize you don’t wanna live without my cock?

LOGAN: lip emoji, eggplant emoji, water emoji

January started laughing and couldn’t seem to stop. This was another side of Logan she hadn’t seen, an even more playful Logan. Not unlike the teenage make-out one, but somehow different. One who used freaking emojis.

Emojis!

In all the time they’d know each other and the few days they had been texting each other since they started fucking, he had never…never, used a single emoji.

She had quit using them altogether herself because she felt silly since he never responded in kind. Now here he was, sending a string of them. She had to admit, she was blown away that he even knew what the eggplant was for.

Between the medicine and the whimsical schoolboy vibe Logan was sending, January was intrigued. Not to mention horny as fuck. What the hell?

JANUARY: Why not, it beats having my own hand down my pants. taco emoji, peach emoji

LOGAN: STOP! That ass, along with every other delectable part is mine to enjoy. You only come on my mouth, my cock, or my finger unless I say otherwise, understand, Rabbit?

January shuddered as she read the words. The images they evoked shot straight to her clit and stroked her with damn near as much precession as if Logan were there rubbing his piercing against her. The need to reach in the nightstand for her rechargeable boyfriend was overwhelming. “Logan’s words and speed five could ease my tension in under a minute,” she mumbled while reading his text again.

JANUARY: Ok, but hurry. If you’re not here in record time, I am reaching in the drawer and grabbing my vibrator.

LOGAN: Don’t you dare, that is my pussy and nothing goes near it without me. I’ll be there in 10. Unlock the window and be naked and ready for me. NO FUCKING DILDO!

January felt like she was floating. She wanted to blame it on the medicine, but the shit they gave her wasn’t really that strong; it was just a sprain, after all. She just wanted to blame it on anything other than what it was…Logan. She loved the possessiveness he was exhibiting.

She tried to convince herself it was just a sexual thing for him, even though she knew that wasn’t the case. The alternative meant he would be hurt when she left, and so would she, so she tried even harder to lie to herself. She wanted nothing more than to accept the truth and stay here with her sister, the Reids, and Logan. Especially Logan.

While she undressed, she let her mind wander. Imagining a life here was almost painful. She wanted it so much. She’d have to pay her parents back for college, but that wouldn’t be too hard. Her savings would make a huge down-payment to them, plus rent that garage on Sand Dollar.

It wasn’t until she was naked and climbing back into bed that she realized how seriously she had considered staying. Even if she and Logan weren’t an item, she was still keen on making a life here. So much so, she had met with a realtor about leasing the old garage. It was in need of some minor aesthetic repairs, but the building was sound and the lifts worked.

Jewel even offered her a deal with a cut in her commission because she adored Dax and Stacy. Truthfully, she was two seconds away from being adopted by the Reid clan like everyone else. January heard she sold Stacy’s house after she had to kill a man in it.

Of course, all that was just a fantasy, because even if she paid the Thornes—yep, that’s who they are now to me, parents wouldn’t do this—back and withstood the humiliation and guilt they’d dish out to have the life she now knew she wanted more than anything, she would never expose her sister’s business to have it.

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