Page 16 of Cedar Edge
He pulls back, hand dropping away and I immediately miss the feel. He takes a long drink of the coffee. “You had a seizure because of the drugs, you were withdrawing. You were out for three fucking days.”
I can see it now, the dark circles under his eyes, the exhaustion that seems to hover over his body. “I don’t understand…. That's never happened before. I don’t do drugs.” My mind whirls as I try to piece it all together.
“You must have done them enough, Thea.” He says. His tone isn’t judgmental but I feel myself shrink regardless. The shame quicksand dragging me under.
“No, he wouldn’t give them to me all the time. It was only once in a while, when I was good.” I mutter under my breath without conscious thought.
“What the fuck do you mean when you were good?” His tone sounds lethal.
I shake my head, shrinking into the bed away from him. How does one explain exactly what being ‘good’ to Royce Ripkins III means? Or that I was even willing to be good for the man who abused me.
Logan seems to sense I’m struggling because the anger that was previously rolling through his body vanishes. “I’m sorry Tink, I shouldn’t have gotten mad like that. I just…”
“It’s okay.” I say quickly. “I just…” I shake my head hating the words getting tangled up within my mouth. Before Royce I never had this issue with words, but now every sentence that forms gets tangled up before it makes it free.
“You could have died, Tink.” His eyes dip down and it’s only further confirmation that he’s seen it all.
“It was you I was fighting wasn’t it?” I say hesitantly, the very hazy memory of screaming for help floating at the edge of my mind. “When I was yelling for help, it was you holding me down.”
Logan nods. “And my father. He made it up here despite the storm and was able to help you. But the moment the IV was in your skin you lost it.” He searches my eyes for something unknown. “Whoever did this to you is going to suffer, Tink. I promise you.”
A wave of exhaustion washes over me and I can’t seem to bring myself to argue with him, or tell him that I doubt he’ll ever get to Royce. That man is damn near untouchable at this point. But another thought has a spark of panic washing over me.
“Logan, you didn’t tell Rodger I was here did you?” The spark turns to a full on inferno as I realize my stupidity. I fled to thetown of the man who offered me up to Royce on a silver platter. And if Logan told him I'm here I have no doubt he’d drag me back himself or at the very least tell Royce.
He narrows his eyes in question before he huffs out a snort. “No Thea. Rodger has no idea you're here.”
“You can’t tell him!” I say quickly. “Please just… just keep it to yourself for now?” At least until I figure out a plan.
“Don’t worry Tink, that won’t be an issue.” He says with an odd tone.
“I’m serious Lo.” I implore him.
Logan lets out a long sigh before a dark chuckle escapes his lips. “Unless you are a psychic and can commune with the dead no one is talking to that asshole ever again.”
The world stalls for a moment as the words settle on my skin like dust from old library books. “He’s…. dead?” Logan nods, carefully watching me as I process the information. “How?”
“Not sure you're ready for that.” He says with a darkness passing over his eyes. I cut him a sharp look. Logan drags his hand through his hair. “We killed him.”
He braces as if he expects me to flee or yell or do anything other than lay like a lump on this bed. Or maybe he expects me to cry and grieve for the man my mother once loved but I don’t feel anything but numb relief. So I simply nod before I lay back down against the soft pillows.
“Good.” I say softly, after a long stretch of silence. My eyes grow heavy without warning, my body demanding more sleep.
Logan lets out a long sigh before I feel his lips sweep over my forehead in a light kiss. “Get some rest.”
He pulls back from me and without thought I grab onto his arm with all my strength. “Don’t go?”
There is a pause, my eyes now fully closed and refusing to open, before I hear him chuckle softly and then… he’s tucking my body into his. “Sleep Tink. I’m not going anywhere.”
The next time I wake it’s because I’m fucking melting. My body still pressed up against Logan. At some point we had shifted positions and instead of leaning against him I’m now fully wrapped in his embrace, one of his tattooed hands splayed across my stomach as he holds me. Tattooed hands that apparently helped kill my stepfather. I'm laying in bed with a killer. The fear that I think should be there though never registers in my body, instead all I feel is the relief that Rodger is one less thing I need to worry about.
The heat radiating off Logan’s body is damn near suffocating and I wiggle a bit to try and knock the blankets off at the very least, causing my ass to rub against his cock. He lets out a satisfied puff of air at the movement and I freeze, but he doesn’t wake. Logan has always been a hard sleeper, as kids I remember Law and Ace fucking with him left and right when they’d have sleep overs.
I allow my body to shift a bit more, my back no longer against his chest, giving me the ability to study him a bit. His blonde hair falls in a haphazard way across his face enticing me to sweep it back. At some point he must have removed his shirt when we shifted positions because now he was very much bare chested. My eyes trail down his naked chest to the barbells pierced through his nipples, the sight immediately making me squirm. His skin is covered in all kinds of ink, tattoos in various styles that truly should not all blend so well and yet it all seems to work on him.
Without conscious thought my fingers start to trace the lines of the ink that sweep across his chest, the pattern delicate as it twirls around his heart. My eyes travel up to Ace’s name over hiseyebrow, the letters bold against his face. This time I don’t resist the urge to brush his hair off his forehead to get a better look at him. He’s beautiful, the piercings and ink adding to the natural beauty he has.
I let out a squeak as Logan drags my body into his with a huff of hot air, securing me against his chest. My top leg moves automatically, finding purchase over his hip. Biting my lip I hold back another sound, as his hard length lines up with my core and presses into me. My mouth goes dry at the feel of his cock. my breath choppy as every nerve is turned on. His own breathing still perfectly even. I can’t help the image that plays through my mind, the idea of his cock sliding into me and fucking me deep. I glance up at his face, praying to see those green eyes wide open and willing. When they are still firmly shut I bite my lip hard, the tangy taste of my blood flooding into my mouth as I try to work myself out of this position.
