Page 48 of Unshakable

“What became of them?”

Prue eyes me and gives me a secret smile. “The same as the Donnellys, I guess.”

“What?” I did not seethatone coming.

“Well, I guess you do what you have to do.” Dismissing the conversation, she gestures to me. “Come on, over here is another one.”

We end up spending some more time diving back through history, and even go for a coffee. Upstairs, the place is even more spectacular. When my phone buzzes and I check my usual one, I’m surprised to find I received no messages. Then I take the other one out.

MisterMister: Take off your panties. I’ll be there in ten.

I flush and look up to find Prue looking at me, a grin curling her lips. “Logan?”

“Yeah, uhm…” I look at the message and shoot him a reply.

Me: You don’t even know where I am.

He replies instantly.

MisterMister: Don’t underestimate me, angel. Nine minutes.

I bite my lip. No way. I take my time chatting with Prue, until she checks her watch.

“Sorry babe, but I’m being picked up in a few minutes. Did you say that Logan’s coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me. I can easily wait here; I love this place.” We stand and she gives me a hug and a kiss. “This is so crazy, but I’m so happy. Call me, let’s do something soon.”

I watch her walk toward the exit where a dark-haired guy is waiting for her. He isn’t wearing a suit, but is dressed in the same kind of clothes as Logan. An expensive style, smart casual. To be fair, it’s a very Southern European way of dressing. It somehow daunts me that Prue’s family might very well know Logan’s. What are the odds?

The clock ticks and I stay seated, undecided. I chew on my lower lip as I contemplate my options. I could also ask Big to pick me up. Or I can just go to the damn toilets and take off my underwear. The hell with it.

I walk into the toilets, lock myself in a stall, take off my panties and come out. Logan’s leaning against the door, ankles crossed, his hands in his pockets.

“Thought you’d never get out.”

I feel the tips of my ears turning red, but manage to give him a grin. “Did you, huh?”

“Yeah.” He approaches in a few, solid steps and pins me against the door with one hand, while the other opens the buttons of my pants. He slides them over my ass and he groans when his finger grips around the tender flesh of my ass. “God, angel,” he mutters hoarsely. His tongue swipes over my lips and he grins, wicked and lustful. “Let me have my way with you.” Before I can reply, he drops down onto his knees and slides a finger inside my pussy. “Such a good girl, already wet for me.” The sound of his voice registers between my thighs. A deep and raspy whisper. He flicks out his tongue and watches me watching him, burning him with my eyes as my lips part. His tongue dives in, sweeping and sucking the insides of my heat and I moan as pleasure shoots through me, lighting up the nerves of my sweet spot.

“Someone might come in,” I breathe and he grins while licking my clit. It’s so very sexy and I moan, fear of getting caught and the adrenaline from his sweet touch drives me close to the edge. He feels it too, because his hands brush the insides of my thighs as he increases his licking. “Oh—” I choke and then I’m over the brink, mewling as I come hard.

He gives me a last peck on my belly, then gets up and pulls my pants up. “I missed you.” He kisses me on my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth. I place a hand against his hard cock, wanting to please him, but he gives me a sad shake of his head. “Can’t. Not now. I actually came to pick you up for a reason. But I promise you, we’ll get back to this.”

I follow him out of the bathroom where, unsurprisingly, Charlie’s waiting for us. He’s not alone though, as Samuel’s standing next to him. Tall, dark and arrogant. I don’t quite know what to think of him, but since I kind of like Charlie, I choose his camp. So instead of greeting Samuel out loud like I do with Charlie, I simply nod, not giving him another look.

We make it to the end of the corridor, when Mason comes walking our way.

“Logan, they’ve brought Carter in. Your parents are waiting for you at the usual spot.”

CHAPTERTWENTY

MONDAY EVENING – LOGAN

When we make it inside the storage unit, Carter is tied to a chair in the corner. He flops forward like an injured ragdoll, blood dripping from his face onto his black jeans. When I approach him, he doesn’t look up.

“Already giving up, hey?” I only stop when I’m right in front of the pathetic loser. He doesn’t look the slightest bit like the guy who came into my office only a few days ago. And all that time he was playing me. Well, he tried. “Answer me.” Carter tries to give me the best imitation of a huff, but still doesn’t look up. I kick away the chair legs and the chair lunges forward, Carter hitting the cement with a cry. We all hear the bone of his nose break. “Pick him up.”

Mason and Samuel pull up the chair and Carter looks up this time. He has a black eye and the other one has a glassy stare as he glares at me.

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