Page 67 of All Bets are Off

Slowly, he shakes his head, and my world rights itself again.

“No. I can’t. I won’t. That’s why I think it’s time we stop hiding.”

“We aren’t hiding,” I protest.

“Then what are we doing? We’ve told a few people on our own, but we don’t acknowledge our relationship when we’re together. Lying to Ivan felt shitty, even though it was my decision and I was worried about his reaction. I feel like a coward.”

I sigh. “I guess we’re having this talk now instead of later. So, you’re saying you want to march downstairs, gather the team together, and tell them outright we’re boyfriends?” I stand up. If that’s what Logan needs, we’ll do it.

A small smile plays on his mouth. “You would do that? Right now?”

“Hell, yeah. Let’s go do this.” I stride for the door, but Logan stops me with a hand to my bare shoulder.

“Later. First I want you to fuck me.Hard.”

The word goes straight to my cock, perking it up like a treat to a dog’s nose.

“Yeah?” I ask, turning and pulling him roughly to me. “Because I’m all for putting it all out in the open right now if that’s what you want.”

“I do want to, but first I want this.” Logan rests his hand against my stiff cock underneath the fabric of my pants and grins.

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A couple hours later, we come down the stairs to find most everyone out of the house.

“Missed your chance,” I say.

Logan winks at me. “Totally worth it.”

Remembering how vigorously I drove into him and how we practically fell into a coma afterward, I have to agree.

“I’m going to pick up some things from the gas station,” Logan says, picking up the keys to the SUV from the plate by the door. “Want anything?”

“Takis. Fuego hot chili pepper and lime.”

Logan makes a face. “That’s not good for you.”

“Come on, Lo. One bag won’t hurt.”

“A small bag,” he relents.

I have to admit, it turns me on watching him walk funny on his way to the front door.

In the office I normally use for my work, I open my laptop, mind wandering again to the intense sex I’d just had with Logan. Sex that had made me nearly crazy with desire. Sex rougher than I’ve ever had with a woman. Listening to Logan’s moans when he came had sent me over the edge. It’s puzzling to me how collapsing next to him had felt a lot like all those times we’d exerted ourselves in exercise—companionable and comfortable. But also more. I can’t deny my feelings for Logan have taken a sharp swerve toward the romantic, and despite the fact that he says he doesn’t need romance from me, I want to let him know how special he is.

Blinking back to the present and the files of work on my screen, I shake off my thoughts and get to it. I’ve worked for maybe twenty minutes when I hear a car pull up outside. I’m reaching for a piece of paper to make a note when two gunshots send me to my feet and grabbing for my pistol in the drawer, heart in my throat.

“Call the police. Shots fired!” I yell to anyone who might be in the house. Opening the front door, I carefully peer around it. My heart sinks when I see the SUV parked in front. That means Logan’s back from the gas station. Did someone shoot at him? Where is he? Looking around, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and take off running through the gate and onto the road where I’m relieved to see Logan in hot pursuit of someone on foot. I’ve almost caught up to them when he takes a flying leap and tackles the other man, slamming him onto the pavement.

Kicking the shooter’s gun out of his reach, I plant my foot on the guy’s back while Logan drags his arms behind him.

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask the struggling man.

“Screw you!” he yells. “Wendy’s mine!”

“Who the fuck is Wendy?” Logan asks, teeth clenched as he fights to keep the guy still.

In the distance, sirens wail, and Hawk calls to me from the house.

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