Chapter 28

Hannah

 

“The three of you leave my kitchen and go find something to do. I don’t care what it is, just leave.”

I laugh at Eden and her maniac ways. She’s cooking dinner for us tonight, and she’s in her don’t fuck with me mode.

Lincoln and Logan take a seat on the couch and he pulls me down to the living room floor and wedges me between his legs. When his hands massage my shoulders, I moan and lean into his touch.

We’ve been working so hard these past few weeks with the Hexton and Raymond contract. Everything needed to be redone, and I had to figure out a different strategy, something more innovative to capture the attention of our potential clients.

While Logan’s massaging me, he continues his conversation with Lincoln about sports or whatever. He has no idea how wet I am and how badly I want to jump on him and have my wicked way with him.

A call takes Lincoln away, and Logan leans down and kisses the outside of my ear, causing me to let out the most girly giggle. I love the scruff on his face and tell him every day not to shave. He looks so relaxed in his jeans and white t-shirt. I love casual-looking Logan almost as much as suit-wearing Logan, who dominates in the conference room and bedroom or kitchen or living room or car. Pretty much wherever we can have sex, we do. Honestly, I wonder how I can keep up with him. I don’t complain. He’s the best boyfriend and lover. Sure, I only have Aaron to compare him to, but there’s no comparison whatsoever.

“I miss you,” he whispers, and kisses the side of my head.

Swoon. Giggle. Swoon. Melt.

This man is everything, and he affects me in so many ways. I love his intelligence, his mind, his words, his body, his heart… I love it all.

Eden calls us over to the table and the four of us enjoy her newest creation—steak and coconut shrimp with an apple balsamic glaze and a side of honey-glazed carrots with rice pilaf. Honestly, I don’t know how I’m not huge from all the eating I do.

When dinner and dessert is over, we go our separate ways. Instead of going to Logan’s tonight, he’s spending the night here with me. After closing the bedroom door, he turns to me and his eyes travel down my body. Slowly, he licks his lips.

I squeeze my legs together and watch him make his way toward me. Having him inside me again is what I’m craving. What I want. What I need.

“You drive me insane, do you know that?”

“Maybe,” I whisper, and feel his lips on my neck. My fingers run down his chest to the hem of his shirt. I lift it up over his body and toss it on the floor.

Without a second to waste, Logan has me against the wall, naked, and panting for him. All of him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, sliding into me, and pulling all the way out to thrust hard again.

My body shivers with need. His thrusts become quicker and harder. I'm scratching the hell out of his back, my lips on his neck, begging for more.

“I love what my touch does to you,” he mutters in my hair as he slows his pace and carries me to my bed. “You're everything to me. Do you know how happy you make me?”

“Trust me, I think I know.”

That boyish grin is back, and as soon as his desire overtakes me, he introduces me to a new level of euphoria, showing me just how happy he really is.

The next morning, we head into the office together, holding hands, and he kisses me before walking me into my office. I’m so in love with Logan, I can barely think.

Before I know it, he’s popping into my office around lunch time, and I’m finally looking up from my computer.

“Ready?”

I smile and nod, following him to his office. When he hands me my drink, I silently thank the Starbucks gods and enjoy my first sip. A few moments later, we’re sitting at the table with papers everywhere and my iPad open so I can show him the charts I created.

“Everything looks great, Hannah. When you get back to your office, can you look up this information?”

He hands me a file and I open it to skim through the questions and what’s needed. It’s easy to find, and most of it is on my laptop.

“No problem. Do you want me to order you anything for lunch?”

“Cole and Parks—there’s a menu online. I think a chicken salad on a croissant will be fine. Do you have the company credit card?”

I nod.

“Okay, good. Be sure to order yourself something. After you pick it up, bring it back to my office. I’d like to have lunch with you.”

“Okay.”

I end up smiling. I’m gathering all the papers together when I feel his strong hand on my back. I lift my head and see how close he is to me.

Oh, my.

“You look gorgeous, Hannah. I don’t think I told you that at all today. That dress and those black heels are fucking dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

“Mmm.”

He doesn’t say anything else. My body heats when I see the desire and fire in his eyes. Maybe I should invest in more dresses like this.

Thank you, Calvin Klein.

 

 

“It’s a beautiful day outside. Let’s take the rest of today off. I want to take you out on my boat today.”

I look up from my computer and see a smiling Logan with his suit jacket off and his tie loosened around his neck.

“It’s Thursday, we have—”

“Already rescheduled.”

“But…”

He flings up a dismissive hand and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“Not going to roll your eyes at me, are you?”

Instead, I stick out my tongue like a child and gather files and my laptop before following him out of the office. His hand immediately goes to my back as we head to the elevator and down to his car.

“I want to spend the afternoon with you. Just us. Nothing else.”

My heart jumps up and down. The past few days have been busy with meetings and securing a few contracts. With the developmental team pushing over twelve hours a day, Logan and I had to work the weekend, as well.

A day out of the office doesn’t seem too bad.

We don’t head to his house or my apartment. I turn to look at him and he sets his hand on my thigh, resting it there, and giving me a sideways smile.

“I have everything for us. I packed last night in hopes of spending time together today, so our things are on my boat. Don’t worry.”

We get to his speedboat in Canandaigua and he helps me aboard. Immediately, I follow him to another room below and we change into our swimsuits. Once back on deck, I sit down and watch him fire up the engine and then we sail out onto the lake.

When he settles the boat in a more secluded area, I wrap my arms around his middle, kissing his muscular, bare back.

“What’s on your mind?” I whisper, and move so we’re facing each other.

“You.”

“What about me?”

He leans down to kiss me ever so lightly. “How happy you make me.”

The cheesiest grin spreads on my face, but I can’t help it. He makes me feel happy and safe without doing much of anything.

For the next hour, we jump into the lake, relax in the sun, and talk about anything and everything. Neither of us brings up work, which is fine with me, and I learn a lot more about him—his likes, his dislikes, his favorite foods, and his hidden passion for reading.

“What was the last book you read?”

Before he answers, his phone goes off, and I notice the expression on his face when he sees who it is. Logan doesn’t answer. Instead, he slides the phone back into his swim trunks. We’re both dry since the blazing sun is on us.

“Do you…?”

I’m distracted by the sound of his phone again and he does the same thing—looks at it but puts it away without answering it. Whoever it is, he doesn’t want to talk to them, and I have a feeling I know who it is.

“Is it Paige?”

“Yes.”

I let out a sigh and sit up, bringing my knees to my chest. “Answer it. She must need you for something.” I try to keep my voice from being too bitchy. “It’s fine, you can talk to her.”

“I’m not looking for your permission. I’m here with you, and I don’t want to talk to her. Drop it, Hannah. It’s not an issue.”

“Whatever,” I mumble.

This is what I hate about him. He can switch from playful, sexy, and sweet, to someone I don’t want to be around. The silence is killing me, but what else is there to say? When he gets this way, I have to remember I told him I’d be patient. Yet saying it and doing it are two completely different things.

“Don’t be upset.”

Logan sits down beside me and lifts me to sit on his lap. My brain is working overtime. He’s telling me not to be upset, but how can I not be? He freaks out over little things, and sometimes it’s annoying and I don’t want to deal with him, either.

“Talk to me,” he says, nuzzling his face in my neck. “Please.”

“When you become an asshole and defensive, it bothers me. It makes me think you’re hiding something.”

This gets his attention, and he moves me a little over so my legs are still over his, but I’m not sitting on his lap anymore. Our bodies are turned toward each other, and the blazing anger in his eyes makes me wish I could keep my thoughts to myself.

“Do you wanna know? Are you ready to hear some fucked-up shit?”

I gulp back the lump of uncertainty and slowly nod.

“Paige is Shannon’s twin sister.”

I blink a few times, never breaking contact with Logan, and reach out to him to cup his cheek.

“That’s it?”

He doesn’t respond or shift away from me.

I move back on his lap and touch my lips to his. “You have an interesting way of healing, Logan Davis. But you don’t need that anymore. You have me, and I’m not going anywhere. You can try and scare me all you want. Underneath all of your pain and anxiety is a man who is smart, beautiful, sexy, charming, sweet, funny, and most importantly, mine. I’m not letting you go.”

Logan stares at me and his once cold eyes are now full of warmth and something else I can’t seem to put my finger on.

“You’re not disgusted with me?”

“Of course not.”

I reassure him with the strength in my voice and the desire on my lips.

We spend a few more hours under the sun and on the boat before he drops me off at home. Tonight, Logan’s going out with Lincoln for some bromance dinner.

Once I’m inside, I snuggle on the couch with Eden and fill her in.

“At first, I thought he was wrong for you, but I can see how happy he makes you, and it’s good he’s opening up.”

“He means so much to me.” I couldn’t agree more with her statement. Leaving Ohio to come here, I didn’t expect to move on so quickly from Aaron and fall in love. I didn’t expect any of this and now I’m not sure how I ever went this long without knowing how to truly feel about someone. “I know we just started. But when you know, you know.”

“Exactly. Lincoln told me he loved me last night.”

“What did you say?”

“I said, I love you, too.” Eden smiles and takes a sip of her red wine. “He really wants me to move in.” Her voice gets a little quiet, and I hate we’re in this position.

“I can afford the apartment on my own, Eden. If you wanna do it, then do it.”

“It’s not that.”

“Then?”

She lets out a breathy, ragged sigh. “It feels so sudden. I do love him, and he means the world to me. I don’t think I’m ready for that step yet.”

I try to put myself in her shoes. If Logan asked me to move in, I think I’d freak out, too, and have to say no.

The next morning, I pull into Logan’s driveway and walk the short path to go inside his house since we’re working from home today, and let myself in. He’s in the living room with his bare feet resting on the ottoman, and turns to watch me sit down next to him. When I lean in to give him a kiss good morning, his phone vibrates, and I peek and confirm that it’s Paige… again.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I know.” I smile, but I’m not being honest. I don’t want to lie to him. “Can you please just answer her? It’s not normal for someone to continually call or text.”

He glowers at me.

“No. You’re right, it’s not normal for her to do this, but I don’t care. I told her we were finished, and she knows about us. I’m not sure why she’s calling and frankly it’s not my issue anymore. She’s safe in the facility so whatever she needs, she can ask them.”

“It’s frustrating,” I honestly admit. “I get that you and her are sharing the same pain of losing Shannon, but seriously, she needs to stop and take a hint.”

“Baby, I know.”

“Ugh,” I sigh. “I’m not trying to be a bitch. Just frustrated.”

When his phone vibrates again, I reach for it and see that there are several unopened text messages. Every single one is coming from her. I can’t take anymore of her desperate pleas, I notice Logan’s hand rise and I flinch, cover my face, and duck down. My hands are trembling. I hand him his phone.

“Hannah. Are you fucking serious?”

I don’t say anything. Honestly, I have no idea why I did that.

“Did you think I was going to fucking hit you?”

I slide my hands halfway down my face and peep at him between my fingers to see his surprised and hurt expression.

“I was only trying to put my arm around you. Baby, I would never hurt you. Why did you do that?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. I saw your hand and I immediately thought I pissed you off by looking at your phone. I’m sorry.”

“Stop.”

Logan drags me into his arms and holds me for a few minutes before kissing me on the side of my head and putting me down on the couch.

“Let’s get some work done.” He smiles and kisses me before we start working.