“My real name. Always.”
“What are you talking about?” I teased.
“My name, say it.”
I knew what would happen and it made me giddy inside. It had been a long time since I felt this playful and relaxed. Fine, I could admit to being totally and irrefutably in love. “And what if I don’t want to—Sculpt?”
He smacked my ass and started for the stairs. “I’ll fuck you all day.” My heart rate tripled.
“You can’t. You’re meeting Deck.”
“Deck will understand.”
He squeezed my butt. “Sculpt. Stop.” But really, I didn’t want him to stop anything as he took the stairs two at a time, kicked the bedroom door open then closed, and then threw me on the bed.
“Say my name.”
“Sculpt.”
He came down hard on top of me, already tearing off my shirt. I struggled at first, laughing until his hand brushed against my nipple, and I gasped.
“Logan,” I said, knowing if I didn’t he’d torture me for longer than I wanted or could take.
“Again.”
“Logan.”
“You won’t do that again, will you?”
I hesitated.
“Tell me.”
“No, Logan.”
His mouth came down hard on mine, and then he fucked me.
We had a week of lying by the pool and having sex and doing nothing but being together. He did spend some time with the band practicing, but the guys made themselves scarce whenever they could. I rarely saw Kat, and my guess was she was staying at the condo with Matt most nights. Whether it was to give Logan and me some time alone or to avoid Ream, I didn’t know for sure, but I was guessing the latter.
Georgie popped by with Deck, and we hung by the pool while Deck and Logan went off to chat. Logan had been strung up as tight his guitar strings, but he played it off as nothing but the plans for the party. I knew it was Alfonzo that was getting to him, but when I asked about it he threw me over his shoulder then took the stairs two at a time and tossed me on the bed where he had me forgetting everything except him between my legs. Then we did some slexing, and ate our next meal in bed.
It was sweet, and he fed me grapes and wine. He commanded and I surrendered to him. I never thought I’d find submitting to a man again sensual after what I’d seen in Mexico, but it wasn’t about that. It was about submitting to the love we shared. I realized giving up my control to Logan didn’t make me weak. It was my escape. My need, and he was fulfilling that by giving me what I needed. It was about complete openness and trust.
And I did love him. I never stopped; it had just been smothered.
“Eme.”
I looked up. Logan had stopped playing his guitar and was looking at me with eyes that were so exposed and revealing. I felt like I could see right into them, all his desires and strength, even a hint of uncertainty that lay beneath the depths.
We were sitting in the horse field like we used to do, and he was playing me the new song the band was debuting tonight at the party. It was mellow, raw, crass, and it brought tears to my eyes. His voice cut through the words as if he hurt to say them.
It was called “Torn from You,” and it was about us.
He reached forward and wiped the stray tear from my cheek. I leaned into his hand and smiled, closing my eyes. I never thought we’d get back to this place. I think I was afraid to hope that we could.
“That song’s going to make you famous. It’s beautiful. I love you, Logan.”
He put his guitar aside then grabbed me, flipped me onto my back and hovered above.
Slowly his weight lowered onto me, and I felt his cock press between my legs. It sent the raging through my body.
“Are you good with being fucked out in the middle of a horse field?”
I laughed, because it was out in a horse field where he had taken my virginity. “Yeah. I’m good with that. Now kiss me,” I ordered.
He chuckled. “I’m rubbing off on you.”
“Then stop messing around and put your cock inside me, rock star.”
“Jesus, Eme.” He groaned, and his mouth smashed onto mine. It was hard, and it was Logan taking what I was giving to him with every part of myself.
We were putting our clothes back on—well I was; he was doing up his jeans—when I heard the gate off in the distance clang.
I looked up. “Deck.”
Logan turned then quickly stood in front of me while I finished clasping my bra and pulled on my shirt. When I was done, I came up beside him and took his hand; he squeezed.
“Emily. Logan.” Deck chin-lifted. He looked pissed, but then again, Deck always was hard to read. His mood could easily be off because he had a shitty coffee this morning. “We need to talk.” He directed the statement at Logan.
Logan stiffened, and I knew Deck didn’t have a problem with shitty coffee. This was about Alfonzo.
“Eme.” Logan leaned down and kissed me then let my hand go.
“Is it about him?” I asked Deck. “Did you find him?”
“I told her.” Logan put his arm over my shoulders.
Deck nodded once. “He hasn’t resurfaced yet. But we do know he hasn’t crossed the border. We have that angle covered.” Deck nodded to me. “You mind giving us a few minutes, Emily?”
There was no point in asking if I could stay. Both these guys were super protective and they’d want to keep as much of this from me as possible.
“Okay. I’ll start getting ready for tonight.” I started to walk away when Logan snagged my hand and brought me up against his chest. Deck stepped away from us and turned his back. Then Logan was whispering into my ear with that sexy voice that dialed up my desire once again.
“Take a shower. Then lie naked on our bed on your back. Arms above your head. Legs apart, knees bent.”