Hastings clapped me on the back. “Keep her. Marry her. Before she takes those rose-colored glasses off and sees the real you.”
With that, Hastings and Bridges walked away, laughing all the while, and momentarily blocking the view of her father still glaring at the end of the hallway.
I scowled right back, hating the fact that maybe Hastings and Bridges were right. Maybe I was that annoying rash that just wouldn’t go away. Maybe I was fooling myself. Maybe I didn’t deserve to be happy. Maybe I…
Katy moved forward and wrapped her arms around my torso, momentarily startling me out of my morose thoughts.
“I don’t think you’re a fuck-up,” she told me bluntly. “I also don’t think that my dad will make this a big deal. All he wants is for me to be happy. And if that happens to come with you, then he’ll embrace it. He might have a problem right now, but he’ll get over it.” She leaned back so that she could look into my eyes. “And the only reason he dislikes you right now is because I finally found someone that he can see me spending my life with. All the others were just that. Others. They weren’t you.”
I wasn’t quite sure I agreed with her, but I appreciated her belief in me.
“I’ll work it out, honey,” I told her. “In the meantime, keep your nose clean, don’t talk to the press, and for God’s sake, make sure that you pay attention to your surroundings. We don’t know who killed Jakobe, so we need to be cautious right now and assume the worst.”
“The worst being…”
“That whoever killed him could also know what he did to you,” I said. “I have this feeling.”
Her eyes sharpened. “One of those feelings.”
I nodded once.
“Okay,” she said. “Then I’ll make sure to pay attention, and I won’t do anything stupid like walk alone at night in the dark.”
My mouth kicked up.
She rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her mouth against mine. Softly.
“Take care of yourself, Logan Gibbs,” she ordered. “I want someone to handcuff myself to tonight.”
With that, she walked away and didn’t look back.
Because if she had, she would’ve still seen her father standing at the end of the long hallway, an expression of hostility on his face.
Fuck.
I turned my back on the man and started outside, heading straight for my motor unit.
Captain Morgan never left my side.
“Are you a motherfuckin’ dumbass?” Captain Morgan asked as we walked toward the bikes.
“I’m sorry but correct me if I’m wrong,” I looked at him. “I just made it to where his daughter had an alibi. He might not like the fact that I slept with her, which I’m going to do again, and again hopefully, but he’s grateful that I did because otherwise her whereabouts couldn’t be corroborated last night, and she might have found herself in a very different situation today.”
Captain Morgan sighed. “Just because you are right, doesn’t mean that he’s not going to hate you.”
That was true.
Very, very true.
I would also deal.
I’d done it before, I’d do it again.
I was the master of riding out storms.
That was what my life had been like for my entire life. One massive storm. I’d think that I’d weathered it, that I’d made it out whole on the other side, just for it to swing back around and fuck me up all over again.
I had no idea that Katy would be the biggest storm of all, or that I’d come to need that storm as much as I did.Chapter 16Telling a man that you already have a man won’t stop him from wanting you. But if you tell him you used to be a man…
-Text from AJ to Katy
Katy
It was morning once again, and this time instead of metal handcuffs around our wrists to keep me in place, there were fur-lined leather ones holding us together.
Logan was on top of me, moving slowly in and out of me, and his mouth was devouring mine.
I gasped and lifted my legs higher, trying to find that perfect angle, when he completely shifted us to where I was on top.
The moment that he had me in place, I rose up and started riding him fast. Fast and hard, until that feeling was at a fever pitch.
When I started to feel that place tightening, feeling closer and closer to where I needed to be, I whispered, “I’m going to come.”
Logan’s hands spanned my hips and helped me move, up and down, harder and harder until finally I detonated.
I cried out, throwing my head back, exposing my throat.
He lifted up and dropped his mouth to my neck, hands fisting in my hair as he fucked me harder and faster.
Things inside of me clenched, tightened and exploded all at once.
My abdominal muscles clenched so hard that they began to hurt, and my breathing was sawing so fast in and out of my lungs that my throat was beginning to feel raw.