Saving Savannah (Haven, Texas 3)

Logan leaned over her, watching her closely to make sure there was no panic. But she just stared up at him a small smile on her face. He kissed her gently as he pushed his way into her tight passage.

Oh, God. It was just as he suspected. He wouldn’t last long.

He pulled back then thrust deeply. Pulling away from her kiss, he moved hard and fast. She clenched down on him, and he had to pause, his control shot.

“Damn. Damn, that feels too good. Max, I need your help.” He drew back, kneeling and drawing her up, so she was half lying on his lap and half on the bed. Max tapped her clit with his finger as Logan pushed in and out of her pussy. Her head rolled back and forth on the bed, her hands grabbing hold of the bed covers.

“I’m close. Real close. You’re coming with me, darlin’,” Logan ordered. “Come. Now!”

She screamed, pulsing around him and sending him flying over the edge.

Fuck yeah.

Chapter Eight

Savannah moved around the kitchen, tidying up. The kitchen was at the back of the house and looked out over the rolling hills. She loved this land; she had since the moment Max and Logan had first brought her here. They were so eager to show her the land they owned and nervous she wouldn’t like it. She could tell that from the way they kept apologizing over the state of the place, how it needed a few repairs.

Max had been quick to reassure her things wouldn’t always b

e like this. That they had plans to make a success of the ranch.

She sighed. Something was worrying Max. That was becoming more and more evident. She’d have thought it had something to do with her if she hadn’t noticed him closing Logan out as well. Whatever was going on with him, Logan wasn’t any more clued in than she was. And that really worried her.

The only place he wasn’t closed off was in the bedroom. Well, not just in the bedroom. Wherever they were making love. Whether that was the bedroom, the shower, even the kitchen this morning. She fanned herself as she remembered Max bending her over the table to give her a few sharp smacks when she’d made some disparaging remarks about herself. Then he’d proceeded to fuck her. He hadn’t even completely stripped their clothes off, just pulled up her skirt, dragged down her panties, and entered her. Delicious.

She grabbed a glass out of the dishwasher and reached up to place it in the cupboard. Ever since she’d moved in here, she’d been planning on moving the glasses down to a cupboard where she didn’t have to stretch on to tiptoe. No time like the present. Savannah grabbed a step stool and started moving the glasses to the counter. She’d decide where to put them after she’d gotten them all down.

Her mind drifted as she performed the mindless task. She needed to think about going back to work. She couldn’t spend her days rearranging things in the house.

She just hoped she had a career to go back to. Lila had emailed all her clients and explained she’d had to take some unexpected time off, but she wouldn’t blame them if they never used her again. That was the problem with being a freelance graphic designer. It gave her flexibility, but she was also responsible for everything. But if she had to build up her client base again, she would.

A loud ringing startled her. She gasped, the glass in her hand slipping to the floor with a smash as she grabbed hold of the stool, her heart racing.

The phone rang. “Greensleeves.” How could such a monster like “Greensleeves”? Savannah stared at him through blurry eyes as he pulled the phone from his pocket. What the hell? Her teeth chattered, her arms burned as her weight started to pull on them. She was exhausted, she was in agony, and she was so damn scared.

And he was calmly answering the phone just like everything was normal.

“Yes, sweetheart . . . no, the usual. . . I tell you what, when I get home I’ll take you out to that Thai place you like . . . bye . . . Love you too.”

Thai? Love you?

Who was he talking to? And did they have any idea of the sort of monster he was?

He turned back to her, and her shaking increased. Oh, God. Oh, God.

“Apologies for the interruption, my dear. My girlfriend gets lonely when I’m away on business.”

Savannah gasped, her body trembling as her gaze shot around the room. Where was she? Where was that asshole? Was he coming back for her? She whimpered, dropping to the floor and pulling her legs up against her chest. Her heart pounded as nausea bubbled in her stomach.

She didn’t know how long she sat there before the ringing of the phone brought her fully back to the present.

The kitchen. Her house. She’d been moving the glasses into a different cupboard. She glanced around and saw the smashed glass on the floor.

Shit.

She’d need to tidy that up before one of her men came in and freaked out. They were starting to leave her alone for longer stretches but they were never far away and they checked in on her often.

Why had that happened now? She’d heard the phone ring dozens of times since she’d been taken, and she’d never once had a flashback.