Saving Savannah (Haven, Texas 3)

“I’ll leave the two of you to get some sleep. Just stay vigilant. I’ll have my guys do some patrols past here when they can.”

Logan walked Jake out and shook his hand. “Thanks, man.”

Jake nodded, his face serious. “Take care of Savannah. She looks like she’s about to break.”

Logan returned to the living room to find Savannah staring out the front window. She shivered and hugged herself.

“Savi.”

She turned with a gasp. “Has Jake gone?”

He nodded and moved toward her. “Come on, darlin’. I’ll run you a bath and put you to bed, you look done in.”

She licked her lips. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”

“What’s that?” He’d do whatever she needed. He was just damn glad she was speaking up and asking for what she needed.

“I want you to spank me.”

Okay, so that really wasn’t what he’d been expecting. And it was kind of the last thing he wanted to do. She looked like she was about to keel over. She needed care, not to have her butt paddled.

“Savannah, you’re tired as hell. I don’t know how I feel about spanking you right now.”

She smiled brightly. “You’re right. Don’t mind me. I’d love that bath right now.”

Fuck. He’d just done completely the wrong thing. With a groan, he grabbed hold of her arm, pulling her back.

“I’m a fucking idiot.”

She frowned. “No, you’re not. You’re one of the smartest men I know. You’re holding this place, and me, together.”

He had to smile at the ferociousness in her voice. “I’m stupid because Max and I are always telling you to ask for what you need, and the minute you do I turn you down. I just can’t believe you want me to spank you.”

“I have this oppressive feeling like something bad is going to happen. It’s sitting heavy on my chest.” She rubbed her chest as though there was something physically there.

And she wanted a way to relieve the pressure. To think about something else. To give up all her worries and fears for a little while. She needed him to step up and give her what she needed. But he didn’t feel just a spanking would help.

“Strip.”

“What?” She looked at him, startled.

“I’m taking charge. You do exactly as I say or your butt pays the price.” He still felt kind of wrong threatening to spank her when she seemed so lost and fragile. But he needed to help her. Anyway, he could.

“I don’t know . . .” But there was desire mixed in with that hesitance. Trepidation for sure, but also desire. He thought that it was exactly what she needed.

“Don’t wimp out on me now, darlin’.” She needed to stop thinking for a while.

She took a deep breath then nodded. “All right.”

“Good. Strip then meet me in the kitchen.”

Her eyes widened, clearly startled. “What?”

He turned to look at her, just raising one eyebrow.

“Okay,” she answered.

“Okay, Sir.”