Except… Audrey watches us from the doorway leading to the kitchen.
“Wait.” I lay a hand on Logan’s arm, then release him to walk toward Audrey. “Come with us. We can keep you safe.”
She smiles, scanning the area. “To be honest, this is my home. It’s all I’ve known.”
“But it’s too dangerous for you here. To be involved with all this is too risky.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve made it this long. I’m happy you are free, miss Sora.” And with that, she turns, leaving me to see her for the last time.
I hope she’ll be okay.
I return to Logan, and he guides us through the crowd of guests, no one daring to glance our way.
We come to stand in front of a black Corvette with tinted windows.
“Yours?” I question with wide eyes.
“I borrowed it from a friend. Had to look the part.”
“Nice touch.”
Logan studies me, burning me alive with his stare. Both his hands grip my hips as he jerks me forward into his body. Then he presses us back into the car, my spine smashed against the ultra-fancy car. There’s no room to breathe with his hard body against mine like this. It’s like a barricade of muscles.
I grab his suit jacket, fisting it in with my hands and peer up at him. “We really should get out of here,” I whisper, but my body is screaming for him.
“We should, but not before I do this.” He brings me closer, crushing his lips to mine, and he kisses me like he’s never kissed me before. I can feel his hardness pressing into me and I moan while his tongue dances with mine.
Logan’s hands are all over me, and I arch my back into him. He goes for the bare skin that’s visible from the high slit in my dress and squeezes my cheeks in his palms.
“I need you so badly,” I whine with burning pain.
“I’m taking you. As soon as we’re home. You’re all mine, Sora. Every single part of you.”
A couple walk out and that’s our cue. Logan opens the passenger door for me without breaking eye contact and then makes his way to the driver’s side.
I can’t believe I’m just able to leave. To walk away like nothing ever happened.
He holds my hand almost the entire way home. It’s a long, brutal drive and I just want to be with Logan. We can finally be together without any strings attached.
“Have I told you how incredibly hot you look in that suit?”
He smirks. “Have I told you how absolutely breathtaking you look in that fucking dress? Too bad it’s coming off and you’ll never be wearing it again.”
Don’t need to argue with that.
Logan drives us home, the hours adding to the distance of the place I’ll never have to know again. I watch the trees blur by, closing my eyes.
As we finally pull into the driveway, my pulse jumps.
Thirty-Nine
At the sight of a man leaning against a motorcycle, I peer over at Logan, who’s still as calm as ever. But I don’t miss the way he does a quick search of the area surrounding us.
“Who is that?” With my stomach in knots, I peer at the stranger. Logan told me before, if I ever saw anyone from the MC, to run. But Logan isn’t running.
“It’s all good, dove.”
Logan meets me in front of the car, taking my hand in his, keeping me slightly behind him.
