Cowboy Truth: Cowboy Justice Association #3 (28 page)

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ogan patted his stomach and stretched out his legs. He and Ava had finished dinner and were lying in front of the fire. He knew he’d been a jerk earlier and had been trying to make it up to her. He simply wasn’t ready to deal with the eight hundred pound elephant in the room. Eventually he wouldn’t have any choice, of course. He was living on borrowed time.

“Was everything okay?” Ava looked worried, her brows pinched together.

Picking up her dainty feet, he started massaging the instep. He stripped off her socks to find her toes were painted a delicate shade of pink. Was everything about her sexy? She groaned as he found a particularly sensitive spot.

“Dinner was great. No complaints.” The food had been cooked perfectly but he would have told her it was fabulous even if it tasted like paste. She’d stuck by him through all this shit and the least he could do was not be an asshole to her.

“Oh, that feels amazing.” Her teeth sunk into her full bottom lip and her head fell back into the cushion. “So good.” The last part came out as a groan of pleasure.

Chuckling to himself, Logan continued to work on the pliant flesh. Ava’s lids fluttered closed in ecstasy as he dug into the pads of her foot. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she jerked her leg back.

“Did I hurt you?” He didn’t think he had but she’d pulled away from him like she’d been shocked with a cattle prod.

“You’ve had a bad day,” she said. “A bad couple of days.”

“Welcome to my life,” he replied sardonically. “What does that have to do with your foot massage?”

“I’m supposed to rub your shoulders when you have a bad day.” Ava sat up and began to move around him. He wasn’t sure he heard her correctly.

“What? I don’t understand.”

“We have a deal. You have a bad day. I rub your shoulders. Why don’t you take off your shirt?”

There was nothing he wanted more except for maybe taking his pants off too, but he was still numb with disbelief. Was she really stopping her own massage just to give him one? He’d never had anyone who gave a shit about his day that much.

He shook his head, trying to move her back into position. “Don’t worry about it, good girl. I was giving you a foot rub. I know you liked it.”

She gave him a look that said he was dumb as a stump. “Of course I liked it. Who wouldn’t? But I promised to rub your shoulders so take off your shirt.”

He didn’t argue but instead pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the couch. Her hands were soft and warm as they stroked his skin, his body waking up instantly. His mind, however, wasn’t letting go of conscious thought that easily.

She’d kept her promise.

The words tumbled through his head over and over. She’d been the first woman who hadn’t wanted anything from him, and now she was the first woman who had put him first. He still couldn’t quite believe it, but he wasn’t going to question it now.

Her hands kneaded at the tight muscles and he let himself relax as his tension dissolved. It felt good. More than good, really. As good as his shoulder felt, his heart felt even better. She really cared about him. Honest to God.

A part of him wanted to tell her how he felt but the fearful part of him clapped his mouth shut tight. He didn’t really know what he felt after all. Having never felt anything for a woman in his life, this could be a mirage or maybe temporary insanity. It didn’t mean it was…you know…

Shit—he couldn’t even think it, let alone say it.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, paying no attention to her protests. He reached behind her and flicked on the radio.

“Dance with me, good girl.”

Her smile lit up her whole face, and he twisted the dial until he found a station playing bouncy tunes from the 80s. After all these years, he still didn’t know what Wang Chung meant but it was a good song to dance to. He and Ava twirled around the floor, giggling like teenagers. He dirty danced his woman until she was looking up at him with a seductive expression. His cock was hard and aching in his jeans and Ava’s nipples were poking holes in his chest.

It was time to move this party into the bedroom. Logan Wright style.

He bent over and pressed his shoulder into her abdomen, lifting her into a fireman hold. She squealed and beat him on the back with her fists but she was laughing the entire time. Clearly she didn’t truly want him to stop, but he smacked at her bottom a few times just in fun. She shrieked and wriggled in his arms but it was a half-hearted attempt to get away.

Tonight he’d be with the one woman who could make everything all better.

*   *   *   *

It simply wasn’t fair for one man to be that incredibly sexy.

Logan was shucking off his jeans, boxers, and socks, and Ava sucked in her breath as his beautiful body was revealed. He looked like something that should be on display sculpted in marble. All hard muscle, his body radiated leashed power, and she reached out to trace his ridged abs with her greedy fingers.

Groaning at her exploration, Logan grinned and captured her hands before pinning them behind her back. She giggled at the restraint knowing he would never hurt her. In fact it was exciting to be helpless like this as his lips traveled up the sensitive column of her neck, over her jaw, and rubbing against the corner of her mouth.

His tongue snaked out and ran along her bottom lip and she mewled with frustration until he fused their mouths together. As always his kiss took her breath away and she strained to get closer to him, loving his clean masculine scent and the heat of his body.

“My good girl is frustrated.” Logan chuckled and she could feel the reverberation in his chest. “What does she want?”

She twisted but his firm and gentle grip held her easily. She was at his mercy at the moment.

“I want you,” she said breathlessly. “Now.”

His lips played with hers but never allowed full contact. “So demanding. I think I need you to be more specific. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Logan might be the only man in the universe she could do these things with but she wasn’t sure she could just out and out ask for it. She shook her head and tried to hide her flushed cheeks.

“Uh uh uh, good girl.” One hand released her wrists and lifted her chin so she had to look into the blue depths of his gaze while the other still restrained her hands behind her back. “If you say it, honey, you’ll get whatever you want. I swear.”

There was a world of promises in those eyes. Promises she desperately wanted to believe. Did she dare put words to fantasies she’d only dreamed about?

“I swear, good girl. Anything you want. It’s all about you tonight. Trust me,” he urged, his voice deep and compelling. She wanted to trust in him. Believe in him. She licked her dry lips and forced the words past her suddenly thick tongue.

“I want you to dominate me. I want you to be everything.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up but then a grin slowly crossed his face. “I think I’d like that. I think I’d like to be everything to you.” Logan let her go and stood up. “Strip, Ava.”

“Have you ever—” She broke off, unsure how to ask the question but Logan seemed to understand.

“I’ve played some bedroom games before,” he answered softly. “Tonight you don’t want to think about the case or what we’ve discovered, am I right?”

She nodded with relief, glad he understood. She wanted both of them to think of nothing else but each other tonight. Tomorrow would come soon enough and they’d have to face everything.

“I want the same thing.” His soft blue eyes locked with hers. “I want to lose myself in your body. I want to own you so you’ll never look at another man ever again. Strip, Ava.”

His voice was hypnotic and compelling, and she reached for the buttons on her blouse, popping them open one by one. He’d said he didn’t want her to ever look at another man ever again. Ever was a long time. She wasn’t sure he was in it for that long, but she was. Logan was her man and she was his woman. Tonight for sure. Tomorrow hopefully. She wasn’t going to leave until he told her he was done. She’d stick around and make him happy. Anything could happen. Maybe Logan might fall in love with her. Stranger things had happened.

Ava tossed her shirt aside and worked on her jeans, sliding them down her legs. She felt Logan’s heated gaze on her body and her insides turned to liquid. He made her feel sexy and wanted in a way no one ever had. She quickly stripped her bra and panties and let him inspect her bare body, squirming slightly inside. As beautiful as he made her feel there was still that last remnant of the good girl she’d been making her uncomfortable.

Reaching out, he ran his fingers through her hair. “Mine. All of this is mine.”

God, yes.

Cool air ran across her heated flesh and her nipples peaked as he ran a finger around one and then the other. “So pretty. All pink and tight for me. Play with your nipples, good girl. I want to watch you.”

If she did that she sure couldn’t be called a good girl anymore. She probably couldn’t anyway as she’d admitted to enjoying the spanking he’d given her. Those weren’t exactly the actions of a goody two-shoes.

“Now, Ava. Or you get punished for not obeying.”

Her gaze flew to his stern features. He appeared to be completely serious although not angry or mean. Her thoughts went back and forth as to whether she wanted to obey or be punished. The last time had been pleasurable, and she wanted to feel it again.

“You’d spank me?”

She held her breath waiting for his answer. A corner of his mouth tipped up in amusement.

“Punishments will take a form of my choosing. It might be a spanking. It could be something else. Are you going to obey me?”

The possibilities of “something else” made her dizzy with anticipation. Cream was gathering between her legs and her breathing was growing shallow. Apparently she’d waited too long. Logan pushed her back onto the mattress and lifted her arms over her head. She felt something soft wrap around her wrists and she tugged on them but got nowhere. He’d tied her hands to the headboard. A moment of panic flew through her, accelerating her heart as she pulled at the restraints. Logan placed a calming hand on her abdomen.

“Calm down, good girl. If you want me to let you go, I will. But I think you’ll like this punishment.”

His tone was gentle and soothing and she stopped thrashing on the bed. He was completely calm and in control and she knew he’d untie her in a second if she wanted to be. She lifted her arms and craned her neck so she was looking back.

“How did you know the restraints were there?” she asked suspiciously. “Did you set this up in advance?”

Logan’s rich laughter filled the quiet room. “I’d love to be that devious but sadly I’m not. Jared has a…thing for tying up his women. When you defied me, I thought you might like a taste of domination. If it’s not your thing I can untie you.”

He reached for the soft restraints but she shook her head. “No. Wait. This is a…punishment?”

She was already getting turned on from being tied up. It didn’t feel much like discipline.

“It is. You’ll see why if we continue.”

“Your friend does this all the time?” She stalled for time by asking another question. A thought occurred to her. “How the heck did you know?”

Logan raised his hands in surrender. “I found the velvet ties last time I stayed here and gave him a rash of shit about it until he admitted it. He has to be in charge in bed or something like that.”

Ava rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and you don’t care either way. Admit it—you like to be in charge too.”

“I don’t need a woman to be tied up but I do like getting my way. I thought we’d covered that last time. Now what’s it going to be? Tied up or not?”

He was looking at her expectantly and she knew what her answer was. She’d only been delaying the inevitable.

“Tied up,” she conceded. “I hope I don’t regret this.”

“Trust me, good girl.”

He’s the only man in the world she would ever trust to do something like this. She’d had a boyfriend who had once suggested it and Ava had ended that relationship quickly. He’d come across as a guy who would tie her up and then do something that would be all about him. Logan would make sure she enjoyed this, punishment or not.

He insinuated himself between her legs and leaned over her torso. Letting his lips brush her quivering flesh here and there, he drove her slowly out of her mind with the teasing pleasure. His lips encircled an already hard nipple and she arched her back as he suckled it hard, his teeth giving her just the edge of pain.

She could feel his hard cock press into the softness of her belly so she lifted her hips and ground against him. He sucked in a breath and his dick throbbed against her.

“Witch. Naughty little witch,” he murmured against her, letting his tongue slide to the delicate underside of her breast.

He repeated his ministrations on the other side while the cool air caressed her overheated skin. She tugged at the restraints and instantly understood what the punishment was now.

She needed to touch him.

His gorgeous body beckoned and she couldn’t do anything about it. Her wrists were firmly attached to the headboard and she wasn’t getting out until he let her.