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“No, but I really don’t care. His name is Mac and you aren’t getting him back. Dogs don’t ask for a shitty life, they don’t ask for anything other than love and affection. They’re completely innocent and you have the gall to ask if you can bring him back to the place where he almost died? Yes, he almost died, Nicole. Because your boyfriend beat him bloody and left him on Logan’s doorstep just to prove a point. He was left alone in the cold when he was practically a newborn. You aren’t getting him back.”
Color appeared in her cheeks and her eyes narrowed, skinny arms crossing over her chest. “I don’t know who you think you are, Doc. But I’ll take you to court and-”
“Good!” I shot back, fuming. “Take me to court. Let me show a judge photographic evidence of what your boyfriend did to Mac. I would love to tell an entire court what the hell Conlon’s been up to for the last month. Harassment, abuse, I could probably get him on stalking charges, too.”
I probably couldn’t, but whatever. I also didn’t have photographic evidence of Mac’s abuse. But it didn’t matter because she was bluffing. Nicole wouldn’t bring me to court because she wouldn’t risk Conlon’s freedom for a dog, even if the dog was an adorable, clumsy, loving beast who barked at the tv and ate like a pig.
She was silent as she stared me down and I squared my shoulders, silently daring her to say something else. Logan was silent, watching me with narrowed brown eyes and a smile tugging at his lips. But still, he didn’t scold me, didn’t tell me that he didn’t need my help.
Because we were a team.
A slightly dysfunctional, somewhat brazen, definitely complicated team. But a team nonetheless.
“Well,” he finally said and shifted his gaze to Nicole. “I think you have your answer, Nic. And as much as it saddens me, I think I have mine, too.”
“Fuck you, Logan.” was her only response, and then she was gone.
We watched her weave through the crowd until she disappeared completely, blending in with the all of the nameless faces that surrounded us.
“Let’s get out of here,” Logan said and curled a hand around my elbow, walking us back toward the direction we came.
It was a bit of a walk to the parking garage and the wind was harsh. Logan’s strides were purposeful but it was obvious that he was in pain because his jaw was clenched and he had a determined look on his face.
I kept my head down as I walked with him, lost in thought. I felt bad for Nicole and I hated the thought of her going back home to Conlon. What if he hurt her again? What if next time it happened she didn’t get away? My mind was racing. I couldn’t relate because I’d never been with someone abusive before, but I could imagine the fear that followed her everywhere she went. I hoped she would change her mind and call Logan. I hoped she’d take him up on his offer to get her out of Boston and back to Florida. But I had a sinking feeling that we wouldn’t be hearing from her for a while, if at all.
When we got to the garage, we made our way to the second floor. It was abandoned and quiet, almost eerily so. I was two or three steps ahead of Logan when he came up behind me and turned me in his arms, pressing me back against the side of his car while his arms caged me in on either side. I looked up at him, startled, and then gasped when I felt the hard length of his cock against my leg.
“Logan!” I hissed, my eyes darting around, trying to see if anyone was there, watching us.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he responded, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned down, nudging his forehead against my cheek so I’d turn my head, and then his lips were covering the pulsepoint in my throat. His teeth nipped sharply and I involuntarily arched against him as his tongue soothed the sting of his bite. “You’re so hot when you lose your temper.”
“We’re in public,” I tried again, my voice strangled.
Logan didn’t respond and instead pressed himself harder against me, licking and kissing my neck in a way that had me squeezing my eyes shut as heat pooled between my legs. His hands slid down my sides to my hips as he finally lifted his head, his chocolate gaze dark.
“I want you. Right here right now.”
Right now? We’re in a parking garage! My breath was choppy as I looked up at him, the rational part of my brain telling me this was a stupid, reckless idea. He wanted to have sex in a parking garage when anyone could show up at any given moment and see us.
But that was the rational part of my brain.
The irrational part, the part that was probably connected to my vagina, had other plans. There was something inherently hot about fucking in a public place, not that I’d ever done it. But I’d thought about it. The risk of getting caught, of having to stay quiet. It was risky and sexy and I wanted it.
“But people-”
“Now, Juliette,” Logan said, his voice husky. “I want to feel you come on my cock right now.”
I gave a small moan and pressed myself harder against him, my arms wrapping around his waist as I leaned up, my lips pressing against his in a hard, fuck-me-now, kiss. Logan pressed one hand against the back of my head, holding me there as his tongue delved into my mouth. The kiss was dirty, rough, and left me aching for more.
A small beeping noise let me know that he’d unlocked the car and as I swept my tongue along the curve of his jaw, Logan opened the door to the back seat and shoved me inside. He quickly followed behind me and I welcomed the weight and warmth of him as he covered me, fingers already tugging down the zipper of my jacket.
I bumped my head against the opposite door and snorted, making him laugh as he tugged my jacket down my shoulders. When he leaned up and hit the top of his head on the roof, I laughed even harder, sitting up and tugging at his belt until I was pulling it through his belt loops and throwing it in the front seat. It seemed that, in theory, car sex was great. In reality, however, it was a fucking disaster and I was loving every second if it.
We quickly, and clumsily, switched positions after he’d slid my leggings down and off, my boots somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Logan was now sitting with me on his lap, my legs spread on either side of his hips as I tangled my fingers in his hair and yanked his mouth back to mine.
“Fuck,” he growled as I ground my hips down against him. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Oh, but I did, because if it was anything like what he was doing to me, then we were about to die a euphoric death filled with passionate kisses and soul shattering orgasms.
