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Logan grins, shrugging his shoulders. “Girl crap.”
Girl crap? I roll my eyes. No doubt he packed fifty pairs of panties, no bras, or pants. He probably didn’t even pack my socks. Shit…that means he went through my stuff.
If he did, then he saw—
Spinning on my heel, I charge back into my house, once again ignoring his protests. “If it’s safe enough for your giant ass, it’s safe enough for mine!” I shout over my shoulder before taking one last deep breath of fresh air. I make a beeline for my bedroom, preparing myself for the carnage.
Surprisingly, it’s not terrible. There’s barely any water on the hardwood. The main area seems to have received the brunt of the damage. However, that’s not what has my attention. No, what does is the mess left behind by Logan.
Every drawer I own is open andempty. Every. Single. One.
Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.
Running to my bedside table, I find the bottom drawer cracked open, which, believe it or not, stands out more than any of the rest. It’s the only one that hasn’t been pilfered. Or so it would appear. Slowly I open the drawer, finding it still chuck full of its contents. My forehead drops onto the end table as I release a heavy sigh of relief.
“Oh, don’t worry, I saw it.” My head darts up, finding Logan leaning against my door frame, an unreadable expression on his handsome face. “That’s quite the interesting collection you have there.” He juts his chin to where I’m kneeling as if I needed the clarification.
Humiliation washes through me. Shit. I can’t believe he found my stash.
I have—tastes. Very, specific, interesting tastes. Kinks, if you will.
The knotty kind.
“So, what are they?” he murmurs, his voice much closer now. I jump, slamming the drawer closed.
“Shit, Logan. You’re insanely quiet for such a big guy.”
He grins, dropping his ass on my bed and settling in. “What are they, Shiloh?”
Gritting my teeth so hard they grind together, I ignore his question and deflect like a pro. “How bad is the damage?”
Logan’s smile drops. He runs a hand through his hair, anger and frustration morphing from his previously happy expression. “Fuck. It’s pretty bad, Babydoll. The pipes are old and rusted. They should have been replaced a long fuckin’ time ago. You rent, right?”
I nod, my gut churning.
He sighs. “Yeah, thought so. This area’s all pretty much rentals these days.” Logan stands, his eyes roaming around my bedroom, taking in every tiny detail. “Your landlord’s gonna have a massive bill ahead of him and a shit ton of work.” He shakes his head, looking down at me again. “I could bore you with all the details, but honestly, I need to talk to him. He shouldn’t have let anyone move in here.”
“You don’t need to do that, Logan” I protest. I grip the edge of the bed to stand, but then he’s there, lifting me to my feet. His hands stay wrapped around my ribcage as he looks down at me.
“I know,” he smiles, his voice taking on a hint of teasing. “I don’thaveto do anything, but I want to. You may not have agreed to what I said outside, but that doesn’t change the facts.”
“What facts?” I murmur breathily.
“That you’re mine.”
He kisses me then, silencing the argument sitting on my tongue. It’s hot and demanding, sending shivers across my skin. My thighs clench together as arousal courses through me. Logan bites my lip, tugging it between his teeth. I moan into his mouth, already needing more. God, was it only a few hours ago I came all over his thigh? My panties are still damp from cumming, and they’re getting even wetter by the second.
The kiss is over way too quickly, leaving me heated and needy. “Don’t argue with me, Babydoll. Please. Just let me take care of this for you. Let me handle your landlord, your house, and bring you home so I can make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” I whisper. “I—”
“I said don’t argue,” he grunts, seconds before his massive palm is landing on my ass. The slap is hard, and the sting of pain makes me cry out, but then, he’s rubbing the small hurt away and squeezing the flesh like he can’t get enough. “Questions?”
I swallow, fighting down the urge to ask for another spanking. Instead, I say, “How long will I be staying with you?”
Grinning, he leans down to my ear and whispers, “Forever, if I have it my way.”
I groan, pushing him away.
