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And why had I thought calling Logan was something I should do? I dreaded seeing him, but I dreadednotseeing him at the same time. I settled down on the sofa, turned the channel to some old TV game show, just for the noise, and I waited for Logan to come.

Chapter Fourteen

Logan

Jace stood on the front porch of the cabin visibly shivering as I climbed out of my vehicle and came toward the door. A jolt of pure desire hit me like a freight train when I saw him again. God, I’d been kidding myself that I could stay away from him or even entertain the idea of being without him. I’d been moving through this life, just going through the motions and living for revenge since my friends had been killed.Jace had made me start feeling things again after way too many years, and now I couldn’t turn those feelings off. I didn’t want to.

Conway and I had spent most of the night before at the police station until we finally got sprung. We learned that Toby Baker had died of his wounds and had been taken to the morgue. Our people had been dispatched to pick up his body and properly prepare it once his family had seen and identified his remains. We had to make sure he stayed peacefully in his grave. I’d called to check on Jace and his mother had told me he had gone to this cabin. I’d been horrified.

Malone was devolving rapidly, and we had to find him soon. He might be feeling cornered, realizing that his little ruse to make police think Jace had killed him and Hunters think he’d let the area hadn’t worked. He knew now that Hunters were definitely onto him, so it was only a matter of time until he finished whatever it was he’d started. I believed Jace was in terrible danger.

“Why are you out here with no shoes on?” I growled at him as I came up the steps. “It’s freezing.”

“Hello to you too,” he said. I frowned at him, and he gave it right back to me, then stepped back inside the door, motioning for me to follow him. I shook some of the icy rain off myself on the porch and took off my jacket, which had gotten waterlogged just from the time it took to come in from the truck.

The temperature had dropped drastically since early afternoon and the rain was turning to ice in earnest now and hitting hard on the trees and the road.

It was warm and comfortable inside and I came in, looking around. “Whose cabin is this anyway? Did you rent it?”

“No, a friend of mine let me have the key for the holidays.”

“A friend, huh?”

“I do have some, you know.”

I continued to narrow my eyes at him, and he smiled, putting me out of my misery. “Not a guy friend. The cabin belongs to Suzanne, who was my supervisor at Everest. She was nice enough to say she thought I needed a break after I got fired and some breathing room. She felt sorry for me losing my job and she loaned me the key, because she said no one was using the cabin.”

Jace waved me toward a chair in the living area—the fire he’d built in the rock fireplace was heating up the room nicely and creating a nice ambiance. There wasn’t a screen around it and the opening was very large and picturesque. A big, black iron pot stood on a stand beside it, as if it were used for cooking. It was all for show, of course. The rustic cabin look was all very quaint and old fashioned, but it was a sham. This cabin was modern and well appointed.

A remote cabin, a cozy fire, and Jace? A recipe for disaster.

“Can I offer you a cup of coffee? Or something to eat?” I glanced over at him, and those big, beautiful eyes.

I’m sure I could have stopped what happened next. I’m sure Ishouldhave. But the truth was I didn’t fucking want to. I looked down into that sweet face and crumbled, reaching for him blindly.

He twined his arms around my neck and nuzzled his face into my throat. The fire popped and crackled beside us, and the wind blew against the outer walls, making a lonesome, whistling sound. It felt like we were the only two people left in the world. I kissed him long and hard, and he arched up into me.

The next second he put both hands against my chest and looked up at me. “I thought you said you couldn’t get involved with me,” he said, breathing hard.

“I shouldn’t. It’s against all the rules. But I don’t seem to fucking care.”

Seeing as how all the blood in my body had rushed to my cock, it was as good an answer as he was going to get just then. It was getting hard to make sense, but I managed to growl out the important question.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

He smiled gently and pointed to a back room.

I bent down to grab him and throw him over my shoulder.He squealed and beat on my back, but not very hard.

When I had him laid out on the bed, I started to undress him, brushing his hands away when he tried to help. I alternated with pulling off my own, so eventually I had us both naked, our eyes never leaving each other. I wanted him so much I was feeling the strain in every limb, and I whispered to him softly, my forehead touching his, “I don’t think…dammit, I can’t be gentle.”

“I certainly hope not,” he said, the little flirt, lifting his chin and straining to reach my mouth so he could kiss me again.

I groaned and picked him up, tossing him higher up on the bed, so I could fall on top of him. He pressed his mouth against mine and touched the tip of my tongue with his and I went crazy with need. I groaned aloud, wanting to feel every inch of him. I ran my hands over him and drew it out as long as I could, but Ineededto be inside him. I lifted his legs and positioned myself between his thighs. Both our cocks were leaking by this time, and I widened my eyes as I looked down at him. “Oh hell. Do you have lube?”

“I do. And condoms too. In my bag there.”

I forced myself off the bed to retrieve them but gave him a dark look.

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