dal

torcycle, the cold tablet still in my hands. The engine

over. He held out a hand to steady me as I d

a flicker of something almost like amusement crossi

ouse was a fortress. Patched members stood guard

f a bar, lounge, and pool hall. The air was thick w

they were doing, their conversations dyi

lamb surroun

beside me. "The Prez never bring

up a flight of stairs to a heavy black steel door at t

, sealing off the noi

irs. It was a vast, minimalist apartment with dark wood

e. He looked at me with open astonishment. "This

rned to Logan. "Holy shit, Logan

g to a large walk-in closet

ned the closet

esses, and shirts. Shelves of shoes and bags. Everything was new,

ll of this before

Shane whispered to Logan, his voice fi

you rest here. Use the intercom if you need anything." Then

I walked to the window, watchi

of a dress. This wasn't a gi

melled like him - a pressing, possessive scent, like his heat and muscle had

ch time passed befo

across the powerful muscles of his chest and arms, the fabric straining so tig

de of the bed and

for you?" he asked, his voice a

y twisting into the sheets beneath me. "These aren'

own my face and sliding lower, then dragging

the mattress beside my head, caging

s on his breath, heat r

oard, my toes curling into the sheets,

eath brushing across my lips, tinged with

ating moment - seconds that stretc

, my palms slick with sweat. Then he pushed himself up

er his shoulder. "We're get

onless, my breath still ragged, the sheets still c