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A t the sight of a man leaning against a motorcycle, I peer over at Logan, who’s still as calm as ever. But I don’t miss the way he does a quick search of the area surrounding us.

“Who is that?” With my stomach in knots, I peer at the stranger. Logan told me before, if I ever saw anyone from the MC, to run. But Logan isn’t running.

“It’s all good, dove.”

Logan meets me in front of the car, taking my hand in his, keeping me slightly behind him.

This other guy is tall like Logan and clearly takes care of himself as well. His dark hair is perfectly styled, almost like Crew's, though Crew has more edge.

I confirm my suspicions that he belongs to a club when I clock his MC vest draped over top of his T-shirt.

He and Logan shake hands, his focus landing on me. “I can see why you were willing to risk everything.”

I swallow, taking a glance at Logan. What did that mean, exactly?

“I’m glad to tell you in person how much I appreciate your help in all this, but if you don’t mind, I’m going to take my woman inside.”

The man reaches for my hand and Logan deeply sighs next to me. “Name’s Spencer.”

“I’m Sora. I guess I should be thanking you too, since I’m assuming you had something to do with me being here,” I say, guessing from Logan’s words. If this man did aid in my rescue, he deserves a thank you.

He smirks. “How’d you like the car?”

“Oh, it’s yours? It rides like a dream.”

“I can take you for a ride sometime—”

“Weren’t you leaving?” Logan challenges this Spencer guy.

He laughs. “Probably a good idea. Shouldn’t be here. It was nice meeting you, Sora.”

Just before he takes off, Lana comes bolting outside our duplex. I barely have time to brace for the impact as she barrels into me, wrapping her petite arms around my back.

“Never. Ever. Do that to me again. I thought I’d lost you,” she whispers as she weeps into my shoulder.

I hug her back, having the same emotion. “I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

She pulls away, studying my serious expression. “So that’s it then. It’s over?”

“Yes,” Logan answers before I can.

“Thank God.” Lana’s shoulders release the tension they were holding.

“Sora,” Crew says my name, walking from Logan’s doorway to join the reunion. “I’m glad to be seeing you again.”

I huff out a breath. “Me too.”

A cat-calling whistle sounds from our left. “If all the women in town look like them, maybe I should move here, too.” Spencer throws a charming smile Lana’s way, but she holds firm with a distinct loathing expression clear as day.

Okay. That’s odd.

According to his leather cut, his club is in the city outside of town. So not too far from us. Which isn’t exactly comforting. It’s the same club Logan was once involved in, the one Crew, unfortunately, is still a part of.

“I thought you were leaving.” Crew’s tight expression locks on him.

“Right. Guess I’m off then.” Swinging his leg over his motorcycle seat, he says, “I’ll be sending someone over to pick up my car. And Crew… I’ll be seeing you.” He nods, him and Crew exchange glances before he takes off, leaving the sound of thundering pipes behind.

“Wait. Were you next door this whole time?” Lana asks, focusing on Crew.

“I was. But since everything is right in the world again, I’ll be leaving. Glad you’re okay, Sora.”

“Thank you. For all your help.”

With a nod, he heads off.

“God. I’m so happy you’re okay.”

I touch Lana’s cheek. “You’re the best, best friend a girl can have. Thank you for caring about me so much.”

“Well, duh.” She smiles. “It’s been hell, though, and I can’t even tell you how relieved I am. I hope Jason rots in hell.”

There aren’t enough words on how much I agree.

“You look exhausted. Get some sleep,” I tell her.

Tired shadows line underneath Lana’s eyes letting me know just how much she was in fact worried about me, and I am lucky to have such good friends. “Not going to lie. Sleep sounds amazing. Take care of her, big L.”

“Big L?” Logan raises a brow, and I chuckle beside him.

“Made it up just now and I kind of like it.” Lana giggles, walking inside.

Logan shakes his head. “I’m taking you home.” He gently places a hand on my waist, heat swirling under his touch.

“But I am home.”

Without looking back, Logan guides me to his place, and I don’t protest. How can I? This man literally swooped in like a superhero and saved me from the evil villain. I’d go anywhere with him. And he is taking me home. His place. He calls it our home.

I’m in trouble.

Once inside, he stands watching me with caution yet softness. He strokes my cheek intending to soak in all my fears.

“Sorry. I just need a minute to process everything.” With my hands pressing on the door, I lean against it, watching Logan watch me.

The chemistry between us is unmatched.

“I’m not going anywhere, dove.”

The flutter of my heart makes my stomach flip-flop with excitement. “It’s just… it’s hard for me to think it’s really over. That Jason would actually let me go. Will he come after you? What if he decides he wants me back? What if—”

“Shh. Hey.” The largeness of Logan engulfs me and the touch of him as he holds my waist soothes away the worry. “He’s not coming back. Trust me. You’re free, Sora. Safe. He’ll never lay his hands on you again.” The threat deep in his voice sends an icy shiver through me.

I nod, swallowing harshly. “Thank you for getting me out of there. I wish I could have saved myself, but I’m glad I had you.”

“Oh, my sweet dove. You did. You’re so fucking brave. So strong. I was just there to lend a little help.”

Tears form and before I know it, they roll down each cheek and onto the arms of my savior. “I think I love you, Logan Beckham.”

My heart thumps out of control, but as soon as he grins, I let out a relaxed breath.

“And I love you, Sora. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the day I saw you in that lake.”

I smile. My heart smiles and without a second thought, I throw myself into the arms of the man I actually love.

Without ever having this feeling before.

Sure, I loved my father, love Lana, but being in love is a wild thing.

Like yellow dandelions on a sunny day. It is unlike anything I’ve ever had before, and I want it all with Logan.

The love. The home. The future. With him and only him.

He holds me as I bury myself into him, his muscled arms wrapped around my back so tightly.

Then I remember…

I pull away, locking eyes with him. “I’m not married anymore, Logan. Well, I mean, I am but—”

He doesn’t let me finish as he crashes his lips to mine. A moan rushes out as I’m being lifted off the ground and into Logan’s arms. He holds me bridal style while we still kiss like we’ve missed out on years together.

And… maybe we have.

His tongue dances with mine before breaking away to carry me up the front steps and inside. My feet hit the floor, and his fiery eyes rake over my body. Piece by piece, he ignites me.

“Take off the dress.” He prowls closer. “As hot as you look in it, I never want to see it again.”

I unzip it. “We’ll throw it in the lake. Burn it. I don’t care.”

He smirks, me letting the material that once clung to my body pool to the floor.

“You’re the most stunning woman, Sora. How did I find you?”

“We found each other,” I say, moving my bare body closer to him. “Now you better get naked before my vagina explodes.”

Logan pulls off his suit jacket, then discards the rest of his clothes, leaving him in only his briefs. A site I’m afraid I will never tire of seeing.

He looks like a model. His perfectly chiseled body is one I never want to stop feeling. When he takes off his briefs, his large, hard penis goes free, and I am about to lose my mind.

He picks me up and lays me on his bed, taking his time running his hands over me. “I’m going to fuck you now, dove.” His voice is buttery, smooth, and sultry.

“God please.”

His body hangs over mine as he takes his cock, guiding it to my slick entrance. My eyes roll back as he easily slides inside me. I might have let out a scream, I’m not sure, because I was purely focused on how amazing Logan feels.

He moves with pleasuring thrusts, and I grip the sheets above my head. So, this is what making love feels like?

An intense pleasure ripples through me in waves as I spiral.

“You are perfection, Sora. You feel amazing.” Logan grunts and we lock our eyes, sending my climax into overdrive.

The electricity jolts through me and I let out a moan, clawing at Logan’s broad back.

“That’s it, baby. Let loose for me.”

And I do, screaming out in astonishing pleasure.

It doesn’t take long. I was completely ready for him before we even began.

Logan nips at my neck as he releases, filling me with his warm cum, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.

As we lay there, catching our breaths, Logan rests his forehead against mine. And I tenderly stroke his back.

“That was… I can’t wait to do that again,” I admit, feeling my cheeks warm.

His masculine chuckle makes my pussy throb once more.

“Good, because in about two minutes we are.”

My eyes widen in surprise. “What? Don’t you have to wait? You know, to get hard again.”

“My perfect dove. I’m already hard again. I don’t think my cock has ever been more ready.”

I giggle and he kisses me deeply, pressing a thumb to my sensitive clit. When he rests his cock outside of my vagina, I just know I’m in for another ride of my life.