Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
STEVIE
My hands are sweaty, and my heart is thumping in my chest as I wait in my car for Logan. We just arrived at the clubhouse for a BBQ to celebrate Target’s twins’ birthday.
You can hear the laughter and music from the front of the building. Glory is in her seat next to me, securely strapped in. Her tongue wagging out of her mouth, as she hangs out of the window. She loves travelling in the car.
I had Logan ask Target and Madalyn to see if their dogs would be okay with Glory joining us today and they made it clear that Ares, Zeus, Apollo, and Charm will be just fine with her.
“You are going to make new friends today, baby.” I run my fingers through her fur, and she looks at me over her shoulder.
Her mouth is wide, flashing me a smile.
“But you have to be a good girl. No eating food off the floor and no peeing on the kids,” I inform her.
She did that once when we stumbled across party in the park, and safe to say, the parents of the child were not happy.
Yapping at me, I shake my head.
“I know it was only one time, but you cannot do it here. I need Logan’s brothers to like me.” More whining and yapping.
“Please, be good. I will get you a treat if you are.” Her mouth snaps shut, then she looks at Logan, who is walking toward us.
My heart does a stupid little pitter-patter at the sight of him. Dressed in a white T-shirt, that is under his cut, and light blue jeans, he looks like he stepped out of a magazine.
“My girls good?” he asks, scratching the top of Glory’s head.
“Yeah. Can you grab her, please?” I ask and he nods with a bright smile that makes panties explode.
Slipping from the car, I collect my purse, slinging the strap over my body. I decided to dress in high-waisted denim shorts, with a white camisole, and a floral-patterned kimono over the top.
I clipped half of my hair up, curling what I left down and I went light on my makeup.
Meeting Logan at the front of my car, he slips his arm around my waist, pulling me to him so he can kiss me, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
“Wow.” I lick my lips, tasting him there.
“Fucking love kissing you, but love even more seeing how you respond to me.” His voice is deep, husky, making my thighs clench at the sound.
He smirks, knowing what he is doing to me.
“Come on. The guys are waiting.” He grips Glory’s lead in one hand, the other securely around my waist.
We step into the building and my body sighs as the air conditioning wafts over my heated skin. Glory shakes her body, obviously liking the cool air also. She would be happy if we moved to Alaska.
I take in the room, the large bar running along the one side. The tables and chairs, the pool table. Typical guys’ place, but I also see the little feminine touches: pillows on the sofa, a stuffed toy on one of the tables, and in the corner a large section where clearly the dogs sleep.
Glory must smell them, as she pulls at the corner.
“You want to go and investigate?” Logan asks her.
She yaps a yes, and it genuinely sounds like a yes. He unclips her, and she is off— sniffing the floor, licking it now and then.
“She seems happy,” he says beside me.
“Yeah.” My nerves are still bubbling in my stomach.
Today is a big day for us. The last time I saw these men, he broke my heart, making out that he was done with me and back with Val. My cheeks heat with embarrassment.
I fidget from one foot to the other, gaining Logan’s attention.
“Baby, you good?”
I blow out a breath, shaking my hands out to ease some of the tension rushing through my body. He smiles at me, knowing how I am feeling. Meeting these people is huge.
“I just do not want to mess up.”
He pulls me to him, his arms meeting at the small of my back, mine doing the same to him. Pressing his lips to mine, the kiss is soothing, and much needed. I can feel my body melting against him, and his tongue dips into my mouth, pulling a moan from me.
“I think if I keep kissing you, you will meet my brothers and their women looking thoroughly fucked.” He winks.
“Shit.” I rest my forehead on his chest, catching my breath.
“Glory, come.”
Hand in hand, he leads me outside, and my insides start to swirl again. They swirl for two reason: one, because Logan Vaughan is holding my hand in public, in front of his family and two, I am about to meet said family.
This time with no humiliation, or fighting, involved.
The heat hits us when we step out into the yard of the compound. Streamers hang between the buildings, trees, and poles. Lights and lanterns are spaced out. There are two bouncy houses: one for a boy, and one for a girl.
“I added our gifts to the table before you arrived.” I nod at his explanation.
“They look like they are having a blast,” I say, watching the million kids running around.
“They are. It also helps that their stepmom, Target’s woman, owns an event planning business.”
I spot the man in question talking to his woman, Madalyn, and another good-looking couple. They are talking and laughing, and it is clear that they are friendly and have a good relationship.
“That is Ruth, and Andrey. She is Target’s ex-wife, and the twins’ mom, and the man is her husband.”
“They have a good relationship?” I wonder, and he nods.
“Yeah.” He smiles down at me. “Come on.” He leads me over to the group, the women smiling as we approach.
“Okay, everyone, this is Stevie. Please… behave.” Logan introduces me to the group.
This makes Target laugh. “No promises. Hi, Stevie. Good to see you when you are not playing Kung Fu Panda,” he jokes.
“Brother.” Logan voice is low, so I nudge him, making him look at me.
“It is fine.”
“Hey, Stevie. I am Madalyn, and this is Ruth, and Audrey. Do not listen to this goof; he can be a dick sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” Ruth whispers loudly, making us laugh.
“Hey, you loved me once,” Target bites out, but there is only humor in his tone.
“Yeah, but I upgraded.” Ruth snuggles close to her husband, who kisses the top of her head.
Aw, that is so sweet. They look hot and cute to together at the same time.
“Like fuck you did. I am prime beef, baby,” Target jokes.
Madalyn elbows him in the ribs and he pulls her closer, kissing her hard and deep, and it makes me blush.
“He is always like this.” Logan’s lips brush against my ear, making me shiver. “Can’t keep his hands off his woman. I know that feeling.”
My body heats up at his words, and he chuckles low and deep.
“So, Stevie, how long have you known Crash?”
I think over her question, while his arm tightens on my hip. There is no need to think— it is not like we had a terrible past. I am just not sure what the non-members know about Val and her crew.
“Since high school. He moved here, and fell into our group. He, Val, and her brother, Vinnie, hit it off because they all loved cars. I was just the tag-along,” I explain, keeping a smile on my face.
“You were not a tag-along, you were as much a part of our crew as any of us,” Logan chimes in.
I scoff, folding my arms, and arching a brow at him.
“Oh, really? So, it wasn’t you and your girlfriend who would drop me off at the diner, where I was told that you would come and get me after each race, but low and behold, I was left walking home?”
I wink, so he knows that I am not being mean.
“Such a ladies’ man, brother.” Savage saddles up to us.
“Hey, I got the best one, didn’t I?” His hand drops to my butt giving it a squeeze, and I glare at him. His grin widens, brightening up his face and adding a playful look to his eyes.
“You just need to keep me,” slips out.
Any woman would swoon at that grin. The way his eyes light up with mischief, he looks like he wants to eat me alive. My breathing picks up, and my pussy flutters from the heated look he gives me.
Eyes dark and intense, it’s enough to make my body combust. Licking my lips, his gaze drops to my mouth, and his nostrils flare. He bites his own lip and holy moly, that is hot. I want his lips on me, his teeth sinking into my flesh, marking me.
Whoa, where did that come from?
“Oh, I know that look, baby,” I hear Target, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Logan.
His fingers flex on my butt cheeks, and he gently tugs me closer, before his mouth drops to mine. I melt into the kiss. When his tongue slips past my lips, I moan, pressing into him, and I can feel how hard he is for me.
God, I want to feel him all over me, and inside me. Even though Logan is the only man I have had sex with, no other man has ever made me feel this hot for them.
Logan has the magic touch.
“Get it, brother,” Savage whispers, but everyone hears him and laughs. “My baby is all grown up,” he says in a sing-song voice.
I let out a giggle, no longer able to hold back, but it is okay because Logan laughs as well. He kisses the tip of my nose, then pulls back.
“You are a dick, brother,” he says to Savage, who winks.
“I have a very big dick, thank you very much.”
“I did not say anything about size, man.”
Savage wiggles his eyebrows. “But I knew what you meant.”
“You really want to talk dick size in front of my girl?” he asks Savage.
My gaze takes in the snake tattoo that winds around his forearm, and on the back of his hand. He sips from the beer in his hand, a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Can we not get into a long, drawn-out conversation with Savage about his dick?”
I look over my shoulder to see a man with blond hair that hits his shoulders, and tattoos covering both arms. He has a nose ring, which oddly suits him.
“No conversation needed, brother; everyone has seen my shlong, so we know I will win any day,” Savage calls back.
People laugh, and I look toward the kids and see that they are too far away to hear anything these men are talking about.
“No more dick talk around my girl.” Logan points to Savage, who winks at him. “Come on, I want you to meet Pres.” I nod to him, and say bye to the group, before Logan is walking me across the yard.
We dodge kids running around, and a clown, who is making them balloon motorcycles, which is pretty freaking cool. There is a hippy-looking woman doing face painting, which brings up a memory of going on vacation with Aunt Cass and Grady.
“Pres.”
“Crash.” He turns his gaze to me. “It is nice to see you not scrapping.” He looks at me with dark grey, intense eyes that I feel could suck my soul right out of my body.
These people mean a lot to Logan, so I need to be strong to be at his side, to be seen like I can handle this life. Well, that is what the MC book authors say, anyway. I may be a little green when it comes to dating bikers, but I will do what I can to make sure I don’t embarrass him, or me.
“It is nice not to be scrapping. I hate fighting, but she came at me. I am not going to stand by and let her.”
He nods, and I swear I see pride in his eyes.
“It is good to know that Crash’s woman isn’t a pushover and can stand up for herself. Can I assume that you and the ex, have not spoken since the race?”
My back stiffens at his question, and Logan’s hand tightens on my hip, showing that he is not impressed with the question.
“Pres.” A warning tone in my man’s voice gains a look from the man.
I touch his stomach, leaning my body into his a little more.
Racer is an intimidating force and scares the hell out of me. Add in the fact that I freaking hate confrontation, but I will not stand by and be questioned.
“It is okay, babe,” I soothe him. “I have not seen or heard from Valarie or her crew since the race, after she informed me that she was fucking Crash. She is a lying, conniving bitch, and takes pride in hurting people for money. I am here with Crash, because he wanted me to meet his family, so I would like to do that and not be given the third degree.”
I hold my breath once I finish, as Racer’s face gives nothing away.
Zilch. Nada. Nothing.
Logan inches closer to me, while he stares at Racer. Fudge, I do not want to cause any trouble here. Damn it. I have pissed off his president by opening my big mouth. I have embarrassed Logan, which was the one thing I did not want to do.
I fidget on the spot, my teeth nibbling at my bottom lip as we wait.
“She told you, Pres. Leave the girl alone,” Target calls from behind us.
Everyone around us howls in laughter, and Racer’s lips twitch, before he looks at Logan.
“I have no idea why you fuckers want to be locked to one pussy for the rest of your lives, but that is your choice.” Logan softens next to me. “But you keep finding good ones.”
“Thank you, Racer,” Madalyn calls out.
He winks in her direction, before bringing his gaze back to me.
“I hear you,” is all he says, before he walks off.
I let out a breath, my lungs aching from not enough oxygen.
“Oh, my god. That guy is scary.” A giggle slips free.
“You are fucking amazing, you know that?” Logan pulls me to him, and in a flash, I am thrown over his shoulder with a slap to my butt.
“Get it, brother.”
I lift my head, using his hips as leverage and see his brothers whistling and cheering. Everyone looks so freaking happy, and I like that Logan has this, especially after the childhood he had.
They look so happy for him, and me, I guess. I noticed the leather cut that Madalyn was wearing, and it makes me wonder if Logan will get me one, or if he doesn’t see this as a future thing.
Suddenly, my mood dips, my stomach rolls and I don’t think it has anything to do with being upside down. Damn, I did not want to feel like this, but that is the thing with human emotions— they cannot be controlled.
We reach his room, and go inside. Logan sets me on my feet, and I crane my neck back to look at him.
“God, you are beautiful.” Biting my lip at his words, I slide my hands up over his chest, slowly removing his cut, before carefully setting it on the chair.
Turning back to the bed, I look over my shoulder at him, giving him a coy look. God, I hope I am doing it right.
“Fuck me, Crash.”
He lunges for me and does exactly what I asked of him. He fucks me good and hard, then he takes me soft and slow. Each and every time, I feel us getting closer. I feel like we are finding our way, and I am in for one hell of a ride with him.