Back in Bliss

Chapter Thirteen

Georgia stepped inside the sheriff’s department hoping she wasn’t making a terrible mistake, but after the lovely morning she’d had, she felt powerful. She’d made friends outside her normal circle. Considering the fact that the friends inside her normal circles were well-dressed snakes who already used Botox even before their thirties, she was really thinking that Nell, the vegan who needed a little lip gloss, Lucy, who seemed to be pining after some mountain man everyone else was a little scared of, and Naomi, who just sat back and enjoyed the chaos, seemed like the coolest friends ever.

It didn’t matter that Naomi was older than she was. She’d gotten along great with the nurse. They had chatted after the meeting and talked about Chicago, where Naomi was from. Lucy had sat by them and asked all sorts of questions about big cities, and Nell had served them vegan muffins, which weren’t as good as real muffins, but she’d been able to eat them once Momma Marie had given her a mug of tea with a kicker of vodka. Apparently, Momma Marie knew what it took to get through a vegan meal.

Georgia was starting to adore Momma Marie.

She’d conquered Bliss’s social scene, and now she wanted to conquer Logan Green.

Maybe not conquer, but getting through a meal without shouting at each other would be a good start. She owed it to Seth.

No. She wasn’t going to lie to herself. Women with the strength to shoot a son of a bitch were honest with themselves and others. It was in the bylaws of the club she’d just been claimed as an ancillary member of. When she actually shot her own son of a bitch, she would be a full member. Momma Marie had promised shotgun lessons as soon as possible.

She wasn’t going to lie. She was doing this for herself. Because she wanted them both.

She walked in and was struck by how quiet the place was.

“Georgia?”

She nearly started, Logan’s voice coming out of nowhere. He was sitting at a desk to her left, his face dark, his eyes fixed on her. He looked a little like a man who hadn’t slept the night before. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. “Hey.”

He flicked his eyes to a place to her right and kept them there. “Go away, Georgia. I’m not in a good mood.”

Immediately her back came up. The instinct to tell him where to shove his mood was right there, just begging to be let out. She’d behaved perfectly. She’d spent time with his mom. She’d fit in. She’d done everything right, and he wanted to reject her? Well, she could make that painful.

And she stopped because something was so obviously wrong. This wasn’t about her, and it would be childish to make it about her. This was about Logan. “Maybe I can help.”

His brows came together as though that had been the last thing he’d expected her to say. “Georgia, I’m not trying to be a bastard. I…just had to admit something to a man I admire very much. I need to be alone for a while.”

That was part of his problem. “You’re always alone. Even when you’re with me and Seth. You’re still alone. Have you thought that maybe being alone isn’t working for you?”

“Don’t push me, Georgia.”

Tears sprang to her eyes, but she wasn’t going to shed them. She just needed to make him understand. “I’m not trying to push you. I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to mean something to you.”

His fingers drummed along the desk. “Do you know what I’m going to ask you to do tonight, Georgia? I’m going to ask you to sign a contract. Before I touch you, you’ll have to sign a contract that gives me use of your body. I have to pencil your name in because it’s a standard contract I sign with all subs.”

Did he really think she hadn’t grilled her brothers about him? She knew exactly how obnoxious to be for Chase to break down and tell her what she wanted to know. She just kept asking the question for fifteen minutes in a place where he couldn’t escape her and, voila, she knew everything there was to know about Master Logan. “How many?”

Those brows were now a near perfect V over his deep green eyes. “What?”

She tapped her foot against the floor, but sneakers didn’t have the same effect her heels normally had. “How many contracts have you signed? You say it’s standard and you’re the big bad Dom, so how many contracts? Kitten’s doesn’t count because there was no sex involved. Give me this massive number, Logan Green, so I’ll know just how little I mean to you.”

He stared at her for a minute, and she knew they both knew the truth. He hadn’t signed a contract before. Oh, he’d slept with submissives. As far as she knew, he’d slept with half the women in Dallas and an even larger percentage of Southern Colorado’s female population, but he’d never signed that sacred contract with one of them.

And she wasn’t stupid. That G on his chest had nothing to do with his last name. He was a foolish male who didn’t want to admit he’d gotten caught in her clumsily placed trap, but he was in it and she wasn’t about to let him go.

She wasn’t letting either of them go.

Logan leaned forward, obviously still looking for a way out. “The amount of contracts I’ve signed means nothing, Georgia. You’re not at all disturbed that I’m asking you to sign a contract that gives me rights to your body? You’re willing to allow our relationship to be limited to what’s on this piece of paper? In a standardized contract?”

He needed to get over that contract thing. It was something he hid behind. She grabbed a pen off the big desk beside her and strode to Logan’s workspace. Without a second thought, she took the contract, flipped to the back page, and signed her name. “There. Now you can relax.”

His jaw dropped open. “Georgia, you didn’t even read it.”

She didn’t need to. She knew this man. It was funny. Seth had talked about his best friend for weeks before coming to Colorado and how brave and loyal he was and all she’d been able to think about was that whoever that guy was, he had nothing on Logan Green. God, she’d made him crazy and he’d still come running for her when she was in danger. He’d still pulled her out of the fire and made sure she was safe. If Seth was her Prince Charming, then Logan was her Knight in Shining Armor. His armor was just a little rusty. “I trust you. Isn’t that what all of this D/s stuff is about? Trust and communication?”

He frowned, looking down at the contract. “I don’t know how we can communicate if you don’t even read the thing. You need a keeper.”

She had to admit, he kind of rocked the khaki uniform. She’d never found the color sexy before, but Logan was hot in everything. He was so big and gorgeous that it was hard to remember how vulnerable he really was. “Logan, you need the contract. I know what it says. It talks about rights and obligations and sex and weird freaky sex and it makes you feel safe, so I signed it. As to me needing a keeper, I kind of thought I just got one.”

His jaw firmed as he looked down at the contract. “I haven’t signed anything yet, and I don’t know if I should.”

His voice was so quiet, her heart nearly skipped a beat. Her first instinct was to panic, but she stilled the impulse. He needed her. She could see that plainly. And she could definitely see that if she wanted a shot with these two amazing men, she needed to grow up. She put her hand over his. “What scares you about it?”

She was a little surprised when he didn’t move away from her. He was still, but he didn’t move. “You don’t know everything about me.”

She knew all the important stuff. She knew he had a big heart and he was stubborn as hell and he was a hero. Even when he’d been a kid, he’d been a hero. Seth had told her a story about how Logan had saved him from a man who’d held a gun to his head years before. Logan hadn’t flinched, even as an untested teen. But he seemed to have something he needed to say. “You could tell me.”

He shook his head. “I can’t. Not yet.”

Patience wasn’t usually her thing, but since she’d come to Bliss, a lot of things had been changing. When she really thought about it, it wasn’t the trip to Bliss that had started her change. That had begun the minute she’d met Logan Green. Without meeting Logan, she never would have been ready for Seth. She would have been a blustery brat throwing up every bit of armor she had to protect herself from rejection. Logan had softened her up, and Seth had delivered the deathblow to her childish persona. “You don’t have to tell me everything, just what you want to.”

Logan stood up. “I don’t want to talk about any of it, Georgia. I want it to go away. I want to wake up and find out that the last year and a half was a bad dream.”

She leaned into him. She knew he’d been through something bad. Chase had said Logan had gotten his ass kicked. Ben had called it torture. Georgia had been reading about Dominance and submission, and despite her attempts to look like she couldn’t care less, she knew one of the things in that contract she hadn’t read would be about comfort. She’d read the contract Nat had signed. The Dominant owed the submissive protection and comfort. Maybe that was all one-way in the contract, but there was something implied underneath, the way it was in a marriage. The man could be all stalwart and stuff, but deep down, it went both ways. If she’d just become Logan Green’s sub, then she wanted to comfort her Dom. She slowly slid her arms around his lean waist and rested her head against his chest.

It took him a moment, but his arms came up and circled her, holding her more tenderly than she could remember. He’d made love to her before, but this was something even sweeter. This was kindness and caring.

“Georgia, I think I might be broken inside. I don’t know that I’m good for you. I’ve been in therapy for months and I just called my shrink and had to tell him I’d been lying about a whole bunch of stuff. I thought I was fine. I really did, but I’m not, and I don’t know that I should put you through that.”

“Do you care about me?” She tilted her head up, loving the strong line of his jaw and that little hint of a beard that never seemed to go away no matter how often he shaved. After the meeting had broken up, his other mom had come in and talked with everyone. Teeny had come armed with some photo albums. She had shown Georgia pictures of Logan as a child, and it had been so hard to equate that sweet-faced, gangly kid with the rough man she loved.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Logan, answer the question.”

His lips turned down in a frown, and his eyes got steely.

“Please,” she tried and snuggled closer. “Sir.”

He sighed, the frown fading. “God, you’re a brat. I’m crazy about you, and you know it. You also know I’ve never signed a contract before and, you’re right, Kitten doesn’t count. She’s the only person I’ve ever met who’s more fucked up than me.”

Georgia shook her head. “Oh, no, I think you passed her, Sir. The last time I saw her she was almost normal.”

He smacked her ass. “Brat.” His cheek came to rest against her hair. “But you’re right because at least Kitten will talk about what happened to her. God, she can talk. Like forever. I know more about Kitten’s cage and her upkeep than I ever hoped to know.”

“So you should talk to me. If you care about me, then I want in, Logan. You’re not dragging me down. You’re giving me the chance to lift you up. I want that chance. I know you think I’m superficial, but I don’t want to be. I want to mean something special to you.”

“You are special.” His hand found her hair, his fingers tangling in it.

“Then talk to me. I’ll tell you about my craptastic childhood and you can tell me all the bad things. If you like, we can call Seth and make it a drinking game. We’re both kids with crappy parents. Seth and I will get drunk off our butts really fast.”

A slow smile slid across his face, and Georgia’s heart lit up. She’d put that smile there. “Yeah, Seth’s dad was pretty terrible, and his mom wasn’t any better.”

“My mom was a stripper who only married my dad because she got pregnant, and then she took him for everything she could and ran off with a European hustler named Reynaldo. I haven’t seen or heard from her in fifteen years.”

He hissed a little, a grimace on his face. “Yikes. I can’t help you with the ‘bad parent Olympics.’ I kind of lucked out. I mean, my dad was psychotic crazy, but Momma Marie took care of him.”

“I love your Momma. I love Teeny, too, but Marie is all shades of awesome.”

A little laugh shook through him, and she could feel his interest rising. His erection was right there against her belly. Without her heels, she barely made it to the middle of his chest. He was so big and strong, he made her feel downright petite. “I would not have guessed you would get along with my scariest mom, but I shouldn’t be surprised. Seth was worried, but I knew you would hold your own.”

His hips were moving now. She didn’t think he was even aware of it, but he was rubbing his erection against her, and all of her girl parts were singing. Her skin flushed, nipples peaking to life, pussy softening right up. And it was okay because Seth was cool with it. Hell, Seth would be thrilled. “I like it here. I wouldn’t have told you I would be all nature girl, but here I am. Well, I could do without the moose. And the like nature sounds and stuff, but it’s pretty.”

He tilted her head up. “Oh, wait until you see the bears, baby. And don’t forget all the deer.”

Bears? She was pretty sure she didn’t want to meet any bears, but a few pretty deer would be nice. “Deer are sweet. Like Bambi.”

He snorted a little. “Yeah, darlin’, sweet things. Baby, you don’t know much about nature. Those sweet little deer will eat a dead body. Actually, they’ll eat a live one if it’s not moving too much.”

“Ewww. That’s horrible.” And hopefully not true.

“Just about any animal will eat you if you let them.” His smile faded and his eyes trailed back to that spot he’d been staring at before.

She turned her head slightly. “What is it, Logan?”

He let her go, taking a step back before sitting down in his chair. He was quiet for a long moment, and Georgia missed their intimacy. “A little over a year ago, I was working right here. We had one overnight prisoner. He was a Russian mobster, and his boss came for him. Nate wasn’t here. It was just me and Holly and Alexei. You have to understand that Alexei had infiltrated the mob in order to kill the boss. Pushkin had killed his brother, you see. Anyway, when they came for him, we were outnumbered and outgunned, and Alexei needed to buy some time and there was only one way for him to do that. He told Pushkin that I had the information he needed.”

She sort of knew the story, but hearing it come out of Logan’s mouth in flat, unemotional tones made her stomach turn over. “They beat you up, didn’t they?”

“Oh, baby, that is a term you use for a bar brawl. This was so much more. This was an artist at work. A brutal artist, but a master all the same. He kept bringing me right to the edge of death, right where I was certain it would be over and I would be free, and then I would realize there was no freedom. There was only more pain and more loss. He took me into that office right behind you and he showed me how weak I am.”

She really didn’t like the way he was talking. Like he was still in the moment, a piece of him trapped there forever, a sort of purgatory like that never-ending poem she’d been forced to read in college. “Logan, you’re not weak.”

“You don’t know everything, Georgia. I don’t know that I want you to know everything. I just know that I have a lot of trouble being in this place. I used to love it here. I know that sounds stupid, but this job was the first time I felt like I was an adult. It was the first time I was on my own, even though I went home at night. I loved walking in here because I felt like a man. Now I hate it. This is my hometown, and I can’t stand being here because of that office.”

She looked back. It was a totally innocent-looking office, just a wooden door with an opaque glass inlay that announced Sheriff Nathan Wright worked in there. The door was slightly open, and she could see a bank of bookshelves and the start of a desk. “Is that where it happened?”

He nodded. “They took me in there and worked me over.”

And he couldn’t get it out of his head. She could see that plainly. Seth had once told her she was his business muse. It was a silly thing to say, but she’d loved the title. Muse. A muse inspired creativity and pushed an artist forward. Logan needed a push. What if he needed a muse, too? She had a stupid plan. It was so dumb, and it just might work if she was willing to open herself up to complete and humiliating rejection, but then sometimes the muse just had to take a chance.

Georgia kicked off the sneakers she’d been wearing.

“What are you doing?” Logan asked, his eyes widening as though he expected her to do something totally terrible.

“When I was a kid, I ended up getting stuck in my closet while my mom and her boy toy played around all over the house. My dad was gone and my brothers were in school, and the whole thing scared the crap out of me. By the time Drew found me, I was shaking and I wouldn’t go back in my own closet for weeks. It was a pain in my nanny’s ass because I wouldn’t dress myself or even pick up my own shoes.”

“Georgia, this is not the same. Are you taking your shirt off?”

She was. She unlaced the top of her blouse and slipped it off. She was lucky she’d selected a halfway pretty bra. It was pink and pushed her boobs up, and Logan suddenly wasn’t staring at the sheriff’s office door. Yes. This could work.

“Let me finish my story.” She started working on her jeans, praying no one needed justice or saving for the next little bit. “So Win finally decided he’d had enough and he came up with a plan. He threw an ice cream party in my closet. I loved chocolate ice cream and I never got any because my mom didn’t like fat kids, but she was scared of Win. He was a formidable teenager. He and Ben and Chase and Mark and Drew were eating ice cream in my closet one day, and they wouldn’t give me any until I came in. So I got mad and I threw a fit, but they were already really good at ignoring me when they needed to. And finally I went in and I sat on Win’s lap and I had a chocolate ice cream sundae with pink sprinkles and three cherries. Best ice cream I ever had, and my brothers played with me all afternoon. We had a tea party. You should have seen them, big brawny kids playing with dolls. And I could go in my closet again because I didn’t hear my mother screaming. I heard my brothers laughing, and I tasted chocolate ice cream.” She pushed her jeans off her hips and tossed them Logan’s way. She was down to cotton pink panties and her bra. She knew she was big, but Logan hadn’t liked her Spanx, so here she was in her glory. “I’m your chocolate ice cream, Logan. Come and take a bite.”

She turned and walked into the sheriff’s office and wondered if she could get arrested for being naked in here. Actually, now that she thought about it, she should be damn glad the office was unoccupied. She hadn’t been thinking. Oh, god, she was nearly naked in a law officer’s inner sanctum. She was going to get thrown in jail. She was going to get laughed out of town.

What was she doing? Chocolate ice cream sex. That was what she was trying to do, but it was dumb. Logan was right. They weren’t the same thing at all. Georgia took a deep breath and turned, ready to run, but a big body blocked her way.

Logan stood in the doorway, his eyes hard and his hand twitching, but he closed the door and locked it behind him. “Take off the rest. I want to see what you’re offering me.”

She took off the bra and shoved the panties aside because he should know what she was offering him.

Absolutely everything she had.

Logan let his back rest against the door as he watched Georgia undress, her hands pushing the little pink cotton panties down her curvy legs. He was glad she wasn’t wearing that same torture device she’d had on the night before. She didn’t need it. She was gorgeous the way she was. She was so fuckable, his dick actually hurt as he looked at her. He could feel his cockhead already weeping because now he didn’t have to guess at what it would feel like to slide inside Georgia Dawson. He knew now, and it was heavenly.

And he still didn’t want to be inside this office.

Georgia started toward him. She wasn’t as confident as she wanted him to believe. He could see it in the tightness of her mouth and the set of her shoulders. Her smile, usually vibrant and generous, was strained. He was only now starting to really understand her, to see past his own shit and get to know what made Georgia Dawson tick. She was Hurricane Georgia, an outrageous brat, but she was also a woman who had reached out to Kitten and been a friend. And now she was so scared she wouldn’t be enough for him so he couldn’t walk out of this damn office, no matter how much he wanted to.

Georgia needed him, and she’d signed a contract. She didn’t know it yet, but he’d scrawled his name on the line above hers before walking in here. She was his by right of contract, and that meant he owed her. She could be quite fragile at times, and he just couldn’t break her again.

She wanted to learn D/s? He would concentrate on that and not what had happened to him here. Surely he could do that. Nate’s office was the biggest in the building and had its own bathroom, complete with a shower. Bliss County was a small organization with few people on staff. They often worked overnights. Logan himself had slept on the cots in the two cells outside many times before…yeah, he was going there again.

“Knees, Georgia. I don’t doubt that you understand what I mean by that.” She seemed to have been studying up on the subject.

And apparently, practicing. She fell to her knees before him with the grace of long practice. Her golden head dipped forward, eyes on the floor in front of her. She placed her hands on her thighs, palms up, and spread her knees wide. He didn’t have to correct an inch of her form. When Georgia decided to do something, she went all out. He’d learned that she might be lackadaisical in most parts of her life, but when she decided something was important, she was all in.

“Natalie?” He suspected her sister-in-law had been the one to show her the ropes.

“And Kitten, but only for a few days before I left for New York.” Georgia kept her head down as she replied.

“Eyes up.” He was satisfied that she obeyed immediately and that going into submissive mode didn’t take the light out of her eyes. He’d found some subs simply enjoyed giving up control, and submission was like their drug of choice. The minute they found sub space, they zoned out, merely following orders, but staying someplace inside their head where he couldn’t touch them. Kitten had been very much like that, but Logan wanted more. He wanted Georgia’s fire. He wanted connection and a flow of emotion from him to her. And he totally wanted a blow job. Seth had gotten a blow job, but none for Logan. “Very carefully, take my cock out.”

There it was. A playful light hit those baby blues of hers, and she immediately went about tackling his belt. Her perfectly manicured fingers worked the belt and then the fly of his pants. She unwrapped him like she was carefully unwrapping a gift and didn’t want to mess up the paper. She pushed the front of his slacks aside.

His cock was desperate. Already thick and hard, he could feel himself pulse as she started to peel his boxers off his hips. He looked to the side and caught sight of Nate’s stapler.

And his erection dissolved like a pile of sugar in a rainstorm.

“Sir?”

Fuck. He took a step back and thought about running, but she was looking up at him and she deserved the fucking truth. And maybe she was right. Maybe it was long past time to try to reclaim this space. Leo had told him to talk, that keeping it all inside, hiding it, made the whole episode seem like something dirty when he was the innocent one. “Georgia, do you really want to know? It’s not pretty.”

He was back against the door, his fly open and his heart racing. Let her say no. Please. If she backed away, then he could, too.

She got to her feet and, without a hint of self-consciousness, wrapped that gorgeous body around him, putting her head right against his chest. “I want to know everything, Logan. Sir.”

He let his hands wind around her. He’d been able to send her away once, but he wasn’t sure he could survive it again. If he wasn’t going to let her go, then he had some serious work to do, and it started with talking about what had happened in this room. “The stapler bugs me. I want to throw it out, but I can’t tell Nate why I want to throw it out.”

“Did they hurt you with it?”

“He, Luka, the man who tortured me, thought it was funny to use it on me. He would ask me a question and if I didn’t answer it properly, he would shove a couple of staples into me. He started on my chest and worked his way down.” The words were difficult to even speak. They felt dumb in his mouth. He’d kept them inside for so long, and now he was telling the story twice in one day. “It sounds like such a little thing, doesn’t it? I know some subs who like that little spark of pain. It’s called needle play.”

“This wasn’t play, Logan. And they work up to it and their Doms are careful. This wasn’t supposed to be fun and don’t make light of the pain. I can’t imagine it.”

“Over and over, he did it. I think when Caleb was done he’d pulled over a hundred staples out of me, and he pulled fifty alone off my cock.” There, he’d said it. God, he hated to say it. Leo told him it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, but shame was welling up inside him. He’d been laid out and bare, his most private parts on display for rough use and brutality.

“Logan.” She breathed out his name, and her hand found his chest. She pushed away a little, her eyes trailing down. “What did he do to you?”

The question was asked with a tight jaw, her voice shaking a little and not with fear. She was angry. Volcanically angry, and Georgia’s rage had the opposite effect on him. It calmed him. She was ready to fight, to avenge him when he outweighed her by a hundred pounds of muscle. He pulled her back, a little sigh of peace rushing through him. She wasn’t disgusted. She wasn’t pitying him. She wanted to kill the son of a bitch who had hurt him.

“He’s dead, baby. You can’t take him out. And I survived.” He’d survived. He was alive. He had a chance to make things better. It settled on him. She wasn’t pushing him away because of his weakness. Not yet, anyway. “Now let me finish.”

She laid her head back on his chest. “All right. But I would kill the bastard if he was still alive.”

He had no doubt. She was fierce when she wanted to be. Somehow the words were easier now. “He started out by beating the living shit out of me, but that was just the warm-up. Then came the stapler incident. God, I hated him touching me. He had his hand on me and I thought he was going to rape me. Oh, Georgia, I wanted to die. I really did. I wanted to die, but I couldn’t. I got hard. That felt like a betrayal.”

“You couldn’t help it. It’s a biological response, baby.”

“That’s what Caleb told me, and Leo told me, but at the time, it felt like I was aiding in my own torture.” He leaned over and let the smell of her hair wash over him, so different than the smell of sweat and blood. Georgia smelled clean and sweet, like strawberries. And her skin was touching his, a velvety caress to take the place of beefy hands smacking him. He could talk about it because for once he wasn’t back there. She was his anchor. “Do you know why I don’t have any scars on my cock?”

She nuzzled against his chest. “Why? I wondered because I’ve seen it up close, and it’s perfectly beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” And his cock was engaged again. How could he expect it to lie still when she was so close? Even here, in this room where he’d lost so much, he couldn’t ignore her. She was right. She was stronger than the memories of this room because all of the sudden, he didn’t see himself laid out on the desk. He saw her spread and waiting for his pleasure. When he looked at that desk, he would always see Georgia—her golden body and soft soul—waiting for him.

He picked her up, gripping the globes of her ass in his palms.

“Logan!” Georgia shouted, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I’ll tell you the rest, but I’ll do it while I touch you. Lie down on the desk.” He ran a hand across the top, sending everything to the floor with a little crash.

He set Georgia right there, right where he’d been forced to survive. Her hair spread out across the dark wood. He palmed a breast, loving the way her nipples peaked under his hand. She was ridiculously responsive, as though she’d been made just for him.

And Seth. But Seth wasn’t here. A little sliver of guilt pulsed through him. She was supposed to belong to Seth, but he pushed that aside. She’d been his first. She wanted him and Seth wanted them all to be together.

“Tell me why you don’t have scars.” Georgia bit her lip as though she was trying not to cry out, and he started to play with her nipples.

He gave one a little twist and loved how she wriggled on the desk. It gave him the perfect opportunity to discipline her. He opened the big drawer where he knew Nate kept supplies. He pulled out two binder clips, twisting the silver handles back and forcing them open, bending them slightly. He couldn’t use them as they were. They would be too tight. He wanted light pressure, not real pain. Just a little bite to let his sub know she should stay in line or there would be some consequences.

“No moving, baby. You’re here for my pleasure.” He leaned over and let his tongue find her breast. Her skin tasted sweet and clean as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and let his teeth bite down lightly. He played for a minute before allowing the little berry to pop out of his mouth. With a quick turn of his hand, he placed the binder clip on her. He moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment and then stepped back. He was perfectly satisfied they wouldn’t cause damage, but she looked awfully cute in bondage, even off-the-fly, office-supply, perverted bondage.

And he’d spied something else in Nate’s desk. His boss liked to complain about people having sex in his office, but he obviously got plenty here himself since he had a tube of lube and a box of condoms stashed right next to his pencils and yellow legal pads. Logan knew damn well which items got used most often. Nate never took notes.

But first, he had to finish the story. “Stay still. You were right. This is calming me down. I’m not even tempted to haul ass out of here anymore. I like it here, but that day was rough on me. I still feel it in my bones.”

“But at least you’re talking about it now. You have to know that I love your scars. They mean that you’re alive.”

He shrugged out of his shirt, his fingers finding the circular scars there. “The bastard smoked. He burned me. That was some serious pain. Sit up. I want some therapy.” She’d started this, so she could handle what he needed. He helped her sit up, arranging her legs so he was in between them. “Kiss them, baby. You say they don’t bother you, but they bother me.”

She didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward and put her mouth right over the scar, her lips pressing to his skin.

This was what he needed. He didn’t need to walk the dungeon, finding comfort in every sub there. He just needed one sub. The right sub. The one who could make things bright again. His Georgia.

She kissed the burn scars across his chest, taking her time with each, her fingertips tracing the lines as though memorizing each one before she placed her lips over them—a benediction. With each kiss, each caress, he felt lighter, younger than before.

He touched the small scar on the left side of his jaw. “He smacked me with the landline here when I told him to fuck off.”

“Of course you did.” She gently pulled his head down and kissed him there. “How about this?”

She touched his left shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile. “That one I came by honestly. I fell off my bike when I was ten. But you can kiss me there, too.”

She nuzzled against his shoulder.

He pushed at the waist of his pants, shoving them and his boxers aside. “Georgia, I need you to touch me.”

She didn’t need an explanation it seemed. She just reached down, and her palm encased his cock in soft heat. Logan groaned at the feel. “Tell me what happened.”

“He hurt me. He got me hard and then stapled notes to my cock. He wrote little messages to me. Said I was weak. I was pathetic. I was worth nothing. And then he laughed as he said I wouldn’t be able to forget because they were on my dick.”

“Logan.”

“Don’t stop, G. I need you.” He moaned as her hand tightened. “I wasn’t circumcised at the time. That came later. It saved me, I think, because Luka got bored and took a knife to my cock. He told me he would cut it off, but he only tore up the foreskin before he got called away. He tucked me back into my pants. He didn’t want anyone to think he was queer. I knew what he was going to do when he came back. But Stef was there.”

Georgia hopped off the desk and got to her knees. “I’m so glad he was there. Logan, I don’t think any less of you because of what happened. I think more of you because you survived.”

She leaned forward and started pressing kisses on his cock. She started at the head, her lips touching him, and then he was the one who wanted to whimper and wail. It was maddening, her slow, methodical work. She pressed chaste little kisses all along his straining cock. He clenched his fists at his sides, forcing himself to stay still. She didn’t know everything about that day. There were things he couldn’t admit even to her, but they didn’t matter right now. Right now he was exorcising demons with the only woman he would ever love. He knew it deep down. Georgia was the one. She was the only one for him.

“He didn’t actually touch my balls, but they were very scared.” Was that him? Was he fucking joking about it?

His eyes nearly crossed as she gently pushed his cock up and laid her mouth on his balls. He sounded like he used to. Everything had been fair game when he was younger. He’d laughed at himself, been open to everything.

He couldn’t be that kid again, but maybe he could find just a piece of himself.

“Suck me, Georgia. I want to feel your mouth on me.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her toward him.

She drew him inside, her lips on his cockhead. He hissed a little when her tongue came out, darting all around his head.

“Did you make Seth crazy this morning, Georgia? Is this what you did to him, you little witch?”

He caught just the hint of a smile on her face. “You listened in, Sir?”

He’d wanted to join them, but they seemed so far away. What a difference one day could make. “I heard you sucking his cock. You think you owe him less than me?”

“No, Sir. I wouldn’t dream of it.” She leaned back over again and this time she started to properly eat his cock, sucking him inside. She gripped his dick, stroking the stalk while she suckled the head.

So hot. So fucking good. This was what he’d been missing all his life. Sex had been good before. It had been fun and light, totally casual. He’d enjoyed it, but now he craved it, and it wasn’t the sex he longed for. It was her. He wanted to be inside Georgia Ophelia Dawson, with her bratty mouth and soft heart. He’d trained to be a Dom, but he only wanted to be her Dom.

He watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth, her lips opening wide to take him deep. Heat scorched him, lighting him up from the inside. Her tongue whirled, caressing every inch of his dick, and he nearly exploded when she started to hum. It wasn’t a song, just a low vibration from the back of her throat that tingled along his cock. Her blonde head moved in perfect harmony with her hand. Over and over again, she sucked him inside, taking a little more each time. If he let her, he would soon hit the back of her throat, and there would be no going back from that. He would come straight down her throat, giving her every ounce of semen he had, filling her belly.

That wasn’t what he wanted to fill. Soon, he would do that. He would wake her up in the middle of the night and settle her on top of him, her mouth to his cock, his mouth to her pussy, and they would lick and suck and eat until they were both full and fell back to sleep perfectly satisfied. He would do it so she knew that he always wanted her. He would take her anytime, anyplace, because she was his.

But this time, he wanted her pussy. He needed to be inside her, connected by their bodies as much as he felt connected to her soul. He tugged on her hair, pulling back, his cock protesting the whole time.

“Am I not doing it right?”

It was so easy to forget how vulnerable she was. She put on that tough-girl, dumb-blonde act as a way to deflect her fear. It was so simple when he really thought about it. Before training with Leo and Wolf and Julian, he would have scratched his head and never really wondered why she acted out. He would have assumed she was just a little crazy, but now he saw it for what it was. She was scared.

He didn’t want her scared. Not ever. He forced her head up, staring down at her. “You are the best I’ve ever had, Georgia Dawson. You’re the only one I want, but I’m not ready for this to end. God, I don’t want to leave here yet. So obey me now. Get up on the desk.”

She hopped up, an eager smile on her face. She seemed so much younger and freer than before. Even last night there had been a tightness on her face, but she seemed sure of him now, sure that he wouldn’t reject her, sure that he was going to satisfy her.

He’d done that. He’d made her feel safe. Loved. God, she was so fucking loved.

He got to his knees and pulled on Georgia’s ankles, dragging her down the desk so he could do what he wanted to do. “Spread your legs. I want to look at it.”

Her pussy. It was really his pussy when he thought about it. She’d signed the contract, so he owned her pussy. It was the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, with pouty pink lips and that little pearl that was the button he liked to push to send her into the stratosphere. Nothing he’d done in his whole life was as satisfying as being the man who made Georgia scream.

“You’re making me crazy, Logan.”

He inhaled her, letting the scent of her arousal coat his senses. “You’re the one who started this, baby. Remember. You said you were my ice cream. I want a nice long lick.”

He gave in to temptation and let his tongue have its way. He devoured her, settling in and letting all the bad shit fly away.

He licked and sucked and enjoyed her, finally giving way to his impulses. Even the night before, he’d held back because she hadn’t really been his. She’d been Seth’s and Seth had generously allowed him to join them, but now…now it was all different. Now he was pretty fucking sure he belonged to her. He was certain he would never love anyone the way he loved her. He had no idea what would happen tomorrow. He was a small-town deputy with very few prospects, and she was a woman who deserved everything money could buy. He wasn’t sure how they would work it out, but none of that mattered now. All that mattered was being with her, replacing the bad memories with the good ones.

They would work it out. They had to because he was damn sure he couldn’t live without her. “My sub.”

He growled the words against her flesh.

And felt her hands in his hair, pulling him up. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark with need, but there was a stubborn set to her jaw, like she knew he wouldn’t like what she was about to say, but she was going to say it anyway. “Not just your sub. I love you, Logan. I want to be your woman. I want to be yours.”

Oh, she was supposed to be still, but she wanted to make demands? He was so going to spank her for that, but not now. No. Now he was going to give her what she wanted because he fucking wanted it, too. She loved him. Georgia loved him. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it, but he wasn’t about to turn that down. He got up, shoving his body off the floor. He could still taste her on his lips, smell her arousal, a spicy, bold scent like Georgia herself. He shoved his pants down and freed his cock. He reached for the condoms and started to roll one on. “Say it again.”

She didn’t hesitate. “I want to be yours.”

“You are mine. You’ve been mine from the minute I saw you.” He’d just been too caught up in his own shit to acknowledge it. He’d been a coward then, but he was finding his strength now. Because of her.

“I was yours long before that,” Georgia whispered back. She reached out for him. “I’ve waited for you all my life, Logan. I’ve waited for you since I knew there might be someone to wait for. I was so nasty in the beginning.”

He grinned. “You were a bitch, baby, and I want you to always knock me on my ass when I need it. Don’t you ever apologize for trying to get what you want, but all you have to do is ask from now on. You’re mine and I’m going to take care of you. Do you understand me? I’m going to be your man, Georgia. I’m your Dom. No one else.”

Seth could top her, but Logan needed that place in her life. He needed it all to himself.

Her hand found his chest, covering the tat there with an obviously possessive hand. Yeah, he’d really fooled her. “You’re already mine, Green. Always mine. I want you to be my man and my Dom.”

There was his woman. He didn’t want to tame her, just play with her for the rest of his life. He reached down and lightly twisted the clips. Georgia in pervertables was just about the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

She shrieked a little. “Oh, my god!”

“On your knees. I have more to do.” So much more.

Georgia started to turn, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this particular demon had been permanently exorcised. Georgia had brushed it away like a ghost who was no longer welcome.

His woman. He reached for the lube because he had work to do.