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round eyes, as if I’d caught her doing something wrong. “Hi, Carmen,” she said quickly before hurrying away.
    I frowned as I watched her go. “That was awkward. What were you guys talking about?”
    “Nothing important. I was just grilling her about all those showers you took together growing up.”
    Scandalized, I could do nothing but choke on my outrage and whip him with the back of my hand. “We never —I babysat her—plus, she’s still a kid!”
    Logan laughed. “Relax! I was just joking!”
    “Well, that’s a pretty tasteless joke.”
    “I just like pushing your buttons.” He paused to take a drink out of his cup. “You’re hot when you get all flustered.”
    My mind stopped and began running in reverse. In the span of two seconds, Logan went from irritating to predatory.
    “Why didn’t you call me?” he whispered, drifting closer and closer to my body.
    I stiffened and inched away. “I texted you,” I said.
    The corner of Logan’s mouth curled up. “Texting barely counts.”
    I inhaled sharply, trying to still my heart. “Logan, what exactly do you want from me? You’ve been in town for a couple of years already and started pursuing me barely yesterday.” And by “pursue” I meant trying to get in my pants.
    “Is it so wrong that I find you sexy and irresistible?” Logan said, grabbing for my hip.
    I ducked out from under his reach, casting a panicked glance at the crowd. “Someone could see us!” I spotted Xander in his green tee shirt standing in line for the bounce house, a suitable distance away.
    Logan placed his hand tentatively on my shoulder. It hovered cautiously for just a second before touching down on me. “Then, why don’t we go somewhere nobody can see us?”
    I turned to look at him, wide-eyed. He grinned and tilted his head toward the clubhouse.
    * * *
    I t was my first time inside the Skull Kings man cave. The track lights in the ceiling were tacky, but they cast a sexy, dim light in the windowless space. Harley-Davidson memorabilia lined the walls, along with some photos of the Skull Kings over the years. I even recognized Harry, the original Buddy’s owner, mugging beside Liam Olsen’s father inside of a frame.
    Logan’s hands pressed into my shoulders from behind as I contemplated the photograph.
    “Give me what I want,” he whispered.
    I shivered as he combed my hair off of my neck. He pulled my shirt off of my shoulder and kissed my skin there. I closed my eyes. “My kid’s outside. I can’t.”
    “But you want to, don’t you?”
    I licked my lips. I’d spent the days since that night we’d sexted thinking about all the reasons Logan and I were a bad idea, whether it was just sex or something more. But whatever reasons I came up with buzzed around in my head like fruit flies, darting beyond my grasp every time I reached.
    Before I could string together two words, Logan’s hands slid around my waist and pulled me against his chest. His hips bumped against my rear, and he lingered there, holding me close.
    “This won’t take long,” he whispered, already working my jeans open.
    I moaned, partly out of protest, but mostly from excitement as his hand slid down the front of my panties. He breathed steadily against my earlobe as his fingers groped toward my pussy.
    “Mm,” he intoned in delight, finding me wet as his fingertip grazed my clit.
    I turned my head to kiss him. My mind liquefied as our mouths melted together, swirling and sucking and breathing as one unit. After a few moments, Logan unstuck himself and slipped his hand out of my pants briefly enough to lead me to a black leather couch. Then, he gently eased me down into a sitting position and knelt between my knees.
    “Logan, please. We can’t,” I said breathlessly. Even though I wanted to, so badly, somebody in this room had to keep her head on straight.
    Logan glanced up at me, blue eyes burning against mine. “Trust me,” he said.
    My stomach heaved as he pulled my sandals off and