High-Sided: An Armed & Dangerous Novel (26 page)

“On the couch,” I commanded.

Doing as I said, he situated himself on the brown leather couch, while I got down on my knees and rubbed his thighs. He kept his gaze on me, but when I spread his legs so I could move my body between his, his eyes got darker . . . almost possessive. I loved seeing that look in his eyes, like I was his and no one else’s. It was the way I felt about him.

Gripping the top of his boxers, I slowly lowered them down, but Logan had to lift his butt so I could slide them down his legs. His cock laid thick and heavy on his stomach, making my insides ache.

Cupping his balls, I massaged them, enjoying the groan that escaped his lips. When he closed his eyes and his head fell back on to the couch, I sucked one into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the sensitive skin. He groaned, sinking down into the couch, spreading his legs further apart.

Smiling to myself, I moved my attention to his arousal, lowering my mouth down his length, wrapping my lips tightly around the head. His body jerked and he groaned even louder as I sucked and flicked his tip with my tongue.

“Kassie,” he growled.

I licked and sucked, tasting the saltiness of his body. Using one hand to stroke him, I took him in as deep as I could, over and over again, driving him toward the edge. His hips were rocking into my face and his abs were contracting. He was so close.

“Stop, baby. I want to be inside you when I come.”

I pulled back and wiped my face. “Not tonight. I want this to be about you.” His eyes widened as I swallowed his length, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

“Dammit, this feels so good, I don’t want to stop.” He ran his hands through my hair and made tiny thrusts with his hips. “I’m going to come, baby. So fucking hard.” He tried to warn me and pull me up.

I shook my head and continued to suck him off.

He gripped onto me tighter, realizing I wasn’t going anywhere. Plunging in as deep as he could, he swore aloud and shook with his release.

Taking what he had to give me, I sat up with a satisfied smile and reached on the floor for his shirt to clean him off. He watched me with half-lidded eyes, before he pulled me up to lay on top of him. Snuggled into his neck, I breathed in deep. This is where I wanted to be. I wanted to lie in his arms and not think about anything other than us being together in that moment. I wished it could last forever.

M
onday had come, and the celebration party was underway. When we pulled up to my father’s house, there were cars everywhere. I could hear people in the back, splashing around in the pool. It was the perfect evening for a night swim; the air was sticky and hot.

“Your dad never does anything half-assed, does he?”

I looked at Logan and laughed. “Nope. And it looks like everyone’s already here.” There were sport bikes lined up in the front yard.

We parked and started toward the door, his arm draped around my shoulder. “Have you thought about talking to your dad tonight about your expansion ideas? He’ll be in a good mood,” he added.

I giggled. “Yeah, he will. I might just do that.” I’d been putting off that conversation for much too long.

Inside, our people were everywhere. Everyone we passed congratulated Logan on his win. The only people I hadn’t found so far were my father and Sean. Miller had a beautiful blonde with him on the couch, while Ethan sat across from him, both talking animatedly about something. Donnie waved to us, and continued his discussion with some of the guys from his DB Racing team. It was like a whole big family.

Logan pointed toward the window and when I got a glimpse at the people in the pool, I shook my head. Trey had deliberately jumped in to splash one of the girls, who happened to walk by at just the right time. She froze for a second, before flipping him off.

“The boy will never learn, will he?” I laughed.

“And he wonders why he’s single.”

“There you are!” Angela shouted excitedly. I saw her reflection in the window and turned around. “It’s about time you got here,” she said, hugging me tight. “Come on, your dad’s in the kitchen.”

Taking Logan’s hand, I led him into the kitchen. My dad and Sean were both sitting at the kitchen table, beer in hand. Sean’s smile faded when he spotted me.

“Would you like a beer, Logan?” Angela asked.

“Sure.” He followed her to the refrigerator and she handed him one.

“Think you’ll be ready for the big race in two weeks?” my father asked, focusing on Logan.

I sat down at the table, while Logan hung back and took a seat at the bar. He tossed back his beer and smiled. “Hell yeah. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for years.”

My father chuckled. “So have I. I bet we’ll walk away with three more sponsors.” Having a lot of sponsors was good for business. It let others know you were good enough to have people backing you up.

Sean avoided my gaze, so I tapped his hand. His head jerked up and he glared at me, but then his expression softened. “Where’s Janie? I thought she was going to be here.”

Huffing, he finished off his beer. “Don’t know. She hasn’t answered my calls all day.”

That wasn’t like her. “Do you want me to call her?”

His jaw clenched. “Nah. I got it.”

When he got up and made to leave, I grabbed his wrist. “Before you call her back, there’s something I want to say.” Brows furrowed, he sat back down. “There’s something I want to pass by you and my dad,” I said loud enough for my dad to hear as well.

“Peanut, what is it?” he insisted. Donnie strolled into the kitchen and smiled at us before grabbing another beer from the refrigerator. He stopped to talk to Angela, while I glanced over at Logan. He nodded encouragingly which helped.

“I wanted to talk to you about expanding Bennett Racing.”

Sean and my dad looked at each other, then focused on me. My father was the one who spoke. “How?”

“By bringing in dirt bikes. We could reach a whole new market of riders and sponsors. I have everything written down on what we’ll need to get started. But I’ve done my research, and I know we can do it.”

My father sat back in his chair, a smile growing on his face. “Well color me impressed.”

Donnie laughed. “I think it’s a great idea, Richard.”

I looked to Sean and all he did was sit there, his expression blank. I had no clue what he was thinking. “What about you? Soon it’ll be me and you running the show. Is this something you’d be interested in?”

Releasing a heavy sigh, he answered me with a nod. “Do we have the funds to do it?”

I nodded happily. “More than enough. I say we start at the beginning of next year.”

“Then I say let’s go for it.” His phone rang, and a number I didn’t recognize popped up on his screen. “Excuse me,” he said, hurrying out of the room.

My father smiled. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“For a while,” Logan cut in. “She was too scared to bring it up.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not
scared
. I just didn’t want it to get shot down. It’s a good idea and a great investment. Besides, I was going to do it anyway when a certain someone retired,” I said, winking at my dad.

Donnie joined us at the table. “I might have to do it too, if it works out for you. Good job, peanut.” He ruffled my hair and smiled. The doorbell rang and Angela left the room. Not too long after, she came back in with none other than Brad Hendrix.

My father glared at him. “What are you doing here?”

Brad held up his hands. “I’m not here to cause trouble. I think there’s something you need to know.”

Donnie scoffed. “If it has to do with your boys losing the race, you can get the fuck over it. You don’t see me whining when I lose.”

“That’s not why I’m here,” Brad snapped.

“Then why
are
you?” my father asked.

Brad moved closer and glanced at us all. “Last weekend, I met with a potential racer. His name is Micah Perry.” I gasped and it drew his attention. “I see his reputation proceeds him.”

I nodded. “He and Logan got into it a few days ago, not to mention when the bastard tried to run him off the track during tryouts.”

Everyone turned their attention to Logan. He looked at the group and sighed. “Micah and I go way back. He ran one of my friends off the road and got away with it, even after my friend died from the injuries he’d sustained. I guess you can say we don’t get along.”

Brad shook his head, his mouth gaped in shock. “I don’t know what to say. I thought he’d be good for our team, but after I heard of his vendetta for you, I turned him down. I’d be on my guard if I were you.”

Logan nodded. “I am.”

Angela gasped. “Why don’t we call the police? What if he strikes out at Logan?”

That was my fear too. I knew what people were capable of. Over the past few weeks, I’d seen it more than I cared to admit. What was worse, Madison could’ve been caught in the middle of it.

“I’ll be fine,” Logan assured everyone. “I’ve been dealing with that fucker for years. There’s no need to call the police.”

“You sure?” my father asked. Logan nodded and finished his beer like it was nothing. Now that he was an FBI agent, I knew he could defend himself, but it still had me worried.

Brad cleared his throat. “I know all of us haven’t always gotten along, but I don’t want to see anyone hurt. Hopefully, one day we’ll be able to put the past behind us.” He held his hand out toward my father, the look on his face genuine. I’d never seen Brad look like that before.

My father stood and shook his hand. “Thanks for letting us know. We’ll keep our eyes open.”

Turning on his heel, Brad left and the room fell into silence. At least until Donnie spoke out. “I’m glad I didn’t offer the guy a spot on my team.”

“Me too,” my father agreed, as Sean rushed back into the room with a look of terror on his face.

“Sean, what’s wrong?” I asked, bolting to my feet.

“It’s Janie. She’s in the hospital. I have to go.” He hurried out of the room, but Logan and I raced after him.

I grabbed his arm and jumped in front of him. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” he growled. “That was one of Janie’s co-workers. Janie was in a car accident this morning. When she didn’t see me at the hospital, she didn’t know if I knew or not.”

Pulling out of my grasp, he stormed out the door and I watched him leave. My stomach clenched and I felt bile burning its way up my throat.

Logan put his arms around me. “We need to follow him to the hospital, Kassie. He’s not thinking clearly right now.”

I nodded. “I know.” We hurried to his truck and drove to the hospital. I couldn’t handle losing another friend.