Texas CHAOS (Texas Heroes Book 2) (18 page)

Logan was mesmerized. Her head was thrown back, a cascade of dark hair flowing down her back, tickling his thighs. With hungry hands, he skated his palms over her body, letting them come to rest at the point where their bodies were joined. Taking one big finger, he found her clit, rubbing the swollen button as she rose and fell. “Logan!” she exclaimed, speeding up her movements.

“Cum for me, love,” he commanded.

She met his gaze, gave him a dazzling smile and ran one gentle finger along his cheek. When her soft fingertip came near his lips, he captured it, sucking it into his mouth. The seemingly innocent, intimate act was so erotic, Logan felt his climax rising. He let his tongue play on the end of her finger in the same pattern he was touching her clit. Watching the orgasmic flush rise on her chest to bloom on her cheeks was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. Some women might fake orgasms, but his didn't. As she rode him to heaven and back, Logan watched her lose control, small white teeth biting down on her lower lip, sexy sounds of ecstasy slipping from her lips.

The erotic sight, coupled with the amazing friction of her snug channel around him, caused his cock to swell and when she squeezed him, holding his gaze and kneading her nails into his chest – he lost it. Blood rushed and he felt his release come rolling up from his balls. Sensations ripped through his body and all of his emotions and dreams converged into the unbelievable reality of having the woman of his heart in his life and in his bed. “Jenna, my Jenna!”

Pulling her down, Logan kissed her so gently he made her heart sing and her soul soar. “I love you, Logan,” she whispered as he cradled her close. “So much.” Still joined, he held her on top him until she fell asleep in his arms.

* * *

“Jenna,” Logan whispered, touching her arm. “I have to go in to the station, there's a fire.”

Instantly Jenna was awake. “Okay. Be careful, please,” she urged.

“Always.” He kissed her lips. “I'll check in a little later. We're supposed to do an equipment check today anyway, so I'll see you this afternoon.”

Stretching, she watched him go. A squeal of happiness she couldn't contain erupted from her lips. Her heart had fixated on Logan long ago and now, here she was – Mrs. Logan Gray. With happiness surging through her veins she arose and set out to make herself at home. Like one of Snow White's companions, Jenna whistled and hummed as she worked, straightening the bedroom and cleaning the bath. After she'd put away her things, she made her way to the kitchen and took out something to prepare for supper. Finding a crock pot, she put on a roast and some potatoes. Not knowing when Logan would be able to come home, she sought to make a meal that would be ready when he was.

Feeling good, Jenna decided to go for a walk. She made her way across the porch and down the steps into the yard. From this vantage point, she could see the layout of the pastures. The crisscross of fence, the scattered oaks with their low curved branches, sometimes bowing close enough to the ground to be used as seating. An exhilarating feeling of freedom crashed over her, causing Jenna to throw her arms wide and twirl around. She was home.

A welcoming whinny greeted her as Stormy spied her from across the way. Galloping hooves mixed with the call of birds as Jenna ran to greet her four-legged companion. “How are you, girl?” A friendly nudge and a playful toss of the head was all the invitation she needed to climb aboard and go for a ride. Not having the saddle or any type of rope or rein, Jenna was limited on what type of tricks she could perform, but this didn't stop her from lying supine on Stormy's back, then rising to stand with her arms spread to the morning sun.

After she'd played with Stormy, Jenna made her way back inside, glancing at the clock. It was only a little after ten. Thinking about Logan and the men down at the fire station, she decided to check the cupboards to see what ingredients were available to make cookies. She didn't find chocolate chips, but there was everything necessary for sugar cookies. With a smile, she decided they would do and a trip to the grocery store would come soon.

For noise, she turned on the TV to a talk show while she stirred up the dough. Once the golden discs were in the oven, Jenna found her phone and called Anne. She owed the woman an apology and an explanation. After three rings, she answered. “Anne, here.”

“Anne, this is Jenna.”

She'd no more than got the words out before the questions started. “How are you?”

“I'm good, no broken bones.”

“We called the clinic, but they said you had someone with you. Are you coming back?”

Jenna weighed her words. “I'm so grateful to you for the opportunity and I enjoyed myself more than words can say...but no, I'm not coming back. The man I love showed up at the hospital and proposed. I got married yesterday.” Even to her, the series of events sounded implausible. “It all happened pretty fast.”

Anne laughed. “Sounds like it. Logan Gray? The one whose picture you mooned over all the time?”

Jenna blushed at the memory. “Yes, of course.” There was never anyone else.

“Well, congratulations.” The words were genuine and heartfelt.

“Thank you. I want to apologize about leaving the way I did. I realize the bull riding wasn't the smartest thing to do.”

“Are you kidding?” Anne exclaimed. “Not that I want you hurt under any circumstances, but you got us noticed. We've got a movie offer.”

“A what?”

Anne laughed. “A studio in Austin is making a rodeo movie about a barrel racer who falls for a blacksmith. Sappy, I'm sure. They want to add realism in the scenes by including footage of several rodeo events, including the Cowgirl Angels performing. They were especially interested in you.”

Jenna didn't know what to say. “I don't think I can perform right now,” she answered weakly. “I'm happy.” Did that make sense?

Anne sighed. “I understand. This life was never your first choice. But if you change your mind... the offer will remain open. It will be a month to six weeks before we begin, we're waiting on the final instructions. By the way, we need to get your truck back to you, don't we?”

“Yes, I can get someone to come after it...” she began until Anne interrupted her.

“No, I think we have a plan. There's a couple of people who want to see you. It may be a week or so before they can break away...unless you'll need it before then?”

Dixie. A tinge of excitement swept over her. She had so much to tell her friend. “No, I can wait, there's no rush. I bet I would be glad to see them,” Jenna agreed in an excited voice. After a few more moments of asking about the others in the troupe, she hung up the phone and rescued her first batch of cookies from the oven. Three more to go and she'd take some down to the Stonewall Fire station. Nothing she'd heard from Anne changed her mind one whit. Jenna was right where she wanted to be. Not even the prospect of being in a movie could change how she felt about being Logan's wife.

Before she left, Jenna freshened up, took a shower and dolled up in jeans and a pink sweater. The spring air was still very nippy. Summer was a long way off.

Over at the Stonewall fire hall, Logan supervised as the men did an inventory of the breathing equipment and assorted gear. Forms had to be filled out as each piece was inspected. Safety first and foremost, as always. The fire they'd been called out to fight that morning had been routine, a chimney fire. Anytime there was a nip in the air, fires seemed to multiply. Luckily no one had been injured and the property damage had been kept to a minimum. In other words, the Stonewall VFD had done its job.

“Hey, Chief, phone!” Chris called from the back.

“Roger,” Logan answered, handing his clipboard to Ronan. “Finish this equipment check, I'll be right back. Who is it?” he yelled.

“Titan Sloane, the Wimberley Chief. I think he wants to talk training programs.”

Logan smiled to himself. Sloane was a good man. Young, but competent. Without a backward glance, he headed to his office and settled in the rickety old chair. “Gray.”

Over at the main house, Jenna presented Earl and Louisa with a platter full of cookies. She'd come to ask for the use of one of the ranch trucks. They'd gladly given her the keys and coerced her into having a cup of coffee with them before she left. “We're just glad you're home where you belong,” Louisa had assured her. “Some of the ladies are going to want to give you a bridal shower. What do you think?”

The idea took Jenna by surprise. “I'd love it.” She wanted nothing more than to fit into the community as Logan's wife. “How nice, I can't wait.” Nothing would do Louisa but to pinpoint a few possible dates and times for the shower and to promise to drive into town with her at the earliest opportunity to 'register' for gifts.

After a polite amount of time, Jenna was able to extricate herself and continue on her way to the fire department. The ranch land and surrounding territory were exclusive in the state. She was surrounded by peach orchards, vineyards and hill country. There was no place like it on earth. As she drove down the two lane highway, Jenna felt chills of happiness break out on her skin. How her world had changed in just one week. When she pulled up in front of the large white metal building with the red trim, her heart pounded with pride knowing Logan was the Chief. He put his life on the line to keep his community safe and she vowed to do her best to help and support him. Parking in a designated area, she grabbed her cookies and headed for the door.

Inside, Logan had his feet up on his desk listening to Titan tell a funny story about a woman who escaped from her trailer fire in the altogether. “Talk about a traffic jam, we had one. Maverick finally got her wrapped up in his jacket. She didn't have a shy bone in her body.”

“You seem to have all the good times, Sloan.” A noise from the bay area drew his attention. His men were laughing and talking a little too loudly – which meant only one thing...there was a female in the house. “I'd better go, Titan. I think we've got company. Send over those training requests and I'll add my guys to them.”

As he hung up, Logan stood, opened the door and strained to hear. A familiar lilting laugh met his ears. Jenna?

Jenna held out the platter of cookies. “Help yourself. Is Logan around?” She kept the smile on her face, waiting for the congratulations that she knew were coming.

“He's in the back taking an important phone call,” Chris announced as he brought a cookie to his lips.

“We don't need the Chief, I'm sure he's on a diet.” Ronan elbowed his way to the front. “I love sugar cookies!”

Glancing over their shoulders, she sought to get a glimpse of her husband. “Could you tell Logan I'm here?”

“Yes, please, tell Logan we’re here.”

Jenna whirled around to find Terra standing there with a plate of cookies of her own. “Terra, what are you doing here?”

“I might ask you the same question.” The other woman gave her a disdainful look. “I come by to check on these boys often. Don’t I?” She winked at the gawking fireman. “Of course, they all know I’m really here to see the Chief.” Terra looked down her nose at Jenna.

A flush of ire swept over her. Jenna was mad as a little wet hen. “Consider today your last visit. I’m back in town and things have changed.”

“Changed?” Terra’s eyes cut Jenna like a knife. “Doesn’t look like it to me. You’re still a little girl trying to play in the big leagues.”

“Chief! You’d better get out here!” Ronan bellowed and Jenna jumped a bit.

“What the hell?” Logan asked as he came forward, his men scattering from the left to the right.

“You've got company.” The new guy, Tango called. “In fact, you have two guests. Your girlfriend’s here and so is…”

“Jenna!” When Logan rounded the corner and saw his new bride standing next to Terra his jaw dropped open. This wasn’t good. Shit.

“Hello, ladies,” he began, nodding politely. “You both…uh…brought cookies,” he grinned weakly.

Jenna could see he was uncomfortable. Clearly, he had failed to inform any of this group that he was a newly married man.

“Yes, I made cookies. If I’d known today was Terra’s turn, I could’ve waited till tomorrow.” Jenna said dryly, eyeing her husband.

Tango gave Jenna a wink. “I’ve met your girlfriend, Chief. How about an introduction to this little honey?”

“Yes, Logan.” Jenna urged. “Introduce us.” She handed Ronan her cookies. Ronan backed a few feet away from the congregated group as if expecting an explosion.

Logan stepped up to the plate.

“Jenna, this is Tango. Tango, this is Jenna...”

When he hesitated, Jenna finished for him, clasping the other man’s hand. “His wife.” The expressions on the faces of the men were classic. Round mouths matching their rounded eyes. But the surprised looks on their faces were nothing like the horrified expression on Terra’s. She promptly walked up to Logan and slapped him hard on the cheek, then walked out taking her cookies with her.

Logan rubbed his cheek, clearly speechless. The one thing he did have good sense enough to do was lean over and kiss his wife. “Hey, baby. Sorry about that.”

Jenna didn’t respond, she was too busy receiving congratulations from the guys.

“Wow! Congratulations, man!” Ronan clapped his Chief on the back. “This is great, you’re perfect for each other. I guess our bid paid off.”