Page 108 of A Dash of You

I knew little about the clubs, only small portions, when Jason would do dealings with some of the local ones. They’re intense, scary, and let’s just say I never lingered too long.

I just stare at Logan, not knowing what to say.

The concern drips from him and I watch as his throat bobs. “It’s been a while now. I got out. And I’ve been out. You don’t have to worry about any of it.”

I dart from eye to eye, and I believe him. If he tells me it’s no longer a concern, I trust him. “Okay.”

“I’m serious. That part of my life is over and will always be over.”

“Were they bad people?”

“Yes. Excluding a few. The MC is ruthless and if you ever see them, you stay away, do you hear me? One of them ever approaches you, you run. Got me, babe?”

I nod, narrowing my eyes at him. “You talk like they’re going to be knocking on the front door one day asking to borrow a cup of sugar.”

He takes a deep breath. “Crew’s still in. So, anything is possible.”

“Oh my God, Logan.” My heart is racing. “Is he in danger?” I don't know Crew well, but I liked him, and I would be deeply saddened if anything bad happened to him.

“Crew can take care of himself. Trust me, he’ll be fine.” He grins and his eyes appear brighter. “I tell you I was in an MC and all you’re concerned about is if Crew is all right?”

“Well. Yeah. Why?”

He softly shakes his head. “You are amazing, dove. And any man is lucky to have you.Iam the luckiest man to have you.”

My chest warms. “The things I’ve seen and put up with, your MC would only be another part of that list.”

The brightness fades into the dark. “You’ll never have to worry or put up with anything ever again. Not while I’m here.”

I smile. “I know.” My fingers play with the strands of his hair. “Is that how you and Crew became friends? The club?”

“Yeah.”

“You left when your dad got sick?”

“I left when I realized if I didn’t get out then, I was never getting out.”

A gasp leaves my throat, and Logan rubs circles on my bare thigh, using the bottom of his thumb. “Why did you join the MC in the first place?”

He takes a minute, pausing, contemplating how to answer. His eyes move past me and over my shoulder, peering out to the lake. “I honestly don’t know. Maybe to feel strong. Not wanting to be weak.”

“Oh, but Logan… you’re all those things on your own. You never needed any club to prove that.”

His breath staggers, eyes intense, and then he kisses me. Hard. Strong. He kisses me. When he breaks first, he rests his forehead on mine. “Jesus.”

“Yeah,” I say with bated breath. “I’ll admit, I didn’t expect all that.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just don’t want to lie to you, Sora. Whatever is happening between us, I want total honesty.”

I smile, glancing down at Logan’s chiseled chest. Then I run my hand over his smoothness, wanting to feel his strength. “Total honesty from here on out.” I pause before going for it. “Did you.. did you ever hurt people while in the MC?” It’s a long ten seconds waiting for his response.

His jaw moves. “Yes. But it’s not what you think. They weren’t innocent people.” He inhales deeply. “I’m not proud of the things I’ve done, but I’ve learned to move on from them.”

I nod, believing him. We all have a past we left behind.

I slowly trace his ridges along his stomach once more. With a shuddered breath, Logan squeezes my hips and lifts me so I’m straddling him. My wet pussy rubs against his hard cock and a moan escapes me.

“Since we’re being honest, I’m this close to saying fuck it and sticking my cock inside you.”

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