Page 17 of Ride With Me
Logan chuckled. “I know, love. I wasn’t planning on going. Did you want to go while I stay here, if the vet thinks Lena’s not likely to go into labor that day?”
I bit my lip. I didn’t want to go without him. I took a chance. “Um… I’d love to see my friends, but I, uh… don’t want to play with anyone else.” My heart pounded in my chest while I waited for him to respond.
Logan’s feet came into view as he stepped just a hair too close to me. He caught my chin with his fingers, tipping my face upward so I couldn’t hide. “I don’t want to play with anyone else, either, Savannah. If you want to go, that’s fine with me. We can also have the girls come down here to hang out another night.” He grinned dangerously, and my stomach flipped. “And while we won’t have the setup that Blackstone has, we can probably come up with a nice little scene to do here.”
My face heated. I did my best to look down, trying to break the eye contact. He was so intense.
Logan frowned, letting my chin go. “Breathe, love. What makes you so nervous?”
I squeezed my lips together, shaking my head. How could I explain this feeling? It was like I was standing naked in front of him every time he looked into my eyes. Like he could see everything. It was terrifying.
I turned my attention to the horse in the next stall, avoiding the question. “Hi, there, sweet thing. What’s your name?”
Logan’s tall frame came up behind me. I stiffened as he put his hands on the stall window on either side of my body, trapping me in place.
His deep voice spoke in my ear, his stubble brushing my jaw. “I know it’s scary to let people in, love. I promise you’re safe with me. But I can’t let you close yourself off again.” He put his hands on my shoulders, twirling me around to face him before he put his hands back on either side of me.
I struggled for breath. He was close. Too close.
Logan leaned in even further. “We’re going to work on this together. I know you trust me with your body.” He pulled back slightly, smirking. “And I intend to take full advantage of that, doll. But you’re going to trust me with your emotions, too. Eventually.”
I finally looked up at him, acknowledging the truth of his words. “I don’t—I want to. But I don’t think I can, Sir.” My voice shook with the admission.
Logan nodded. “I know, love. And it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll keep saying it until you believe it.” His gaze burned into me. “If you can trust me with your body—as my sub for the next week, or until Lena delivers her foal—I promise to take care of you. Can you trust me with that?”
I took a deep breath. Be his full-time sub? That was everything I’d wanted since the first night we’d met.
My pussy clenched just thinking about it. Lust won out over common sense.
“Yes, Sir. I trust you,” I breathed.
His hand came to the back of my head, pulling me toward him. His mouth came down on mine, his lips firm. His tongue traced my lips, then gently pushed inside. I moaned into his mouth as my core heated. His fingers tightened in my hair, his other hand on my back, pressing my into him. I fisted my hands in his shirt for balance as my legs gave out.
Logan broke the kiss, pulling back. His dark eyes studied my face. “Time to head inside, baby. I have some plans for us.”
12
Savannah
Loganledmeindoors,through the mud room, both of us kicking off our boots and shedding our jackets. At the top of the stairs, he paused and turned to me. “Do you trust me, doll?”
I nodded, out of breath.
“Verbal response, please, Savannah.”
“Yes, Sir. I trust you.” I nodded, looking up at him. And I did.
“Good girl.” He turned toward his bedroom, pulling me along behind him.
I took in the decor as we moved into his room. Light grey walls, navy bedspread. Dark wood furniture. Posters hung on the wall, held up with thumbtacks—Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin.
I smirked at Logan. “Just how old are you, Sir?”
He snorted. “They’re vintage, baby.” He nodded to me, his smile fading into a serious facade. “Let’s lose the clothes. All of them, doll.”
My smirk disappeared as well as I removed my shirt, then my bra, feeling exposed and vulnerable. I hesitated, my fingers on the button of my jeans.
He said he’d take care of me. That I’d be safe, I reminded myself.
