Chapter Six.
To capture this moment, I do anything. To love you forever, I don't need a ring.
"Logan?" Max asked confused. She was riding for Jam Pony and he walked into headquarters with an angry expression on his face. Everyone else seemed to be gone.
"Max." he clipped coldly.
"What do I owe this pleasure to? I thought we weren't going to meet like this again." Max stated wary as he came up to her and pushed her against a locker. Pressing himself against her he whispered into her ear.
"So I met someone a couple months ago. Reminds me of you actually."
"Oh really." Damn if this wasn't a dream she'd be in heaven. That was the problem with dreams, no sense of touch, taste, or smell. Which with Logan so close that his stubble brushed against her cheek and his breath should have tickled her skin, wasn't very fair. She couldn't even feel him push her against the lockers and keep her there with his body. But that didn't mean the situation wasn't turning her on.
"Yeah her name is Hannah." Max gulped and he pulled his face back enough to look at her. "She's twelve." Max tried to act innocent but Logan wouldn't take it. "Funny thing is she's your daughter." He stared at her but Max had closed her eyes effectively blocking him out.
"Damn it Max why didn't you tell me?" he demanded pushing away from her and starting to pace. Max opened her eyes.
"Told you I couldn't just come walking back into your life didn't I?" she offered weakly.
"Max I would have understood. If I'd known. Max I wouldn't have let you leave."
"I know. Your duty minded brain would have made you feel responsible." Max snapped pushing him up against a locker again. "I didn't want your pity Cale."
"I thought you knew." He offered lamely as she hovered inches from his lips.
"Knew what." She spit out with venom.
"It wouldn't have been about pity." Max rolled her eyes.
Logan grabbed her and pulled her closer to him roughly, his eyes glinted with pure emotion that Max couldn't misinterpret.
"It would have been about love. Oh and by the way I like your new hair." Not able to contain himself anymore he tore into her, capturing her lips with his.
Max bolted awake in another crummy hotel room. She was definitely not going to be able to sleep again after that. Embarrassed that she was now very much aware of every inch of her body and very much disappointed that she hadn't woken up to find him next to her.
Sure she'd had dreams about him before and in those dreams he'd taunted her with his good looks and charm but he had never made her feel so aware, so intensely alert, so damned turned on before. At least not from a dream. In real life he'd done it numerous times.
Did that mean that he knew? Did that mean that…
Oh God what was she going to do.
To capture this moment, I do anything. To love you forever, I don't need a ring.
"Logan?" Max asked confused. She was riding for Jam Pony and he walked into headquarters with an angry expression on his face. Everyone else seemed to be gone.
"Max." he clipped coldly.
"What do I owe this pleasure to? I thought we weren't going to meet like this again." Max stated wary as he came up to her and pushed her against a locker. Pressing himself against her he whispered into her ear.
"So I met someone a couple months ago. Reminds me of you actually."
"Oh really." Damn if this wasn't a dream she'd be in heaven. That was the problem with dreams, no sense of touch, taste, or smell. Which with Logan so close that his stubble brushed against her cheek and his breath should have tickled her skin, wasn't very fair. She couldn't even feel him push her against the lockers and keep her there with his body. But that didn't mean the situation wasn't turning her on.
"Yeah her name is Hannah." Max gulped and he pulled his face back enough to look at her. "She's twelve." Max tried to act innocent but Logan wouldn't take it. "Funny thing is she's your daughter." He stared at her but Max had closed her eyes effectively blocking him out.
"Damn it Max why didn't you tell me?" he demanded pushing away from her and starting to pace. Max opened her eyes.
"Told you I couldn't just come walking back into your life didn't I?" she offered weakly.
"Max I would have understood. If I'd known. Max I wouldn't have let you leave."
"I know. Your duty minded brain would have made you feel responsible." Max snapped pushing him up against a locker again. "I didn't want your pity Cale."
"I thought you knew." He offered lamely as she hovered inches from his lips.
"Knew what." She spit out with venom.
"It wouldn't have been about pity." Max rolled her eyes.
Logan grabbed her and pulled her closer to him roughly, his eyes glinted with pure emotion that Max couldn't misinterpret.
"It would have been about love. Oh and by the way I like your new hair." Not able to contain himself anymore he tore into her, capturing her lips with his.
Max bolted awake in another crummy hotel room. She was definitely not going to be able to sleep again after that. Embarrassed that she was now very much aware of every inch of her body and very much disappointed that she hadn't woken up to find him next to her.
Sure she'd had dreams about him before and in those dreams he'd taunted her with his good looks and charm but he had never made her feel so aware, so intensely alert, so damned turned on before. At least not from a dream. In real life he'd done it numerous times.
Did that mean that he knew? Did that mean that…
Oh God what was she going to do.