The Moon is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle

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Chapter Thirty-One: The Cure

In which our heroine needs to gather all of her willpower…

Max purred as Logan reached their bedroom and unceremoniously dropped her onto their king-sized bed.

She rolled to her side and propped her head on an elbow and watched as he swiftly stripped. Without a word he walked to where she lay watching him, and reached down and pushed her robe open, rolling her onto her back so that she lay there for his perusal, her golden skin and dark hair contrasting with the rich red of the robe underneath her.

Logan's smile was predatory as he came down onto the bed and whispered to her. "So show me exactly what an X5 in heat needs…"

Max's hormones were in full cry and she needed no further urging to reach out for him and do exactly as he asked. Within seconds Logan was lost in the hot, sweet, erotic darkness that was Max. Her mouth was devouring him, while her arms and legs were everywhere at once, and her hair was wrapped around him in silken ropes. Logan moaned softly as he let himself fly with his wife…

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Jondy let herself quietly into the Penthouse and stood listening before she made her presence known. She was relieved to hear nothing but silence, not even the sound of Logan on his computers breaking it. With a smile she walked down the hall to the master bedroom. She stood outside listening again, but even her X5 hearing couldn't pick up any sounds. Reaching out she pushed open the door and peeked inside, ready to leave as quickly and quietly as she had come if need be.

Logan and Max were entwined on the bed, a soft sheet covering them from the waist down. Logan's arms were wrapped around Max and she was curled against him. Jondy watched them for a minute, feeling an odd pang at the sight. She wondered what it would be like to make oneself as vulnerable to another as the two of them were to each other. Seen like this, their connection was even clearer than when they were both awake and aware.

"Phony sentimentality." Jondy told herself. She didn't realize she had spoken aloud until Max's eyes opened and she looked sharply at where Jondy stood. Jondy could see the sudden tensing of her muscles as she assessed the possibility of a threat.

"It's me. Do I need to get that water bucket?" she whispered.

Max smiled, slowly relaxing. "We're good," she whispered back so as not to wake up Logan.

"I hate to disturb this but the date with the Count is in less than two hours." Jondy said to her.

"Thanks. I'll get Logan up and we'll get ready."

Jondy had turned to leave, when she heard a new voice.

Logan yawned lightly and smiled in her direction, "Hey Jondy. I owe you a thank you."

Jondy was confused until she saw Max's blush. She smiled teasingly, "Just looking out for my sister."

Logan raised his eyebrows but didn't comment on that, aware that Max was uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

"I'm going to let you two get up and dressed." Jondy said and left the room quickly.

Max giggled, and Logan looked at her. "I don't know if Jondy used the best choice of words just then," she explained.

Logan was suddenly aware of her meaning. "Can I help it if I happen to have an insatiable sex goddess in my bed? You work magic, Max." He pulled her against him and kissed her. Max protested halfheartedly but he ignored her as he explored her mouth.

"Logan…Jondy's here… and we have to get ready…" She tried to push away from him but her body wasn't obeying her brain very well.

"We'll be very quiet and very quick. I promise." His hands were driving her crazy even as she tried to be rational.

Max gave up as he rolled her onto her back and came over her.

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Logan emerged from the bedroom an hour later, freshly showered and dressed in casual slacks and button down shirt. A silk jacket was draped over his arm. He walked into the living room to find Jondy staring out over the gray city. She was wearing a blue silk dress that hugged her curves gently and floated around her knees.

"Hey." Logan said, not wanting to startle her.

Jondy turned and smiled at him, not surprised by his presence at all. "Hey. Is Max almost ready?"

"She should be out in a minute." Logan hesitated. "I really did want to thank you. I don't know what you said to Max, but it seemed to be what she needed to hear."

Jondy shrugged. "Just told her what I saw. Nothing special." Logan looked closely and saw a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" On impulse, he walked to her and dropped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a hug.

For a moment she resisted but then she relaxed, letting his warmth sooth her tangled nerves. She looked up at him, weighing things in her mind. "Logan," she began.

"I don't know if I should be jealous or happy to see my sister getting so close to my husband." Max's teasing voice intervened.

Logan and Jondy turned to look at her and the moment was lost. Logan held out his other arm with a smile and Max walked over to join them.

"This is definitely not something to complain about," he smiled down at both of them. "Two gorgeous girls in my arms."

"Just remember which one you belong to." Max warned, a glint in her eyes. Logan felt the heat in her through the thin black silk sheath she was wearing, and he could have sworn she was purring softly as she snuggled up to him.

"As if I could forget." He smiled down at her.

Jondy pulled away. She grabbed Max's hand and pulled her from Logan. "You need to be careful. We have a mission to complete. You've had your appetizer and you're gonna have to wait for your meal until later."

Max frowned but she knew Jondy was right. "I guess that means I don't get to sit next to Logan in the car?" she sighed.

"You bet it does." Jondy was all business, sensing that she was going to have to be the one to keep Max and the mission on track. Logan seemed to be helpless to control Max in her current condition. Not that she could blame him, given the looks Max was giving him, and the almost overpowering scent of pheromones in the room. Jondy didn't think Logan could consciously smell them the way she could, but she could tell they were affecting him.

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The limousine Logan had hired pulled up in front of Club Twenty-Nine and the chauffeur hurried around to open the door. Max was about to climb out, when Logan lightly touched her arm.

"You okay?" He didn't like the feverish look in her eyes.

"I'm gonna be fine. " Max hesitated. "Just don't take too long before you get things rolling."

Logan looked concerned and started to say something, but Jondy intervened. "Max," she said sternly, forcing Max to meet her eyes. "Remember your mission. Control, soldier."

Max started at her tone and words, and seemed to snap back to herself. "I'm good." Not allowing Logan any further chance to argue, she climbed out of the car and headed into the club.

Behind her the chauffeur closed the door and returned to the car.

"Drive around the block. Slowly" Logan instructed and then closed the partition between the man and the back of the car. "What was that about?" He turned to Jondy and gave her a long hard look.

Jondy shrugged. "Just something from when we were kids." Logan continued to look at her. "I figured Max needed something to hold onto until we get in there. The heat is hitting her hard."

Logan looked thoughtful, but didn't say anymore. His thoughts were diverted to worry about Max and he dropped the subject. Next to him Jondy sighed softly in relief. Her thoughts were in a jumble and she was glad Logan wasn't pushing her when she was in no shape to answer the questions she had a feeling he was starting to have.

End of Chapter Thirty-One…TBC…