Trust (Temptation #3)(78)

“Christ, Tate,” Logan growled, burying his nose in the crook of his neck. “First, you never need to doubt that between us. Not ever. From the moment we met, I’ve been trying to get inside you, and I’ll always want to be there. Second, I love to do everything with you, but when you say stuff like that…when you get all dirty and give it right back to me…”

“Yeah?”

Logan drew his tongue up Tate’s throat and then kissed his ear, where he whispered, “I can’t decide if I want to love on you or fuck you until you’re too weak to walk.”

Tate turned his head toward him, panting from the solid hand job he was now giving him. “Both sound equally good to me. You’re so…God…so uninhibited, and that makes me so damn hot.”

Logan kissed him and gave his most demonic grin. Then he let him go and slipped down between Tate’s thighs. He licked the straining flesh that greeted him, and dared, “Come on, then, Tate. Let me have it. Hot and dirty, just how we like it.”

And as Tate’s fingers twisted into his hair, Logan parted his lips and proceeded to drive him fucking crazy.





Chapter Twenty-Two





The week passed by uneventfully enough, though they seemed to be in a holding pattern of sorts. Logan would get up and go to work, and he would sit at home and wait.

But not today—today, the waiting would stop. Friday was finally here, his follow-up appointment was scheduled for three, and after that, Tate felt like he’d be able to finally move on with his life.

He was standing in the kitchen, eating his breakfast, when Logan came out of the bedroom fastening his watch around his wrist. Dressed for work, he looked polished, his black hair styled to the left as usual, and as he walked through the dining room, he picked up his glasses, which were resting on the newspaper, and made his way toward him.

“Seven a.m. I’m impressed.”

Tate smiled around a spoonful of cereal as Logan put his glasses on and came around the kitchen island. He kissed his cheek and then walked over to the coffee machine.

“And coffee? Wow. You are full of energy this morning.” Logan reached into one of the top cupboards for his travel mug.

“I guess I’m just ready to get this brace off.”

Logan glanced back at him. “I bet.”

“Yeah. And it’ll be nice to finally get back into a normal routine.”

Logan poured his coffee and then screwed the lid on his mug before he came over to stand beside him. Placing a hand on his good arm, he squeezed. “I agree. But I still don’t want you to rush things. Remember, Pete said you don’t need to go back for another week. The temp is hired until then.”

“I know. But I still need to move my things over here, and I also have to go down to the police station and deal with all of the accident stuff.”

A frown pulled Logan’s brow down, and he turned to get his jacket, which was draped over the back of the chair.

As he shrugged into it, Tate studied the serious expression on his face and asked, “What’s on your mind?”

When Logan merely tugged on the sleeves of his jacket, Tate put his bowl down and made his way around the island.

“Logan?”

Logan looked at him and took a breath before saying, “Have you thought any more about pressing charges against the driver who hit you?”

They’d briefly discussed what options he had when he’d been in the hospital, but at the time, he’d just wanted to deal with healing before he thought about all the legal crap he’d have to go through surrounding what happened.

“I think you should seriously consider sitting down with someone to discuss your options.”

He really didn’t like the idea of spending more money in an attorney’s office, especially after Diana had switched their divorce proceedings between two. But he also knew that Logan was right. He needed to know what his legal choices were.

Logan pushed his hands into his pockets as he walked back over to him. “It’s up to you, Tate, but you almost died that day. You were in the hospital for a little over a month, and you’ll likely need physical therapy for some time, as well as follow-up appointments.” He took his hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it. “He needs to be held responsible for that. He was in the wrong, and he hurt you.”

Tate slid his hand along Logan’s cheek and leaned in to kiss his lips. “I know. I just needed to be back on my feet before I tackled it all.”

“I understand.” Logan nodded.

Tate could tell he wanted to say more but was, for once in his life, holding back. Which made him curious. “Did you want to do it?”