Wicked Lovers 05 Belong to Me by Shayla Black Page B

you’re ready to chase this girl again?”
    Since their breakup, Logan had hoped that Cherry was happy. She’d gone to college, gotten a great job, and as much as it bugged the shit out of him, she’d gotten engaged. As long as he’d believed all was right for her, he’d been able to cope with the gaping hole in his heart. After all, she wouldn’t be able to handle his needs—or so he’d believed. When he’d kissed her today, touched and restrained her, he’d figured out real quick that Tara’s nature ran sweetly submissive.
    And the way she’d responded to him . . . That kiss hadn’t come from a woman happily in love with her fiancé, but a hungry female craving the satisfaction she needed and wasn’t getting. Logan would move heaven and earth to give it to her.
    “Yes.” Logan didn’t hesitate. “I want to make her mine. Forever.”
    “Hell, I shouldn’t be surprised. You never got over her. Maybe she’s what you need.”
    “I’m working on a plan, but I can’t execute it if I’d be putting her in danger.”
    “What do you think?”
    Logan sighed. “Right now, I’m not doing a good job of thinking past my dick.”
    Hunter’s deep laugh resounded in his ear. “If you’re ready to fuck her and end this crazy five year abstinence, I’m definitely in favor.”
    He only said that because he could barely stand to leave the bed he shared with his wife.
    “But what about Tara?” Logan prodded. “I won’t put her in danger.”
    “It’s been a dozen years. I don’t think you can answer that question without going for it and seeing what happens. If you don’t, you’ll be one miserable bastard, always wondering ‘what if.’ ”
    Shit, Hunter was right. Agitation stabbed Logan. He didn’t like unnecessary risk of any kind, but like his missions as a SEAL, he couldn’t predict the exact outcome before putting forth the effort. Planning, keeping calm, paying attention to detail—those things gave him an edge. When he did them right, he succeeded.
    He paced back to the St. Andrew’s Cross, imagining Tara there. She would look amazing, bound and bare, wet and begging for him.
    That fantasy wasn’t helping him think clearly.
    He let out a pent-up breath. At sixteen, Logan hadn’t had the first clue how to protect Tara. Today, he was an adult, a highly trained operator. He could—and had—killed enemy combatants in seconds with his bare hands. He’d do anything to keep her from harm’s way.
    “You’re right. If anyone threatens her, I’ll tear out their motherfucking throat and spit in the empty hole.”
    “That’s the Logan I know and love. I’ll help you, by the way. Go after her.”
    Just one small problem . . . “She said her safe word. Thorpe won’t let me near her now.”
    “Oh, this is good. She submitted? Willingly? Knowing you were topping her?”
    Logan wished Hunter wasn’t enjoying the speculation quite so much. “We were getting there, but I lost my head. Came at her too hard and fast. I need to downshift and regroup before I approach her again.”
    “Yeah, you’ll have to hurdle Thorpe. Once you do, then you absolutely have to tell Tara why you left her years ago, if you’re going to earn her trust.”
    Again, Hunter was right, but even that wasn’t simple. First, Logan could count on Thorpe to be a real hard-ass about enforcing the club’s rules.
    Even if Logan found a way around that, then came the hard part: explaining the reason for their painful breakup to Tara. He refused to do it at Dominion. No way was he sharing something so personal with Thorpe. Training? Fine. Actual feelings? No.
    And Logan had no doubt that revealing the truth about their past to Tara was going to get sticky. She was no longer a pliant young girl who would listen to his explanation because he asked her to. She’d definitely grown more spine. Now, he might be able to top her into giving him a blow job, but not forgiveness. As much as he’d love the first, it was the latter he’d