The next second my phone buzzed again. Be there in twenty.
STRANGER PITY
TAYLOR
I was waiting in the living room with the lights off when his headlights swept across me. Everything lit up for a split second before his car faced the garage. Though it was the middle of the night—closer to early morning, actually—it was still humid. A small breeze wafted across my neck as I shut the door to the house behind me and hurried over to his car. Once inside, I didn’t look at him.
Why I was here? Why had I texted? My dad, I reminded myself. His note had told me he’d be at Mike’s house late, but this was ungodly late.
“Hot girl.”
I looked up and immediately wished I hadn’t. Logan hadn’t gotten any less gorgeous since the day before. His dark eyes watched me, a hint of amusement still there—along with a hint of something darker. The darker element sent a rush through my veins. I ignored it, taking in the dark shirt he wore over jeans. The whites of his eyes stood out from his tanned complexion, and when he grinned, they matched his perfect white teeth.
He added, “Where to? I’m your personal driver for the night.” He tapped the steering wheel. “I can be another type of driver for you, too, if you know what I mean.”
I flushed, then scowled, regretting it. I ignored the fluttering in my stomach. “I have to run an errand.”
A smooth chuckle came as he reversed the car. “Whatever you say. For real. Where we going? I didn’t figure you really had to give me the answer in person.” He started down the street, but slowed as we drew to the first intersection.
I pulled up my dad’s GPS coordinates. “Turn right.”
He nodded. “On it.”
Thirty minutes later, we stopped outside Coach Mike’s house. With one arm resting on the steering wheel, Logan faced me. “Want to tell me why we’re outside my brother’s head coach’s house?”
“You know who lives here?”
His eyes seemed to be laughing at me. They always looked like that. “I do. I’ve spent time here with my brother. Been to your house, too, by the way. That’s how I knew where to go tonight.”
Oh, yeah. He never asked for my address. “You have?”
“There was a thing for your dad once, after your mom died. We all showed up with food. Sam made us make it ourselves. She wouldn’t let us buy something, and she wouldn’t listen to me when I said your dad wouldn’t care.”
He knew about my mom, but that shouldn’t have surprised me. Of course, everyone on campus would know one of their beloved coaches had lost his wife. The corner of my mouth twitched. “That’s funny.”
“What is?”
I glanced up, holding his gaze. “Hearing that you knew about her. Usually it feels like having my insides ripped out with a spoon. This was…nice...” That was an odd sensation to me.
“Well, hey there, Hot Girl.” His voice dropped low and sensual. He laughed under his breath. “If you’re all about feeling nice, I’m chock-full of ideas.” He waved his fingers at me. “You have my phone digits now, so anytime you want the use of my other digits, I’m just a button away.” He lifted an eyebrow.
“I feel cheated, though,” I told him, the edges of my mouth curving up. “I got the finger offer. I mean, seriously. Come on. If I’m going to take you up on this, I want the full deal. I want to be tied up, stuffed from behind, and throw in a butt plug for you. How about that instead? I don’t want a finger job. Not from the legendary Logan Kade.”
I could have sworn I was joking, but as I sat back, a part of me was serious. Well, not about the butt plug. That was a joke...I think.
Logan flashed me a smirk. “Only if I’m the submissive. I like to be dominant outside the sheets, but every guy likes to have his softer side nursed.” He winked. “Or whipped.” He was damn near charming. “When do we start?”
I shook my head. It felt good to laugh. I sighed. “Thank you for that.”
“For what? I was serious.”
I gave him a look.
He cracked a grin. “I’m kidding, but I’m kinda serious about my first question. What are we doing here?”
“Oh.” Craning my neck, I counted the cars. Four cars. Four coaches. And I lingered on the last Civic. “My dad.”