Logan - Lane Hart Page 0,31

going to have to tell me how you ended up in that damn jail.”

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Brayden

I don’t sleep great in the living room chair, but I know I would’ve slept less if I had been upstairs in the bed by myself.

When I get home, I don’t know what I’ll do when I’m back in my parents’ house and have to sleep alone in my room. It’s going to be scary, but I’ll need to suck it up and get over it. I’ve slept alone for years, and it never bothered me. I can’t start acting like a scared little girl just because I had a few horrible nights where I wasn’t sure if I would see anyone again.

I’m already awake when Logan stands up from the sofa and stretches his arms over his head, moving more than he was last night.

“Feel better?” I ask him.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “My skin is still a little tight, but the burn is mostly gone. I’m gonna take a shower and then maybe you can lube me up?” he asks.

“Sure,” I tell him since I’ll never get tired of having to rub gel onto his many muscles.

“Sorry I was such a baby yesterday,” he says before he goes up the steps, his hand resting on the banister. “I promise I’ll be better today since it’s our last one.”

“You were in pain, so don’t apologize for anything,” I assure him. “Besides, I owed you for taking care of me when I needed it. Rubbing some aloe on you and helping you stay comfortable was the least I could do.”

“No, you didn’t have to, but I still appreciate it,” Logan says as he combs his fingers through his messy bed head. “Now think about what you want to do today while I’m in the shower,” he adds before he jogs up the steps, and I stare at his tight ass in his slacks.

I wonder what Logan would say if I told him I want to do him today.

“Never gonna happen,” I mutter to myself. Today’s our last day on vacation, and then it’s back to the real world, also known as hell on earth.

“What’s that?” Logan calls down before he appears at the top of the steps.

“Nothing, just talking to myself,” I assure him, and then he disappears again, and I hear the shower turn on.

Chapter Sixteen

Logan

I’m relieved when I step underneath the shower spray, and it doesn’t sting my skin like yesterday. Sure, I’m still noticeably red on the front of my body, but the burning is mostly gone, except in the creases of my arms where they bend the most.

I’m glad the pain stopped, because today is our last day and I want to take Brayden out. She’s been cooped up in jail and in our room for days, so she deserves to be able to get out and have a little fun.

After a quick shower, I dry off, and pull on my slacks again with no underwear, intent on where my first outing will be. Brayden and I both are in desperate need of clothes. We’ll need something to wear out today and then an outfit to wear home tomorrow.

Home.

I was in a hurry to get here and get back before my plane took off from D.C. now I’m dreading leaving because that means leaving Brayden. Sure, she’ll be on the same plane home as me. But once we get there, we’ll both go our separate ways, me back to the office and her back to whatever it is she’s going to do in life.

And I won’t be a part of it.

The thought makes me sad. I’ve liked spending time with Brayden, taking care of her. And in a twist of irony, I’ve enjoyed having her take care of me when I needed it. Even though I never would’ve asked for her help, she jumped in and made things easier for me when I was suffering. No one has ever done that for me before. I mean, sure, my parents and sister did when I was little, but not since I’ve been a grown man. It never occurred to me that I needed someone to care for me, but I guess once in a while I do. That’s why I’m grateful for all the little things that Brayden did to try and make me comfortable.

As soon as I step into the bedroom, Brayden is waiting for me with the bottle of green goo.

“Ready for your rub down?” she asks with a smile from her seat on