He could feel her tightening around him, but he needed to hear her acknowledge who she belonged to; whose cock was deep inside her. Would only ever be inside her if he had his way. He’d laid his claim to her the morning before, now he needed her to lay claim to him.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded. “Say it.”
“What?”
“Say who you belong to,” he gritted between clenched teeth, because even for an innocent, she had a God-given talent for pushing him to the very edge with just the roll of her hips.
“Logan . . . You. I belong to you.”
He slammed home and held her in place until she mewled. “Who do I belong to?”
Eyes so pure a green you could swim in them stared back at him in wonder before softening as she raised a hand to his cheek. “Me. You belong to me, Logan.”
Pure arrogance and pride knotted in his chest, so he slammed his mouth over hers and rolled her clit until she exploded so completely around him, it tore a grunt from his throat when he followed her over into white hot oblivion.
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“So what happens next?” Logan ran his hand down my back and across my ass while my head rested on his chest.
“We’ll head back to the lake and see if they found anything else, then return to Ennis and look for evidence there. I talked to Duke at midnight the night before last. I got the impression he was headed home from there, but he could have headed back to his office. I’ll search both for clues, check CCTV and security footage at local gas stations between Ennis and the lake, see if Duke filled up his truck and if he was alone at the time. But if he encountered a stranger on the road, it might be hard to find them if they moved on.
“But you don’t think it was a stranger, do you?”
A long pause. “No. A drifter would have taken his rig. They would have sold his boat cheap for the money, driven his truck out of state until it became hot, then dumped it for another stolen vehicle. If our hunch is right—that it was staged to look like he drowned—it means whoever killed him lives in the area.”
I leaned my ear against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was slow and steady, the beat as strong as the man lying beneath me. “You’ll figure it out.”
He squeezed my ass then ran his hand up to the nape of my neck and pulled my head back to kiss me gently. “I appreciate the vote of confidence, baby, but I’m not a trained investigator. It’s one of the reasons I balked at the position when they first approached me. I’m a soldier. I kill without hesitation, not delve into the minds of criminals for motive. That’s what Loverboy and Coop did.”
I pushed up and braced my head in the palm of my hand, looking down on him. “I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit. You’re the one, not Spear, who saw what was right in front of us. You said yourself you’d been suspicious almost from the beginning about his disappearance, even before Spear finally started treating you like a cop.”
He sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands. “Maybe. Nothing about this makes sense. If Duke drove all the way to Yellowstone before meeting his killer, then why’d they empty his truck and boat?”
I thought about that. “They must have ridden with him and they were afraid they left behind hair or fingerprints?”
“That would be my first guess, too. So where are the truck’s contents? The trash bins in that area were searched and they found nothing.”
“He threw it in a trash bin somewhere else.”
“Okay, say that’s true, then why did he bring the truck back after he threw the trash away?”
“So it looked like Duke was fishing on his own and drowned.”
“Then tell me, beautiful Skye, how the hell did the killer get home if they rode together?”
“He. . . he . . .” I puzzled over that for a moment and came to the only conclusion you could. “He had another vehicle, which doesn’t explain why he emptied out Duke’s truck and took all of his tackle.”
“Now you’re following. Beauty and brains,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I could have stayed like that for hours, in the cocoon we’d