Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,18
cup on the edge of the pool.
“Maybe,” Macy said smugly and lifted the cup.
“For someone who doesn’t share very much, you expect me to know a lot,” he pointed out.
“And?” Pink lips pursed and blew before Macy sucked up a small sip.
Logan reached down and pulled at the leg of his board shorts. Macy’s lashes swept downward and Logan let out the breath he was holding.
His phone buzzed. Thank fuck, saved by the bell. Seeing Elijah’s number, he answered before it could ring again.
“All settled?” he asked.
“Yes. Where are you?” Elijah replied.
“I’m lying low near the Aberdeen area.” He glanced at Macy, their gazes locked and held.
“Is that Elijah?” Macy mouthed the words and Logan nodded.
“Did you make it to the hotel?” Logan asked his brother.
“Yeah. Jaxon said say the word and he’ll have the whole team there.”
“That’s not a bad idea, but have him stay put in Colorado for now. Tell him I’ll call him in the morning to go over a plan.”
“Okay, bro. Night.” Elijah rang off and Logan tucked the phone back in his pocket.
Macy swam to the shallow end and walked up and out of the pool by way of the steps. Snatching a towel, Macy ran it over his body as he walked toward him.
“What did Elijah say?”
“He’s safely at the hotel.”
Macy chewed on the inside of his cheek while wrapping the towel around his hair. Worry filled his blue eyes.
“Nothing can get them there.”
Macy walked over and picked up the coffee cup from the edge of the pool and drained it. Setting the cup on the small table, the young man snatched up his white cover up and walked out of the pool room.
Logan gave a frustrated sigh and stood. Getting Macy to trust him enough to share about what the hell was going on was taking more time than he’d thought it would.
Making his way over to the small counter, he rinsed Macy’s cup and tucked it away in the cupboard. He wiped down the counter before heading out of the pool area and back down the hallway.
He stopped outside of Macy’s bedroom door. “I’m making a snack. I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” he growled the order, his forehead to the wood.
Suddenly, the lock was flipped and he thought for a second Macy had locked the door, but it was the opposite.
The door was yanked open and Logan was hit with the decadent scent of sugar. He drew in a deep breath.
The willowy man had changed into a shear shirt that ended just below his belly button. The swim trunks were gone. Holy fucking hell, were those pink lace panties? A pink just a shade darker than Macy’s fingernails.
Damp hair hung free to the man’s waist. The whole picture was vision overload. Not only that, it was the man himself. It was the mysterious, tough, snarky, filled with attitude, take no shit, tilt to his chin, and the I’ll fuck you up look in his eyes that did it. Logan was hooked, line and sinker.
“Jesus Christ, you fucking slay me,” he said hoarsely.
Eyes widened and Macy licked at his lips and the jeans he was holding fell to the floor.
“I can’t stay away from you,” he added, his voice sounding gravelly.
Macy smiled and moved closer to curl slim arms up and around his neck and Logan reached down and cupped the man’s rounded ass and lifted.
Macy wrapped those long, muscled legs around his waist and Logan dipped his head. Taking a kiss from Macy’s lush, parted lips, he kicked the door closed before backing the man against the wall.
The kiss was hot, devouring, and he only came up for air when Macy wrenched his head back.
“Are you sure?” The man’s voice was breathless.
He groaned. “I should be asking you that.”
“Why? Because you think I’m some delicate little flower?”
Logan ran his mouth over Macy’s throat and muttered against the man’s skin, “No. I don’t want my ass kicked by misreading the signs.”
“Progress.” Macy gave a breathy laugh and fisted his fingers into his hair.
Tipping his head, Logan parted his lips and brushed them against Macy’s mouth, and when the man’s lips parted, he moved his tongue inside. Macy moaned, and Logan swallowed the sound, devouring Macy’s mouth. He grew lightheaded from lack of air, and Macy pulled away with a gasp, dragging in huge gulps of air. Pupils were blown in his wide, blue eyes.
Macy swallowed and lowered his legs and then feet to the floor.
Releasing his grip on those tight, delectable ass