Logan's Leap (16 page)

Chapter 14

Logan
and Jayna sat on the couch in the apartment. CJ was tucked away in his bassinet
and the monitor was turned on.

“What’s
wrong?” he asked her, noticing the sad look on her face. “You’re safe.”

“For
now,” she murmured. “He’ll find a way to get off.”

“Sleeping
Beauty, he's being charged with assault in Nevada, conspiracy to commit murder
and God knows what else here. He’ll be going to prison."

A
single tear slid down her cheek. “It won’t be long enough. He’ll be
back…someday. It’s a revenge thing now.”

Logan
took her into his arms and held her while she cried. Truthfully he didn’t know
how long Reginald would be away, with all of his money and contacts. Hopefully
it would be long enough.”

Logan
heard a ringing coming from the diaper bag and Jayna pulled away. “Go ahead and
answer that,” she said. "I’m okay.”

It
was Jayna’s old phone, which Andrew had returned to them. The number on caller
ID was from Nevada.

“Hello,”
he answered warily.

“Yes
sir. This is Pierce Sanders I’m looking to speak with Miss Jayna McIntyre.”

“I
don’t know if that’s a good idea sir, after what your son put her through. It
might be best if you cease contact with her.”

The
line was static for a moment then cleared. “Mr. Harper, I’m assuming that is to
whom I’m talking. I do not wish to cause Jayna any more trouble. I’m just
wanting to apologize on behalf of our family.”

“I
can pass the message along,” he said tightly.

Jayna
motioned for him to hand the phone to her. “I’ll talk to him.”

Logan
put the phone on speaker. “Go ahead Mr. Sanders. She can hear you.”

“Jayna
dear,” he said, his voice shaky. “I just want to say how very sorry I am for
what my idiot son did. I thought being stuck in the middle of nowhere Alaska
would turn him around. I was wrong. I finally believe that my youngest child is
seriously disturbed."

“Thank
you, Pierce,” she said softly. She didn’t know what else to say.

“Jayna
dear, I also want to reassure you that you never have to fear my son again.”

“How
can you know?” she nearly whispered.

Pierce
chuckled. “It seems my son has done some very bad things over the years. He
will be going away for a very long time. And if he survives the first year of
being Bruno’s bitch and gets out someday, I will personally make sure he never
touches you or that baby.  After all, you’re family.”

“Thank
you, Pierce,” she said through tears.

“You’re
welcome Jayna. I can only hope that someday you will let me and Roberta see
your son.”

“He's
your grandchild,” she murmured. “Thank you again.”

The
phone line went dead and Logan put it on the end table. “How do you know he’s
telling the truth?”

“He’s
an old school criminal, Logan. Family means something, and now because of CJ,
I’m his family.”

Logan
looked at her warily. “It feels like I’m in the middle of a mob movie.”

Jayna
laughed. “It’s not the mob, Logan. They're just old fashioned thugs, but they keep
their word whether it's that he’s going to kill you or kiss you. Now that
Reggie has proven that he is no longer worthy, he’s no longer protecting him. I
truly am safe.”

“It
must feel good,” he smiled.

“It
does,” she squealed, throwing her arms around him. "I never thought he’d
reject Reggie. He never seemed to care how his son treated me, but I guess he
went too far by putting CJ in danger. This is the miracle I needed.”

Logan
pulled back and looked away from her. “I guess that means you’ll be leaving
here soon. Are you going to Nevada to be close to Deb?”

“I…I
hadn’t really thought about it,” she stammered. “But I guess that is probably
best.”

“Yeah,”
he sighed, standing up. Suddenly he didn’t feel so joyous anymore. Jayna and CJ
would be leaving. At least he would know where they were going and could see
them when he went to Vegas for a visit with his aunt, uncle and cousins. Hell,
the next time he saw CJ, he could possibly be walking. “I think I’m going to
bed. It’s been one fucked up day and I want it over with.”

“Okay,”
Jayna said quietly, sensing his sudden shift in mood. How in the hell could she
leave the man she’d come to love? But she really needed to start over near Deb.
At one point, they had been each other’s only family and she knew that was
something Logan could never be. “I’ll be in soon.”

**********

Logan
had been fast asleep when Jayna went into the bedroom, and when she woke up for
CJ’s first feeding he was gone. CJ fed briefly on both sides then fell back to
sleep. She put him in the bassinet and grabbed the baby monitor. She’d lived in
fear for so long that she needed to find Logan and make sure he was okay.

Walking
into the living room, she saw him lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“Are
you okay?”

He
looked over at her. “Yeah, I was afraid I would interrupt your sleep because I
was so restless, so I came out here. Are
you
okay?”

“Yeah,
I was just up feeding the baby.”

“Come
here,” he said, scooting over on the oversized couch. “Come lie down with me.”

Jayna
joined him and he wrapped his arms around her. “I think I’m going to miss
having you here,” he said.

“No,
you’ll miss CJ.”

“No.
He can’t do this,” he said, pressing his lips against hers. Their kiss was
sweet, slow and exploratory. When they pulled apart, nothing was said for a few
tense moments. Staring at the ceiling, Jayna finally managed to find her voice
and ask the question that had been weighing heavily on her mind. “Logan, will you
come see CJ sometimes?”

“I’d
like that,” he said, “I want to see him whenever I can.”

“You
technically are his father, but I don’t want you to feel forced…”

“It’s
okay Jayna. I love your son. I actually let myself get attached to another
human being, so I will make time for him whenever I can.”

Jayna’s
heart swelled with joy. Logan may not love her, but he would stay a part of her
life because of CJ and her son would definitely benefit from that. “Thank you,”
she whispered.

“You’re
welcome,” he whispered back as his hand slid under the edge of her tank top to
caress her supple skin.

Jayna’s
breath caught and he moved his hand higher, teasing the bottom of her breast
with his fingertips. “I’m always afraid to touch you here.”

“Don’t
be,” she whispered arching her back to encourage him. “Please don’t be.”

Logan
moved her shirt up over her breasts and placed gentle kisses in the valley
between. His hand roamed gently over one swollen mound running his fingers to
rest on the nipple. It puckered immediately. “So sensitive,” he moaned as his
mouth took over for his fingers. “So sweet too.” He pulled back and let his
fingers go to work on the other breast.

“You
don’t have to worry Logan. The milk won’t come rushing out. It actually takes a
lot of pressure and finesse to get it out.”

“If
you say so,” he proclaimed before his lips wrapped around her nipple. He
suckled, tugged and bit down gently causing her to gasp and squirm beneath him.
His hand slipped under the waistband of her bottoms and came to rest on silk
and lace. It moved in slow circles over the flimsy barrier that was blocking
her most intense pleasure.

Jayna’s
hips swayed under his touch, increasing her pleasure. “Touch me Logan, please.
Really touch me.”

His
hand quickly slipped beneath her panties, his fingers immediately finding the
treasure they sought. “Oh!” she cried. “Yes!” Her hips raised, pressing against
his hand.

“I
wish I could…” Logan whispered desperately. His fingers moved down to tease the
outside of her folds.

“You
can!” she moaned. “With your fingers only. Please.”

Logan
looked in her eyes and smiled. “Tell me if I hurt you.” He slid first one
finger inside, no longer having to wonder how hot and wet she would feel to him.
Gently moving his finer in and out, he watched her face and when he didn’t see
any signs of pain, a second finger joined the first. Jayna’s eyes closed and a
smile appeared on her face. He worked his fingers in and out as his thumb
teased his treasure once again.

The
beauty of her soul shining in her face as he plied her body with pleasure
nearly shattered his heart – or was it the ice around his heart. The cold hard
barrier that had formed sixteen years ago on the porch of his family’s hunting
cabin.

“Logan,”
she sighed. “Oh Logan.” A shudder claimed her body and her muscles clenched
tight around his fingers. He saw tears slip from her eyes and down the sides of
her face.

“Jesus!
Did I hurt you?” he asked, taking her into his arms.

“I’m
not hurt,” Jayna chuckled. “I’m happy, shocked and surprised.”

Logan
relaxed next to her. “Why? You scared me half to death."

“I…I
don’t want to tell you.” She blushed and looked away.

“You’re
embarrassed,” he teased. “Now you have to tell me.”

“Oh
no, I’d rather do this,” she said, reaching for his waistband. Just as her hand
slipped beneath, his fingers grasped her wrist and held it still. “Huh uh, not
until you tell me."

“Brat!”
she said, trying to slip her other hand beneath the band. Logan laughed and
flipped her to where she was lying underneath him. “Tell me and I’ll let you do
whatever you want to me. I can’t believe we’d have any secrets by now.”

“Not
fair,” she whispered, looking at him with an exaggerated pout.

“Please,”
he murmured, kissing the side of her face. “Tell me.” His lips came down on
hers gently, his tongue teasing her lips until they parted and invited him
inside. When he pulled back, their eyes met and he knew he’d won.

“What
you just did for me, to me…” She looked away from him and he brought her back,
his hand cupping her face. “No one has ever…I’m the only one who…”

“I’m
the only one who had ever made you lose control?”

“Yeah,”
she smiled, her embarrassment vanishing. “It was always up to me before. If I
wanted to come, I had to do it myself.”

“Did
anyone else even try?” he asked, incredulous.

“He
could never get it quite right," she murmured. “Now is it my turn?” Her
hands moved between them and worked down to his waistband again.

“If
you must,” he teased, lifting himself off of her to settle back onto his side
of the couch then rolled onto his back. “Have your way with me, you beautiful
wench.”

“Wench,
huh?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “Remember my teeth are going to be very
close to your dangly bits.”

Logan’s
laugh rang through the apartment but stopped abruptly when she released him
from his shorts and took him into her mouth in one smooth gesture. “I trust
you,” he gasped as her mouth moved over him and her throat constricted around
the head. “Holy…”

Jayna
ran her fingers along the length of him as her mouth set him free only to move
back down as she took him back into her throat.

Logan’s
hands grasped the arm of the couch above his head as Jayna continued to capture
and release him. Finally, she stopped and concentrated on the head, running her
tongue, again and again, around the rim and over the top.  When the muscles in
his thighs began to tense, she touched her teeth just above the sensitive rim
and moved slowly upwards, grazing him. He gasped and lost control as her mouth
closed around him one last time.

**********

Logan
and Jayna laid there on the couch holding each other for a long time. Words
didn’t seem to be necessary to express what they were feeling after their time
together – joy, fear, and sadness enveloped them.

Logan
scooted around her and stood. “Come on, let’s get your back to bed. My mother
demanded my presence at nine a.m. to explain what's going on. I was hoping you
and CJ would want to come. She might relax a bit if she can hold a cute baby.”

Jayna
smiled and grasped the hand he held out to her. “We’d love to come. I really
liked your mom the one time I met her."

“We’re
both talking about Evelyn Harper, right? Red hair, loud, absolutely crazy…” he
said ushering her into the bedroom.

“From
the sounds of it, I’d be crazy if I had to raise you and your brothers too.”

“Hey,”
he whispered loudly, pulling her into his arms. “Not me, just my brothers.
I
was an angel.”

Jayna
leaned in to Logan’s chest to stifle her laughter so she wouldn’t wake CJ. When
she pulled back, his eyes were shining with mischief. “I can hardly imagine you
ever being an angel."