To Make You Feel My Love (13 page)

“No, I spent hours listening to Dusty moan and groan, and then when I couldn’t reach you, I sure as hell couldn’t go to sleep.”

“Are we okay?” she asked softly. “I don’t want to spend what little time we have together fighting Logan.”

“I think we’re fine. Let’s get you home.” Kissing the tip of her nose and tapping it, he turned to start the truck and left the parking lot to head back to the hotel.

Laying her head on his shoulder, Alana wrapped her hands around his strong arm and snuggled close. The sun was starting to come up, the orange and yellow colors were spectacular. She felt happy and content for the first time that she could remember. That was the last thing she thought of before she dozed off on the drive to the hotel.

“Hey, angel, wake up,” Logan gently kissed Alana’s forehead. “We’re home sleepy head.”

“Mmmm,” she stretched her arms over her head. “That was fast,” she smiled. Something in her stirred at hearing him say ‘home’. If only they could share that one day.

He unhooked her seatbelt, slid her out of the truck, and helped her down. He let her body slide down the front of his before her feet hit the ground. Wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly before he let her go, he whispered “God, you feel good in my arms.”

She leaned into his body and let him support her as they walked to her tiny apartment. Always the strong one, never needing anyone to lean on, she thought this felt nice for a change. Surrounded by his warm embrace, she felt safe. Should she trust in a false sense of security? He was leaving after all, and as much as she didn’t want this to be a quick fling, she was certain that’s what it would be.

“Let me run in my room and grab some fresh clothes,” he said, steering them in the direction of his and Dusty’s room. “I’ll just be a second, besides, I need to check on dumbass and make sure he hasn’t done anything stupid.”

“Like what?” she creased her brow.

“You never know with Dusty,” he chuckled.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

As they entered the hotel room, Alana heard an unfamiliar woman’s voice. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Becky was on her way, and she didn’t want her friend to be hurt seeing Dusty in the arms of another woman.

Dusty and a beautiful blonde in blue jean cut-offs were standing on the balcony. She had platinum blonde hair, tanned skin, and a voluptuous body. Dusty had his arms around her shoulders hugging her, with his eyes closed and laughing at something she had apparently said. Alana gasped and stopped dead in her tracks causing Logan to bump in to her.

“Well he worked fast, didn’t he?” she said through clenched teeth.

It took Logan a few minutes to realize what she was talking about. Seeing the same picture she did through the open sliding glass doors, he laughed out loud.

“What the hell is so funny?” she glared, jerking her hand out of his. “Becky is going to beat
his and her
ass if she sees this.”

“Honey, that’s Dusty’s younger sister, Shelby Lynn. He called her last night after you and Becky left. They’re really close. I guess she felt he needed her.”

“Dusty has a sister?” she asked, shocked.

“Yep”

“I don’t know why that surprises me,” she said shaking her head, “She’s beautiful.”

“She works hard to look that way, trust me.” He reached back for her hand and squeezed it. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

“
Oh. My. God
. Logan Montgomery, you sexy beast,” she said with the thickest southern drawl Alana had ever heard as they walked out on the balcony. “Come here you sexy thang,” she eyed Logan up and down before approaching him and wrapping her arms around his waist, completing ignoring Alana.

“Damn, boy, but what the army’s done for you. Woo-wee, you always look like sex on a stick.”

Logan removed her arms from around his waist and took a step back. “Shelby Lynn, good to see you too. I’d like you to meet Alana Hatfield.” That’s all he said as to an introduction, no details about who she was. Suddenly hurt by the omission, she reached to shake Shelby Lynn’s hand, thinking back to yesterday when she introduced Logan as a friend to Matt.

“Nice to meet’cha hon’,” she said cheerfully, never taking her eyes off Logan. “Logan, I’ll never forget the night before you left for boot camp” she asked, holding her hand over her mouth while she tried to control her laugh.

He cleared his throat, and shook his head, “Shelby Lynn, that was a long time ago.”

“Yeah, you’re right, but it’s a night I’ll never forget,” she winked.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to be heading home,” Alana said, turning around to leave. “It was nice to meet you Shelby.” She called over her shoulder, avoiding eye contact with Logan.

“Hey, where’s that friend of yours?” Dusty called.

“She’s on her way here,” she waved as she exited through the glass doors.

She heard Dusty asking why Becky was coming to see him as she quickly made her way to the front doors. She could feel Logan on her heels.

“Hey, wait a minute,” he grabbed her elbow. “I still have to get my clothes.”

She turned around to meet his eyes, jerking loose from his hold.

“What is wrong with you?” he asked incredulously.

“
Nothing
!” she ground out.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” he said, running his hand through his hair. “What did I do?”

“Absolutely nothing.” She drew out each syllable.

Logan rubbed his hands quickly up and down his face. “Alana, I can’t read your mind. If you don’t tell me what I did, how will I know not to do it again?”

“You do whatever you want to do. It’s not like any of this will matter in a week any way.” She regretted the words as soon as she saw the hurt in Logan’s eyes.

“Wow,” he said, stepping back from her. It would have hurt less if she had slapped him across the face.

“Dammit, Logan, don’t you see how volatile this is between us? We have a bi-polar relationship,” she threw her arms up in the air, and then slapped her hips.

He took two steps closer to her, grabbing her by the nape of the neck, and pulling her ear in close to the heat of his mouth.

“It’s called communication, Alana, you should try it sometime.” His breath became ragged, his chest heaving powerfully as he breathed onto her skin. Suddenly he couldn’t control himself, he grabbed her long hair back quickly, exposing her mouth for him to assault. She tried pushing him away, striking his chest and trying to remove his hands. He didn’t stop until she relinquished herself to him. Through her eyelashes, she looked up to meet his scorching eyes.

Someone cleared their throat, and they both turned to see Dusty standing in the doorway of the sliding glass door.

“Y’all about done?”

“Not by a long shot, bud,” Logan grabbed Alana’s hand, jerked a drawer open grabbing a clean pair of boxer briefs and jeans, and jerked a shirt off a hanger on the way out the door.

“We’ll finish this at your place,” he said, dragging her down the walkway.

“I am finished,” she said stubbornly.

“Oh, not hardly,” he said, not breaking stride until they reached her door. “Give me the key,” he held out his hand.

“No.”

“Alana, give me the damn key,” he said very sternly.

“Just move, I’ll open the door.” She shoved past him.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

As the door flew open, she tried to slam it before he made his way inside, but he was too fast. He shoved the door shut behind him with a powerful kick of his foot. Grabbing her by the upper arms, “Damn stubborn woman,” he groused before attacking her mouth again. She managed to get away from him running toward her bedroom. Bursting through her bedroom door, he tackled her on her bed. “Stop fighting me!” he barked.

“GET OUT!” she screamed. “Just leave me alone.” She fought him with everything in her. Kicking and clawing at his body. He grabbed both her hands and held them in his strong one above her head.

“Please stop fighting me. Tell me what I did so I can fix this.” He kissed her neck, by her ear, down her collarbone. He used his free hand to fondle her breasts through her clothes, continuing to beg her to stop fighting him. When she finally calmed down, he could feel the fight leave her body.

He grabbed her chin, making her look at him, “Please tell me what I did to deserve this?” he asked pleadingly.

“Have you fucked her?” she asked. She knew it sounded petty and jealous, but she couldn’t help it, she needed to know. All these feelings were so new to her. Where were they coming from?

“Who? Shelby Lynn?”

“You know who,” she seethed.

“Is that’s what’s bothering you?” he released his hold on her hands and sat up on the side of the bed.

“I just want to know.”

“No, I’ve never
fucked
her. God, Alana,” he stood up, pacing the room. “She’s my best friend’s little sister. He would kill me for even thinking of it.”

“So, what happened the night before you left for boot camp?”

He stopped pacing and looked at her. “I got drunk and she came on to me. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. But,” he sat back down on the bed, “I let it go further than it should have that time, I kissed her before coming to my senses and telling her to go home.”

“And nothing else?”

“No, nothing else. I told Dusty what happened, immediately. You don’t understand how protective he is of that girl.” He sat back down on the bed beside her. “Probably because she’s always tried to be as wild as he was,
is
.”

“How did he take it?”

“He was pissed at both of us, but mostly at her. He knew she caught me off guard and drunk. He told me if it ever happened again all the friendship in the world wouldn’t save my sorry ass.”

“But she still carries a thing for you. I saw it in her eyes.”

“She’s always had a crush, I suppose.”

“Logan, it’s more than a crush,” she said, finally touching his arm. “And, you have never had feelings for her?”

“No, never,” he looked offended at the question. “I told you, she’s my best friend’s baby sister, that’s it. I’ve never looked at her any other way.”

“So, why did you introduce me the way you did?”

“What way?” he said, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

“You didn’t tell her about us, you didn’t even introduce me as your friend.”

“Alana, how did you want me to introduce you? We are far more then friends, that’s obvious.”

“I don’t know? What am I to you?” she couldn’t believe the words had slipped out so easily. Did she really want to know?

“Alana, I’d like for us to be more than this, more than a vacation romance, but I don’t know where your head is, and you won’t talk to me to let me know.”

“How is that possible, Logan?” she flopped her head back on the bed. “You leave in less than a week. You have no idea where you’re going, or when you’ll be back. It seems impossible.”

“Well, until that happens, I’m not letting you out of my sight. I want to spend every second,” he kissed her nose, “of every minute,” he kissed each cheek, “of every day with you,” finally, kissing her lips. The sweetest kiss she had ever felt. “
And
, until we figure this out, you are my
girlfriend
. I don’t care if you like the title or not.” He stood, pulling her to her feet. “Maybe frat boy will leave you alone once he hears the news. You are planning on telling him, aren’t you?”

“If I see him again,” she shrugged. “I don’t plan on just calling him up. I don’t think that’s such a good idea, do you?”

“Uh, no, but if you see or hear from him again, I want him to know, you are
off
the market.”

* * * * * * * *

Logan turned on the shower to let the water warm while Alana grabbed towels. She was bent over getting the towels from under a cabinet, still wearing the tight black mini-skirt she had worn last night, and it barely covered her as she bent over. His cock immediately went hard. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself to the hilt inside her. A deep guttural growl escaped from him as he grabbed her by the hips and ground himself against her backside.

“God, you are so hot, so beautiful.” He unzipped her corset top, moved the straps off her shoulders and let it hit the floor. Bending down, he took first one nipple then the other in to his mouth, swirling his tongue around each one until they beaded for him. Alana whimpered as she ran both hands through his short hair. Slowly, he unbuttoned her skirt letting it slide down her legs by her feet, leaving nothing but her black lacy thong exposed. Going down on both knees, he removed the small scrap of material, grazing his hands down each leg as he went, kissing her bare skin. He grabbed her backside, pulling her closer to his face, inhaling her scent deeply. “Mmm, suckle,” he breathed.

Her breath hitched as he spread her folds open with both thumbs and ran his coarse tongue over her clit. Her legs weakened and she was glad he was holding her up. Lapping at her, sucking hard on her bud, he inserted a finger, hitting that special spot inside her, the friction feeling exquisite.
“Logan,” she said in a pained whisper.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes, oh God yes!” she cried.

Continuing his assail on her, he added an additional finger, filling her with the pressure she so desired. He thrust in and out of her, nibbling at her clit relentlessly with his talented tongue. She felt her orgasm building within her, and her breaths became hard and fast. Throwing her head back, she came with a scream that resembled his name.

Rising back to his feet, Logan pulled her into his embrace, kissing her like he needed it more than his next breath. Tasting her own saltiness on his lips fed her hunger for him. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, he bent slightly to allow her to pull it over his head. She unbuckled his belt and popped the button to his jeans, pushing them down over his hips. His rock hard erection leapt out as she pulled his boxer briefs down giving her access to stroke him. Taking her hands in his before she had a chance to touch him, he kissed the inside of her wrist, picked her up and stepped in the small shower with her. She looked at him confused, but he just smiled.

The water was beating down on his back, shielding her from the spray. “I want to feel you in my mouth, Logan, I need it.” Dropping to her knees she stroked his long, thick shaft, taking only the head into her mouth. A fire flamed in his eyes as she took him deeper into the back of her throat. Grabbing the sides of her head with both hands, he began pumping his hips, pushing his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

“Oh Jesus, Alana, don’t stop,” arching his back and pulling her head closer, sending his cock to the back of her throat. “Do you like having my cock in your mouth?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, sending vibrations through his body. Cupping her hands around his balls with one hand, she pumped his shaft with the other. Seeing her on her knees, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft was almost enough to get him off, but when she looked up at him through her thick eyelashes and took him to the back of her throat one last time, he knew he was done for.

“Alana, I’m going to come,” he pulled her head back, his purple head leaving her mouth with a popping sound. She didn’t let go of his shaft, pumping it up and down, rubbing it between her breasts until she felt the warm sensation of his come spraying on her chest.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned, watching his come running between her perfectly round globes and down her abdomen. She squeezed her breasts together, rubbing his semen into her skin like lotion. It was a sight to behold.

Pulling her up the length of his body, he wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed her softly on the mouth. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met,” he said quietly.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself, Sergeant,” she smiled.

Gently, he washed her body. Squirting her coconut smelling shampoo into his palm, and massaging it into her hair, he washed then rinsed it under the spray. When they were finished, he dried her, and tenderly wrapped her in a soft towel. It was the most amazing feeling, having someone tend to her needs in such a sweet way. Being a nurse, she always tended to everyone else, but he made her feel special.

Pulling the comforter back on the bed Alana crawled under and felt the bed dip as Logan climb in bed next to her. He pulled her close to his body, still damp from the shower. The smell of fresh soap and his masculine scent cocooned her as she fell asleep wrapped in his arms.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Dusty said, slamming the tail gate of his Chevy pickup truck. Coolers were packed with beer and drinks on ice, and loaded on the back of the truck. Alana had gathered some extra quilts to take since it was a chilly night, throwing them in the back of the truck as well.

“Oh, stop your belly aching, it’s not even dark yet.” Becky smirked, quickly smacking him with a kiss on the lips and a slap on the behind. Rolling her eyes at Alana, she said “
Men
!”

Alana laughed as Logan came up behind her wrapping his hands around her waist and squeezing tightly.

“What about us,
men
?” he said, raising his eyebrow.

“They get all antsy and shit and act like we’re the ones causing drama,” Becky quipped back.

“Y’all
do
cause the drama!” Dusty laughed, “Now hop that fine ass on up in the truck,” he said, grabbing her by the waist, swinging her around to face the front of the truck.

“Whatever. Acting like a caveman is drama free I guess?” Becky huffed, swatting his hands away.

“Ah, you love it when I go all caveman,” Dusty chuckled, nuzzling her neck.

“God. Are we going or what?” Logan groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Kiss my ass, Logan!” Becky snapped.

“His lips better be nowhere near your ass, sweet cheeks’” Dusty barked, smacking her bottom.

“You got that right,” Alana said, laughing.

“Is Shelby Lynn coming?” Alana asked.

“Nah, she wanted to sit by the pool and get some sun she said. I told her sun better be all she’s getting while I’m gone.”

“She is a grown woman, you do realize that don’t you, shug?” Becky said.

“She’s my baby sister first
and
foremost. I’d hate to have to whip somebody’s ass.”