Chapter 45

CHAPTER 45

“ W hat did you just say?” Jill asked, frowning in confusion.

“I’m letting you go, Angel,” Logan said, forcing the words out of his mouth that were going to fucking destroy him.

Her eyes narrowed on him as she murmured, “I see.”

“It’s for the best, Angel,” Logan said, moving to touch her face only to think better of it and dropped his hand back on the armrest.

“And the children?” Jill asked, looking thoughtful.

“They can go, too,” Logan said, swallowing hard as he forced himself to look away. “I’ll make sure that you have everything you need to take them safely to your family.”

“They’re marked, Logan,” she said, making his jaw clench painfully at the reminder of what Magnus did to them. “The Sentinels will send them away.”

They weren’t fucking touching his family.

“Then, I’ll send you to England. I have a house on the coast that I can set you and the children in until your house is built,” Logan said as he thought about the land that he’d bought for Elizabeth, but it wasn’t Elizabeth’s face that he saw when he pictured that land anymore.

It was his angel.

“I’ll make sure the house is big enough for you and the children and that you have everything you need,” Logan swore as he did his best not to think about just how fucking much it was going to hurt to let them go.

There was a pause before Jill asked, “On the land that you bought for Elizabeth?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll make sure that we have whatever we want?” Jill asked, watching him curiously.

“Yes,” Logan said, giving in to the urge to run his fingertips along her jaw.

“I see,” Jill said, slowly nodding before asking, “And what if all I want is you?”

“You already have me, Angel,” Logan whispered hoarsely.

“No, I don’t,” Jill said as her beautiful green eyes turned silver.

“Why do you say that?” Logan asked, running his fingertips along her jaw.

“Because you’re trying to send me away,” she said as he watched the first tear roll down her face.

“I don’t have a choice,” Logan said hollowly as he gently wiped away her tears.

“Why?” Jill asked as he slid his hand behind the back of her neck.

“Because I already tried to walk away and I couldn’t do it,” Logan admitted as he used his hold to pull her closer so that he could kiss her forehead.

“Stop trying to break my heart, Logan,” she pleaded softly.

“Is that what I’m doing?” he asked against her forehead as he closed his eyes and felt just how much this was hurting her.

“Yes,” Jill said, pulling away and-

Tore a groan from him when she brushed her lips against his.

“Tell me that you want me to leave,” Jill whispered against his lips.

“You’re not playing fair, Angel,” Logan said, unable to resist brushing his lips against hers.

“Was I supposed to?” Jill asked as she wrapped her arms around him as she moved closer and-

God, the fucking pleasure…

“Do you feel that?” Jill asked as she settled on his lap, causing his cock to harden as pleasure shot down the underside of his shaft, making it feel so fucking good.

“Yes,” Logan said, dropping his hands to her hips only to groan when she shifted to get more comfortable.

“What am I feeling now?” Jill asked, breaking off the kiss so that she could press her forehead against his.

“How much I like it when you touch me,” Logan said, licking his lips hungrily when she continued shifting on his lap.

“What else?” Jill asked, sounding breathless as she went from shifting to gently rolling her hips.

“I can’t think straight when you do that, Angel,” Logan admitted on a groan as his grip tightened around her hips.

“Do you want me to stop?” Jill asked on a moan as her head dropped back.

“God, no,” Logan said, pressing his lips against her throat as he used his hold to help her move, stroking the underside of his cock through his pants.

“Then, what do you want?” Jill asked as he released her hips so that he could slide his hands over her ass and-

“You.”

“What are you doing?” Jill found herself asking on a breathless moan as Logan carried her towards the door.

“Showing you,” Logan said, carrying her into the hallway as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

“And how are you planning on doing that?” Jill asked as they made their way down the long hallway.

“So impatient,” Logan said, chuckling as he kissed her forehead before he placed her down on her feet just outside the children’s bedroom. “Stay here,” he whispered before he quietly walked into their room while she stood there and-

“Kissy!”

-felt her lips twitch seconds before Logan came back into the hallway and picked her up.

“He’s very demanding,” Jill noted as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“He really is,” Logan said with a fond smile as he carried her down the hallway to her room.

“Are you going to tell me what you’re up to yet?” she asked when he quietly closed the door behind them.

“You don’t like surprises, do you?” Logan asked, kissing the tip of her nose as he bypassed the bed and headed towards her closet.

“I really don’t,” Jill admitted with a heartfelt sigh and a sad shake of her head.

“Too bad,” Logan said with a teasing smile as he placed her down on the thick mattress that she’d decked out in soft cotton sheets, an incredibly fluffy comforter, and an unhealthy number of pillows shoved against the wall. She watched him turn around and pull his shirt off the rest of the way before tossing it on the floor.

“How did you get that scar?” Jill asked as her gaze landed on the small, jagged scar on the back of his shoulder.

“The one on my shoulder?” Logan asked as he reached over and turned on the white Christmas lights that she’d strung up before pressing the button to close the metal shutters.

“The very one,” Jill said as she toed off her shoes before she moved the rest of the way up the mattress so that she could settle against the pillows while she watched him.

“By jumping off a cliff when I was a boy,” Logan drawled as he watched the black metal shutter roll the rest of the way before a small click sounded, letting them know that they were locked inside.

“You jumped off a cliff?” she asked, unable to help but frown.

“How else was I supposed to prove that it could be done?” Logan asked with a boyish grin as he turned around, making her lips twitch.

Nodding, she said, “That does sound reasonable.”

“My mother’s apple tarts were on the line, Angel,” Logan said with a forlorn sigh as though he really didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“That sounds dire,” Jill murmured, watching as he toed off his shoes.

Nodding solemnly, Logan said, “It was,” as he reached over and turned the light off, leaving Christmas lights to fill the large walk-in closet with soft light before he knelt down on the floor in front of her. “Kale bet me that I wouldn’t survive a jump from that height,” he said as he reached over and grabbed hold of her ankles.

“And you just had to prove him wrong,” Jill murmured absently, noting the easy-going smile on his face and couldn’t help but notice that this was the first time that he didn’t have that cold glimmer in his eye when he mentioned Kale.

“I did, Angel,” Logan said, nodding solemnly as he used his hold to pull her closer. “I really didn’t have a choice after he bet me the extra apple tart that my mother packed for us that it couldn’t be done.”

“What happened after you jumped?” Jill asked, watching as he took his time pulling her socks off.

“After he dragged me out of the lake and forced the water out of my lungs, he glared down at me while he devoured the apple tart,” Logan said, chuckling as he tossed her socks aside and wrapped his hands around her knees and pulled her even closer so that he was kneeling between her legs.

“I have a question,” Jill said, watching as he ran his hands down her thighs, making it really difficult to focus.

“What’s that, Angel?” Logan asked, watching as his hands slid over her hips before making their way to the button on her jeans.

“Why exactly did you feel the need to trap us inside here?” Jill asked as she watched him unsnap her jeans and reach for the zipper.

“I wanted to make this easier for you to finish testing our connection,” Logan said as he slowly pulled her zipper down, revealing the soft, white cotton panties that were a hundred times more comfortable than the bikini bottoms that she’d been forced to wear when she had her chain.

“I mean, for all you know, I could have lost interest during the time that it took to get here,” Jill pointed out even as she raised her hips to make it easier for him to pull her pants down.

“You could have,” Logan murmured as she watched him noticeably swallow when his gaze landed on her panties. If the look on his face didn’t tell her just how much he liked what he saw, the warmth spreading between her legs did.

“I get bored easily,” Jill managed to get out when he pulled her legs up so that he could pull her jeans off the rest of the way and tossed them aside, leaving her in her tee-shirt and panties.

“I have noticed that,” Logan said, releasing a shaky breath as he forced his gaze away and-

Made her lips twitch when he gestured for her to move over. Not really sure what he was doing, Jill pulled her legs back and shifted to the side only to watch Logan move past her and drop back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh. “Comfortable?” she asked, shifting so that she was facing him.

“Very,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

“What happens now?” Jill asked, surprised by just how easy it was to take his hand.

It had to be this connection, Jill told herself as she allowed him to pull her closer so that she was swinging one of her legs over his and sitting back on his thighs, but she knew that wasn’t true.

She’d always felt safe with him.

“That’s up to you.”