Chapter 29

I nodded, smiling as I unlocked the hood. But Logan picked it up for me before I could even reach for it. I laughed. "I can get it."
He shook his head. "I don't think so," he said, adjusting it to his other hand so he could place his hand on the small of my back.
It felt so different than when Craig had done the same thing. With Craig, it had felt too intimate. But with Logan, it was natural.
He opened the door and I walked in.
"Yeah! I thought you were leaving?" Lathe said as a broad smile spread across his face.
I smiled. "Why? You want me to go?"
He laughed. "No way! You just got here!" Then, his eyes traveled over to my guitar that Logan had just set down beside the couch. "Good! Grab your guitar and join us!"
All of the guys laughed, saying the same thing, cheering me on to play with them, but I shook my head. "That's okay. I'll listen to you guys for a while."
"Chicken shit," Mason mumbled under his breath, then he did a drum roll and topped it off with the high hat as he smiled at me.
"I'm chicken shit?" I teased. "Who almost didn't go to the studio?"
Mason laughed. "Now, that was all Logan. But it worked out, anyway. Thanks to you."
I smiled. "No. You guys earned it."
Kyle's fingers flew over the neck of his bass in a run. "Y I wish you were coming with us, though."
"Thanks, but you never know," I said. "Maybe we'll run into each other while we're out on the road. You'll have to let me know your tour schedule when you have it."
He shrugged. "Yeah. Maybe." His fingers flew over the neck of his guitar again. "Well? Are we going to jam or what?"
Logan laughed as everyone took their places, then he looked over at me. "Are you sure you don't want to play with us?"
I smiled, thinking obscene thoughts about Logan as I smiled. "No. Maybe later."
He caught my double meaning and laughed. He nodded to Kyle.
"One, two, three, four!" Kyle yelled as he hit his sticks together.
Logan immediately launched into a rift, the band tight. They were probably one of the best bands that I'd heard in real life. And here they were right here in front of me. A second later, Logan bellowed out one of their originals, a rocking jam with country overtones-very modern. Logan's band had a gift. They were somewhere between modern country and rock, who could easily cross over from one genre to the next. I was sure that they could play with just about anyone and in any style. A few minutes later, their song came to an end.
I clapped my approval. "That was awesome!"
Logan looked over at me and smiled.
I returned the smile as they launched into another song. I was enjoying listening to them, but was about ready to fall asleep on their couch.
"So, are you ready to jam with us?" Logan asked between songs, kneeling down in front of me.
I shook my head, smiling. "I guess I'm a bit of a lightweight. I've been up late the last few nights and I think it's taking its toll on me. I think I'd better go home." Then, I kissed him lightly on the nose. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
Logan's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I hope so, since you'll still be here."
Without warning, he swung me into his arms and carried me down the hallway.
"Subtle. Real subtle," Lathe said to Logan. "Night, Allie!"
I waved over Logan's shoulder, smiling, as the guys waved and laughed, and then went back to practicing, as if Logan carrying me down the hallway was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Get the door," he said, leaning down so I could reach the doorknob.
"What the hell are you doing, Logan?" I asked as I fumbled to open his bedroom door.
Logan shrugged. "Well, you said that you were tired "
I nodded. "I guess I did. But, somehow, this wasn't what I had in mind."
He froze. "Would you rather go back to your house?"
"I didn't say that "
"Well, good!" he said just as I opened the door. He pushed through the rest of the way and then plopped me onto his huge king-sized bed.
I laughed, suddenly wide awake, as I scooted to the middle of the bed and curled my feet up under me.
"Want to spend the night?" he asked seductively as he crawled toward me across the bed, and then pounced, rolling me over as I laughed.
"Do I have a choice?" I asked, as I lay under him.
He smiled, pretending to think about it, then rolled me over so that I was on top of him. "No. I don't think so."
I laughed. "I didn't think so."
Then, his lips met mine, tenderly at first, and then filled with so much passion that it sent tingles throughout my body. I parted my lips and his tongue danced with mine. My lips moved with his as passion filled us both, until he pulled back.
"Let me get you ready for bed."
I smiled. "But I didn't bring anything."
"Well, sleeping in the raw wouldn't bother me."
I laughed. "Somehow, I didn't think so."
He laughed as he jumped off the bed and headed toward the mirrored doors of his closet. He slid them open and rummaged through a bit until he erupted with one of his T-shirts. "Here. You can put this on, but I like the idea of you sleeping in the raw. I promise not to complain."
I laughed. "Somehow, I didn't think you would." He smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "But if you want, I can drive you home."
I smiled. "I can drive myself, but you can come with me."
"Nope. You're too tired to drive," he teased.
I laughed. "I live in the same complex!"
He smiled, pursing his lips as he shook his head. "Too far to drive. Don't you know that most accidents happen near your home?"
I chuckled. "You're too funny," I said, holding up the T-shirt. It said Westward, written sideways across the shirt. "Did you make this yourself?"
He grinned. "It's amazing what you can do with a can of spray paint."
I laughed.
"No. Kyle ordered them a while back."
"I'll have to find out where he got them and get me some. But, actually, I like the spray paint idea."
He laughed. "Actually, it might be a selling point if people knew that you made them yourself."
I laughed. "Yeah, right."
He slid off the bed and I already missed him. "I'll give you some privacy to change, and I'll be right back," he said as he headed out the door.
I yawned as I fought to keep my eyes open. I was glad that Logan wasn't there to see. My body was fighting to stay awake. I slipped out of my jeans, leaving on my panties, and slid off my shirt and bra. Then, I slipped into his band T-shirt and raised it to my nose. His scent still lingered in the fabric.
I looked over at Logan's bed, and the down comforter looked very inviting. I knew that I would be out as soon as my head hit the pillow. But fatigue got the best of me, so I straightened the dark gray comforter and slipped under it. As my head settled down onto the pillows, I inhaled his masculine scent, content.
There was a slight knock on the door. A moment later, Logan came into the room and turned out the overhead light, leaving only the side table lamp on. Then, he slipped off his jeans and T-shirt, leaving on his boxers. He slid under the comforter behind me, wrapping his arms around me as his hard cock came to rest behind me.
I snuggled against him, and he wrapped his arms around me as I started to drift off.
"I love you, Allie," he whispered into my ear, probably thinking that I was asleep.
"I love you, too, Logan," I breathed, and felt him smile into my hair.
As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that it was true. Even though I had no idea where our lives or careers would take us, I knew that I would never forget that moment as I drifted off to sleep, safe in Logan's arms.