Free LOGAN (BAD BOY BIKER ROMANCE) by Kyle Jacobs

said, "He's a spy!" Logan shut the door, and watched the van pull away down the street.
     
    Silver Hounds. He had to know if there was more there.
     
    His personal cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number, but answered anyways.
     
    "Hey, you," came a soft voice. "It's Oliver."
     
    "What a coincidence," Logan said, mildly surprised.
     
    "Why is that?"
     
    "Because I was just talking about you."
     
    "Really?" Oliver said, surprised. "With who?"
     
    Was that worry in his voice? He couldn't tell. "With drunk people," he said.
     
    Oliver laughed. A wonderful easy sound.
     
    I could get use to that sound, Logan thought. Then he shook his head. First, he needed answers. And he hoped Oliver was willing to give them because he was not in any mood for evasiveness.
     
    Oliver said, "I saw you at Hot Rocks. I wanted to say hi but you seemed-"
     
    Logan cut him off. "I need to see you," he said. "I'm coming over."
     

 
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
    Oliver
     
     
     
    Oliver hung up, both thrilled to know Logan was coming over, but perplexed at his tone.
     
    Was he angry? Oliver couldn't really tell as they didn't even really speak. And he didn't know him well enough to gauge his manner.
     
    Still, he was coming over. That, at least, was a good thing.
     
    Quickly, he cleaned up his motel room. Then he got down to cleaning himself up. Thankfully, most of that work was done when he had gotten ready to go to Hot Rocks earlier.
     
    As he checked his hair he had a sudden thought. Could Logan have found out he made out with Ryder? Was that the reason for his odd tone?
     
    If he was honest with himself he would say no, it wasn't. These guys are used to having lots of boy toys. They also usually didn't give a damn who those guys hooked up with on their off hours.
     
    Usually.
     
    If that was the case he would tell him the truth. No more lies. Regardless of what it was. He was bound and determined to start out fresh and without creating any problems for himself here.
     
    And he wasn't going to start with the man he fully intended to make his own.
     
    There was a firm knock on the door.
     
    Heart pounding, Oliver answered it.
     
    Logan stood before him. He was tall, wearing a black leather jacket over a grey t-shirt. His eyes regarded him with warmth, for which he was relieved. But there was something to his expression. He was in business mode.
     
    "Hey," Logan said. He walked in without waiting.
     
    "Hey, yourself," Oliver said, closing the door. He couldn't decide if he should be throwing himself at him, or fleeing down the street.
     
    Logan stood in the middle of the motel room, as if unsure of what to do with himself.
     
    "Beer?" Oliver asked, trying to help him decide.
     
    "Yeah, that would be great," he said. He removed his jacket and threw it across a chair.
     
    As Oliver passed him toward the mini-fridge he smelled his cologne, his faint musk. He very much smelled like a man. And this turned him own more than he expected.
     
    "So, you sounded... I dunno. Strange on the phone," Oliver said as he grabbed two beers. He handed one to him as Logan sat on the edge of the bed.
     
    Not quite knowing what the situation was, Oliver sat on the chair instead of beside him, like he wanted.
     
    Logan took a swig of the beer. He looked frustrated. But at what Oliver didn't have a clue.
     
    "Yeah," Logan said at last. "It's been a trying day."
     
    "One of those days, huh?" Oliver said. "Those days really suck."
     
    He nodded, and for the first time smiled at him. Oliver's heart melted at such a beautiful sight.
     
    Oliver took a timid sip of his beer, then worked up the courage to ask, "Want to talk about it?"
     
    Logan regarded him, as if sizing up his words. "Nah, its all business really. Nothing to worry about."
     
    "That's cool. I understand," Oliver said.
     
    Logan went quiet again. Oliver grew more worried. What was going on?
     
    He gave up and decided to just come clean. New beginnings and all. "Look," he