Free LOGAN (BAD BOY BIKER ROMANCE) by Kyle Jacobs Page B

years too long, to be honest. The whole time we were together I just wanted to leave. But I didn't have many options. Plus, I got use to that life, being his property. I guess I was just scared to try and make a change."
     
    "What made you finally leave?"
     
    "His obsessiveness. He actually beat a man to death over me. A Hang Around for the Hounds. This guys was sweet and all, but I guess he made Gavin jealous. Every man who talked to me made him jealous. Anyways, after I found out Gavin had killed him I decided to get out. Get out before I was the one he would beat to death next."
     
    Oliver caught himself starting to cry. After a long moment, Logan put his arm around his shoulder.
     
    "Sorry to push you for all this," Logan said. "But I'm in a situation now where I have to be sure." He kissed his forehead.
     
    "It's okay," Oliver said between sniffles. "I totally get it. You guys gotta know who you're dealing with. It's tough, having to keep your guard up all the time."
     
    Logan chuckled a little. "Yeah, but if we didn't then there wouldn't be any Bikers left. We'd all be in jail."
     
    Oliver laughed at that. He hugged him, and he returned it back.
     
    As he held him Logan asked, "People in my crew, they are always wary of spies from other Clubs. Getting into our business, messing things up. You know I'm gonna check out your story."
     
    Oliver pulled back from him, a look of terror on his face. "Oh, please don't tell Gavin I'm here!" He was almost shouting with fright. "He'll take me back. Kill me even!"
     
    Logan held up his hands, trying to placate him. "No worries. I'll make sure no one ever knows you're here. I'll just tap into the Biker gossip channel and see what is said about the Hounds. I'm sure it will come up that you ran away. Bikers love complaining about their boy toys. But no mention of you being here. I promise."
     
    Oliver could see his logic. He had to know for certain. Not just for him, but for the rest of the Macabre Jesters piece of mind. He nodded.
     
    Oliver buried his head into Logan's chest. "Just don't let him take me, please."
     
    "I promise that will not happen," he said. He sounded emphatic.
     
    After a few minutes Oliver regained his composure. He felt something with him. He sensed it before. Not when Oliver first looked at him, he was gorgeous after all, but when they first kissed. There is a sense of being with him that gave him a feeling of completeness. Of being whole.
     
    Oliver really could not explain it, but he did know he had never experienced it before. If scared him as much as it thrilled him.
     
    Now Oliver was in his arms, and if felt... right.
     
    Logan eased his face up so he was looking at him, in his eyes. Oliver could get lost in that gaze. Perhaps he already was. Such a warmth hidden deep within that tough biker exterior. And he had shared that with him. He hoped he would share that with him again.
     
    Oliver needed him to.
     
    As if he could read his mind, Logan leaned closer and kissed him. Soft and gentle. His tongue probing for his.
     
    Suddenly, Oliver pulled away from him. He looked at Logan in alarm and confusion.
     
    "What about Edward?" Oliver asked. He was determined to know once and for all what their deal was.
     
    "Eddie?" Logan asked. "Like I said, before he was just a fling. Now he is just a regret."
     
    "So he is not your boy toy?"
     
    He laughed, "Not at all. I did buy him a stupid volvo he wanted, but that's nothing. Other than that there was nothing serious. Not in the least. And he is certainly not in the running for the job of being my boyfriend."
     
    Oliver felt relieved. "So that position is available?" He grinned.
     
    "I currently have that job opening to just one applicant." They both laughed.
     
    Suddenly, they were all over each other. This time with a greater intensity than before.
     
    Then clothes were pulled off anxiously. Bodies intertwined to completeness. A sweaty passionate coupling. It was unlike anything Oliver had