Logan Chapter 108

-Emory-

I spend the rest of the gala marveling at myself. I can’t believe that I not only managed to climax when I knew someone was recording us, but I actually…. Liked it? Plus, I’m finding myself titillated rather than embarrassed that I have Logan’s spend leaking down my thighs and none of these uptight socialites have any idea what we’ve been up to. The guys, of course, know exactly what’s going on, but I’m starting to get used to the lack of privacy around shifters. I’ve not been all that successful in hiding my emotions yet, so I’m having to learn very quickly to own them instead of letting them embarrass me.

*If you think no one else here knows what we were doing, you need to think again, little mate.* Logan breaks into my thoughts. I take another look around the small circle of people we’re currently mingling with and see a few people whispering to each other.

*Why? Can you hear them talking about us?* I ask back. They could be whispering about anything, including my dress. Logan shakes his head and leans close enough to whisper directly in my ear, solely because he knows exactly what it does to me. Asshole. I don’t know that I have another round in me tonight, let alone another round while we’re here.

“It’s not what they’re whispering, baby, though those particular people are whispering about us. You wear your pleasure well, but it’s still visible. We just walked back in from the other room flushed and happy. Your hair isn’t quite as perfect as it was before I had my fingers in it, and you have this gorgeous, dreamy smile on your face that screams freshly fucked. I don’t know that it could be more obvious what we did if we had signs on our backs.” I feel my cheeks burn hotter, especially when he plants a sweet kiss just behind my ear. I didn’t realize it was possible for a man to talk to me so sweet and dirty at the same time. Something about his diatribe has me feeling less embarrassed than I thought maybe I should be, and more flattered.

“Well, I suppose that feeds our purposes just as well as the video does.” I say as I tuck my hand in Logan’s elbow. “Now, I was promised cheese and champagne for being such a good girl, and I don’t intend to miss out on my prizes.” Logan laughs as we flag down one of the waiters with a tray of goodies for us. We make our way to a table so I can get off my feet, and spend the rest of the night eating and gossiping companionably. Logan tries to get me to dance, but I cite exhaustion and jelly legs to get him to relent. I don’t know that I could handle further embarrassment in front of the glitterati here.

A while later, Ollie finally comes by to talk to us, having been too busy with the party before. He knew that Logan and I would forgive him if we were toward the end of his list to mingle with- he had quite a few other people who would absolutely be offended to be “ignored”. He sat down next to Logan, his nose wrinkling at what must be a pretty potent smell to them. “Hey lovebirds. Got a text from Jeffries that the video is up and has already been shared across the usual sites. Operation control the narrative is a go.”

I shake my head and laugh. “Does every plan have to have an op name with you all? I guess I’m happy that it worked. It’s a bit of a pyrrhic victory, to be honest.”

Ollie and Logan both nod solemnly before Ollie answers me. “Bad luck not to name an op. Name the op or become the op, is what we’ve found.” He and Logan high five after that, for some reason. I guess this is what they mean when they say boys will be boys. I bet they’d be ecstatic to get walkie talkies for Christmas this year.

Logan shoots me a quick grin at the last thought before he turns to Ollie. “Great party you have here, by the way. The food is really good. You’ll have to let Deek know who you went with for his next event. You remember the horrible duck foam shit he had that one time?” Logan pretends to shudder before they both laugh.

“It doesn’t matter how many years it’s been, I’ll never be able to repress the smell of that stuff. I had to sell the car I drove home that night, and the tux I wore had to be burned.” They both burst out laughing. I’m glad that they can joke around like this- everyone has been so stressed with all the excitement lately that it feels nice to let them have a normal moment. Until Ollie has to ruin it. “Speaking of smells, you two reek of sex. Which room am I going to have to pay extra to have cleaned around here?”

Logan rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry man, your office was the first room we could get to.”

Ollie looks horrified. “Damn it, Logan! You couldn’t walk two doors down? I have blueprints I have to go over tonight, you asshole. Did you leave a window open, at least?” I didn’t even think of that as a possibility, but I guess we were a bit distracted.

Logan shakes his head. “In March? No, we didn’t leave a window open. We shut the door on the way out, too, to alleviate suspicion.”

Ollie puts his forehead in his hand. “I’ll have to send somebody in for my laptop. You two are animals. I can’t believe anyone lets you out in public.”

For a minute, I’m worried that he’s actually offended and I feel terrible for ruining his office when he has work to do, but Logan reassures me mentally that this is just more ribbing that they do all the time. “Don’t call me an animal when I haven’t forgotten the shit you and Deek used to get up to in college. It’s not too late to talk to the press about it.” They both burst out laughing again, alleviating my worries.

I guess if Ollie’s PI says that tonight was a success, then “Operation Control the Narrative” is a success. We’ll have to do this one or maybe- hopefully not- two more times before we can be sure that the wolf rumors are dropped, then we can just go on living the rest of our lives together and with the pack. It shouldn’t be too long before we can just put this whole mess behind us.