Logan Chapter 136

-Emory-

“I really don’t think it’s necessary to make another scene. Hardly anybody remarked on the last one.” I’m pleading my case with Logan. We have another event tonight- a much smaller one for Derek’s birthday- and it just seems rude at this point to sneak off in order to get caught.

“Deek doesn’t care, and you know it. He’s fine. We need to make sure that nobody is thinking about anything else when it comes to us.” Logan thinks that because that one guy in the store still mentioned wolves, we’re not doing enough in our public indecency campaign. I haven’t seen anything about wolves online in days, so I feel like flashing my ass is just hurting us at this point.

“We’re going to get arrested. It’s a miracle the police haven’t come after us already!” I honestly don’t understand that part.

“The only place we’ve actually gotten caught with anything showing is a private residence. The shots from the park just look like you’re on top of me- no one could prove we were actually doing anything.” There’s always a silver lining, I guess. We could be on a list right now. Imagine trying to lay low when you have to alert your neighbors every time you move somewhere new. Logan isn’t amused at the direction my thoughts have taken. “Very funny, Emory. It hasn’t happened, so we’re fine.”

“Yet! It hasn’t happened yet! Derek’s birthday dinner is very much in public, and therefore a punishable offense. I’m not going down that road, Logan! I’m not doing that to my family when they’ve already had to put up with all the rest. And we haven’t even told them yet that…” *That I’m a…. Wolf.* I try hard not to think of myself as an animal, but it’s honestly close.

Logan tries not to be offended when I slip up, but I can see that it hurts him. He knows that it’s nothing against him. I don’t think of him as an animal at all, even when he’s acting like one, but I’m struggling a little bit to adjust to the extra passenger in my skull. I guess having Logan’s wolf in my head part-time was good practice. Logan, mostly perfect man that he is, softens at my insecurity and nervousness. “How about a compromise, then? I’ve been reading some of these rags for research, and a lot of the time they only need a little bit of PDA to spin a whole story. We’ll make out a little, I’ll put my hand on your delicious fucking ass, and then the headlines will be all “Loved Up at Peter Luger” instead of our mug shots, okay?”

That’s actually a much better idea. I can handle getting caught being affectionate. I don’t care who knows how much I love this man- male? I really need to decide which way I’m going to go on that one in my head- and there should be enough cameras there just to see Derek that we’ll get the full paparazzi treatment. I hesitantly nod, and Logan kisses the top of my head in reward. “Excellent, little rose. You look radiant. I’m going to be the envy of all of New York tonight. Now, let’s go give them our perfectly legal show. I’m starving.”

I finally loosen up enough to laugh as we get into the back of the car. Silverson is nothing but professional as he rolls the partition up before we can ask. Logan offers to “help” me “relax”, but I just can’t stand the thought of knowing exactly how much we smell like sex when I first see the rest of the guys with my new body buddy. Instead, I toss back two gorgeous flutes of champagne that Silverson keeps the car stocked with just in case. It’s nice to have all the luxury of a limo without being quite so obvious on the road.

We pull up and the sidewalk is just as crowded with photographers as we thought it would be. Derek leaked the location for his birthday dinner on purpose as a favor to us, and Logan got him a much better birthday present for giving up his peace on the way in. Deek doesn’t know it yet, but Logan is about to fix all of his problems. The gift is a surprise even for me, because Logan has been very careful about his thoughts on the subject. It’s been a huge effort for him. He’s so excited about whatever it is that he can’t hardly stand it, though. As Silverson opens the door for us, holding out an arm to clear a path through the photographers, Logan steps out and holds a hand to help me. Once he’s sure I’m safely on solid ground, he uses the hold on me to yank me into his chest. As we walk toward the door to the restaurant, paparazzi screaming the whole way to get their questions heard and answered, Logan leans down to whisper in my ear. “All of these people wish they were me tonight. They can all see that you’re beautiful- that you have the best tits, the best ass, the longest damned legs, in the state. They all know that your hair is like a river of flame I can wrap around my fist, but what they don’t know? They have no idea what you feel like when you come around my cock, how fucking hot you sound when you climax with your throat full of me. And they’ll never know because you’re mine. Now smile for the cameras, little rose.”

I feel my entire face turn red, and I’m sure I’ll look sunburned in all the pictures being furiously taken right now. I know my nipples are peaked even through my bra and probably obvious. I even stumble a step before regaining my stride. I smell my arousal in the air around us and mentally curse at Logan in advance for embarrassing me in front of his friends when I tried to avoid it. But when I hear one question shouted above all the others, it’s like someone tossed ice water over my head.

“Mr. Úlfur! Are you and your wife exhibitionists?” I am so embarrassed. It feels like I’m on fire from my hairline to my hemline.

Logan is unruffled. He just tears his eyes from my face and turns to the photographer that asked the question, who is now recording video. “Just look at her! Could you wait till you got home?” The crowd all laughs, and I poke Logan hard in the side, making him laugh harder as we finally- finally- make it to the front door. I’m so glad that’s over. Hopefully now we can be done with all the embarrassing nonsense.