Saving Savannah (Haven Book 3)

by Laylah Roberts

  Idiot, Savannah. He’s seen you at your worst.

  Maybe that was part of it. He’d been there, he’d seen what Stanton had done to her, and that made her feel vulnerable. Not that she should. He’d never done anything to even imply he thought her weak.

  Nope, that was all her own thinking.

  “When were these calls? Landline or cell?” He pulled out a pad and pen.

  “On the landline. I’m not sure of the exact time, but I can tell you approximately.” She told him the dates and rough times.

  “All right, if it happens again, I want you to hang up then dial star-69. Then call me with the information, all right? Also, note down the time and date.”

  “O-okay.” She didn’t really want to think about getting more calls. She moved closer to Logan, who placed his arm around her. Immediately, she felt safer.

  “What are you going to do to find this asshole? Could it be someone who knew Stanton?” Logan barked out his questions.

  Jake looked thoughtful. “Could be, I guess. Someone who was upset that he was locked up maybe. Perhaps his son.”

  “What about his girlfriend?” she asked.

  “His girlfriend? I remember he had one. I seem to recall they hadn’t been together long.”

  She’d probably had no idea. Poor woman.

  “Could it be someone who doesn’t like the fact that I have two husbands?” The note had called her a whore.

  Jake raised his eyebrows. “If that’s the case then I’m going to run my feet off because they’ll have to send letters to half the county. I haven’t had any other complaints.”

  She nodded. She guessed that was true. Seemed she was just special. Yay!

  “I ran into Max the other day in town, he said Atkinson has been pressuring you to sell.”

  Logan scowled. “We’re not selling to that asshole. Max called him and told him that.”

  “Did he take it well?”

  “No. He didn’t. Max had to hang up on him in the end. You think this could be him? But why come after Savi? Why not attack Max or me?”

  Jake gave her an apologetic look. “If I wanted one of you to do something then I’d go for your weakness. Savannah.”

  She winced slightly at the thought of being their weakness.

  “I talked to Alec Malone, he had an offer from Atkinson as well. Only his offer didn’t come in person. Guess Atkinson isn’t crazy enough to attempt to enter Malone’s land.”

  “He sent Savannah a threatening letter because he wants us to sell to him? I’ll kill him.” Logan stepped forward, and Jake stood in his path.

  “Calm down, Logan. We don’t know it’s him.”

  “I’ll find out,” Logan promised.

  “No, you won’t. You won’t go anywhere near him.”

  “Wanna bet?”

  Jake was shorter than Logan and not as wide through the chest and shoulders, but when he wanted to, he could make an impression. He gave Logan a cold look. “I know you want someone to blame. Someone to punish for upsetting Savannah, but we don’t know this was Atkinson, and even if we did, it’s up to the law to punish him.”

  Logan got in Jake’s face. “If he did this then he’d better hope you get to him first, because I’ll kill him.”

  “Logan.” She placed her hand on his arm, giving Jake an apologetic look. “I know you just want to protect me, but I’m safe. It was just a stupid note. It could have just been kids.”

  Logan swung towards her. “Why would kids send you a letter calling you a whore?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. Why would anyone? It’s not like Stanton . . . I mean, I think he was going to r-rape me, but . . .” Her voice dried up, nausea bubbling inside her.

  “Hey.” Logan pulled her close once more. Then he kissed the top of her head. “It’s going to be all right. I’ll look after you.”

  “Which is precisely what you’re going to do,” Jake said firmly. “The last thing Savannah needs right now is for you to go off half-cocked and get yourself arrested for doing something stupid. Let me do the investigating. You concentrate on Savannah.”

  She sensed Logan’s reluctance, but he finally nodded.

  “Does Max know about this?” Jake asked.

  “We don’t know where he is.” And she felt more upset than ever by that. She needed him. Damn it, why wasn’t he here?

  “Probably best he doesn’t know,” Logan added. “We don’t want him to get distracted.”

  They said goodbye to Jake, and Logan checked the house over while she dished up the lasagna, knowing she wouldn’t be able to eat. Logan walked back in, and they sat together at the dining table, neither of them really interested in the food.

  Finally, Logan stood and gathered up their plates. He returned a few minutes later and held out his hand. “Come on, darlin’, let’s go to bed. You’re exhausted.”

  She took his hand, letting him pull her up.

  “Will you teach me how to shoot, Logan?”

  He paused on his way up the stairs and turned to look at her. “I’m going to protect you, Savannah.”

  “I know you are. Of course, you are. It’s just I think I should know how a gun works since we live all the way out here.”

  He was silent for a long minute. Then he nodded. “All right. I’ll teach you to shoot.”

  That was easier than she thought.

  “Once you’re more comfortable with leaving the house.”

  Yeah, she guessed that had to happen first. “Couldn’t you teach me how to load one?”

  “You never wanted anything to do with guns before.”

  “I’ve changed my mind.”

  “I understand why you think a gun might make you feel safer. But it won’t, I promise you that. But come to me in a few months. If you still want to learn, I’ll teach you.”

  They got ready for bed in silence. As she entered the bedroom, she saw him standing at the window, looking outside.

  “Did you hear something?” she whispered, growing tense.

  He turned and shook his head. Then he sighed. “No. No, darlin’. Come here.” He held open his arms.

  She fairly flew into them, letting him engulf her in his strength. “I’ll take care of you, Savannah. Tell me you know that.”

  “I know.”

  “I failed you once. I won’t fail you again.”

  She tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let her. “You didn’t fail me, Logan. I failed me.”

  “No, you didn’t. You did exactly what you were supposed to.”

  “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything. I couldn’t even fight. He knocked me out, I didn’t even know I was in trouble until I woke up and discovered I was tied up in that horrible, little cabin.” She hadn’t even had a chance to fight.

  “You stayed alive until we could find you. You stayed alive.”

  “You’ve got to promise you won’t confront Atkinson.” Finally, he let her draw away so she could look up into his face.

  Logan scowled. “If he’s behind this—”

  “Then Jake will handle it. Promise me, Logan. I need you. If you do something and end up in jail then I—”

  She’d be completely on her own.

  “Hey, hush. I’m going nowhere.” He cupped her face, tilting it up. “I promise I won’t do anything stupid, all right? I’m just feeling helpless, and it makes me furious that someone would send you something like that.” He rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “Jake better act fast, that’s all I’ll say.”

  She gulped at those words.

  “If anything at all happens, I want to know. Immediately, understand?”

  She nodded. “Stanton called me a whore. When I saw that letter, I remembered him telling me I was a whore because I had two husbands.”

  “You are not a whore,” he said fiercely.

  She smiled. “I know.” Her smile died. “But someone thinks I am.”

  “Well, fuck ’em. You’re our wife. Did you talk to Molly today?” he asked, starting to strip. For a mo

ment, she was too interested in watching him to answer.

  “What? Oh, yes.” Logan drew his jeans off and turned to her, standing just in his boxers. Funny, she didn’t think anything was going to distract her from what had happened earlier, but the sight of his near-naked body seemed to be doing a good job.

  Pulling off his shorts, he sat on the bed and grabbed her hand, tugging her forward. He calmly pulled off her clothes.

  “I want to look at my beautiful body.”

  She didn’t feel that beautiful most of the time. Except when Logan looked at her like he was now. He stripped her, dropping each article of clothing onto the floor. Watching, his face grew heated.

  When she was naked, she knelt and stared at his thick cock. “Please, Logan?”

  He ran his thumb over her cheek. “All right, darlin’.”

  He leaned over and grabbed a pillow, placing it on the floor between his feet.

  She moved, kneeling between his legs and grasped the base of his cock. She loved the feel of him. Hot, hard, and silky. Leaning in, she took just the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.

  She pressed her tongue into the slit at the top, running her hand up and down the shaft. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, squeezing lightly, the way she knew he liked.

  “Damn, Savannah. That feels so good.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Take me deep. Right in. Fuck.”

  She took as much of him as she could into her mouth, keeping her hand firmly around the base of his cock. Slow then fast. Sliding her tongue along the shaft.

  “Faster, darlin’. Oh, shit, yeah.”

  She loved doing this to him. To both of her husbands. Loved that she could make them feel as good as they made her feel.

  It made her feel like she was in heaven.

  God, she loved him so much. He was everything. Her lover, her protector, her man. He was amazing.

  “Move back now, Savannah. I’m not coming in your mouth tonight.”

  She made a noise of disagreement, and he tugged her back. “Uh-uh, naughty girl. Do as you’re told, or there’s no coming for you.”

  She pouted as he pulled her up. He tapped her lower lip. “Put that away. On the bed.” She scrambled onto the bed, not wanting him to follow through on his threat to not let her come. That would be disastrous with how needy she was feeling right now.

  She heard him moving around behind her and looked back. Her breath caught at how gorgeous he was. Strong, and caring. Protective. She loved him so much. Even if he was way too bossy most of the time.

  He lay next to her and took her mouth in a deep, hot kiss that made her heart race impossibly fast. Slowly, too slowly, he kissed his way down her jaw then her neck, when he finally reached her left breast, he cupped it then flicked his tongue over the nipple.

  “Oh. Oh, it’s too much.” She was too sensitive. She needed him so much. Her pussy ached, she wanted him so badly.

  “You can take it, baby. Because that is what I require of you.”

  She grabbed hold of his shoulders, anchoring herself as wave after wave of desire washed through her. He kissed his way across her chest to her other nipple, he bit down on it lightly, and she cried out, arching up.

  “Shit! Logan!”

  “Sh.” He soothed the abused nub with his tongue then sucked it into the warmth of his mouth. Pleasure shook her, and she rubbed her legs together, hoping for some sort of friction to ease the ache deep inside her.

  “Uh-uh, keep those legs still,” he warned. “I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

  She whimpered.

  He continued down her stomach, kissing her mound, moving closer and closer to her slit. This was it. She was finally going to get some relief. He flicked at her clit. Yes!

  Suddenly, he rolled her over.

  “Logan!” she complained.

  He just chuckled.

  “Ass.”

  “What was that?” He placed his large hand on her vulnerable butt cheeks, and she wisely shut up.

  “Nothing.”

  “I thought so.”

  He rubbed his hand up and down her ass. Then he gave it a sharp smack.

  “Hey! What was that for?” She turned her head to glare at him.

  “Because I can. Because you never told us about those phone calls or that you felt like someone was watching you, and you know you should have.”

  Crap. She’d hoped he’d forgotten about those. He squeezed her ass then parted her cheeks.

  “Spread your legs wide.”

  Her breath grew harsher as she did as he’d ordered. She felt him move off the bed and turned to watch him grab a few things from the bedside table. Lube and an anal plug.

  Oh, hell.

  He lubed the plug then climbed back onto the bed. “On your knees, darlin’, stick that ass out.”

  She moved onto her knees, and he ran his wet finger over her asshole before leaning down to run his tongue over it as well.

  Fuck. Fuck.

  She was practically quivering with desire by now. If she didn’t get some sort of release soon, she was going to grow desperate enough to take matters into her own hands.

  “I’m going to fuck you while this plug sits deep inside your ass. It’s not as good as having Max here, but it’s the best I can do.”

  Warmth filled her. Logan knew how much she was struggling without Max here. “Deep breath in then out.”

  As she let her breath out, he slipped the plug inside her. There was an initial burning, but once the plug slipped fully inside her, she felt deliciously full.

  “All good, darlin’?”

  “Yes,” she replied, almost breathlessly as Logan moved closer, kneeling behind her. His cock nudged her entrance before he started pushing his way inside her.

  She was tighter due to the plug, but gradually she adjusted to take his girth, and by the time he was fully inside her she was shaking, sweat coating her body.

  “Logan, please,” she begged as he stilled.

  “Please what?”

  “Please move. God, I need you to move.”

  “Thought you’d never ask.”

  She rolled her eyes. Like he’d been waiting for her to ask. He started pulling out and thrusting his way back inside her, and all other thoughts fled her body.

  She gasped for breath, meeting his thrusts with each push of her hips. His movements grew faster, and she clenched around the plug in her ass. Then he reached around and flicked her clit, and, almost immediately, she found herself coming.

  “Yes, baby. That’s it. Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tightly. I . . . can’t . . . last!” He roared the last word as he pressed deep inside her and came.

  Twenty minutes later, she listened to Logan’s heavy breathing as he slept. Rain pelted down on the roof, the steady rhythm was actually quite soothing. Logan held her against him, her head resting on his chest. She closed her eyes, knowing she needed to sleep. She didn’t think she actually would manage to, not with everything that had happened.

  She sent a quick prayer up for Max, hoping that he was all right.

  Then darkness closed around her, and, surprisingly, she slept.

  ***

  He was in the biggest shit-hole imaginable. Max felt his stomach bubble with tension. He shouldn’t be here. Taking this job had been a mistake. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to fight back the surge of panic. He and the rest of the team were waiting for darkness to truly fall before they infiltrated the rebel camp.

  Christ, he couldn’t believe he was deep in the desert of fucking Libya because some idiot had decided to ignore all the travel warnings issued by the US State Department. And now he was going to risk his life to rescue the dickwad, who, luckily for him, had a rich daddy who was bankrolling the mission.

  Max was glad Savannah had no idea where he was. He didn’t want her worrying about him. He impatiently waited for the signal to go in. The sooner they got this over, the sooner he could go home and hug his wife.

  And he wouldn’t be letting her go anytime soon.

  Chapter Thirteen

  He jogged over and picked up the ringing phone in the stables. Cell phone reception out here was patchy at best, so they’d put a landline in the stables as well as having one in the house.

  “Yeah?” Logan answered.

  “It’s Jake. Thought I might catch you out here.”

  Two days had passed since Savannah had received the letter. Nothing else had happened. No phone calls, no more notes. But Savannah was growing more and more tense. So was he. They were both walking around on tenterhooks, waiting for something to happen.

  Not for the first time, Logan wished Max was here. He didn’t like leaving her, not even for a minute, even though he knew she wouldn’t appreciate him hovering. Savannah was the strongest person he knew. She met each challenge head-on and she didn’t back down.

  “What have you found out?” he bit out. He’d been waiting for this call. It had taken all of his control not to storm over to Atkinson’s place and demand to know if he’d sent that letter to Savannah.

  “Got the report back on the letter. No prints on it other than yours and Savannah’s, but I expected that.”

  “What about Atkinson? Did you talk to him?”

  “Yeah. He denies it was him.”

  “Well, of course, he would fucking deny it,” Logan snapped. “He’s hardly going to just come clean.”

  “I know that Logan,” Jake said patiently. “But he’s also got an alibi.”

  “What?”

  “He’s been away in Chicago for the last four days. He showed me his plane tickets. Now, I’d need to check out his alibi to be sure, but I believe he was telling the truth, and my instincts are rarely wrong.”

  He ground his teeth together. He’d wanted it to be Atkinson because that would have been so easy. Then he’d have a target. He could have ensured that Savannah was safe. Not knowing who was threatening her was killing him.

  “Has Stanton had any visitors, any contact with his son?” Could it be the son? Apparently, he’d had no idea what his father was up to but maybe he was a good liar.

  “No, no visitors at all other than his lawyer.”

  That surprised him. But it was not even close to what Stanton deserved.

  “All right, Jake, I . . . what the hell?” he muttered as he spotted Trace riding in like the devil was on his ass.

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