It was already eleven and the show was nearing its finale when her phone rang. She answered without looking at the screen, engrossed in the dance scene on the stage.
“Hi Shane.”
“Where are you?” She groaned when Logan’s abrupt question exploded in her ear.
“Are you ready for pick-up?”
“Answer my question!”
“I am at the Hobby Center watching a show.”
“With who?”
“Other than you, that have been entertaining a clinging vine, I had dinner alone and am watching this show alone! Do you need me to pick you up?”
“Yes, but I expected you to …”
Madison was so mad she just ended the call and stalked towards the limo. Contrary to the anger bubbling under the surface she pulled up in front of the restaurant in a subdued manner and this time refused to get out and play the dutiful chauffeur.
As soon as everyone was seated she asked bluntly without turning around, her eyes flashing in the rearview mirror at Dottie nearly sitting on Logan’s lap.
“Whereto, Sir?”
Shane picked up on the strained atmosphere that seemed even worse that before and asked politely.
“Please take us to the Mystery Zone Nightclub. It is just off Humble Westfield zone. The ladies feel like dancing.”
Her lips tightened but she refused to look in the rearview mirror again. She put the gear in drive and drove to the Mystery Zone without GPS assistance.
“How is it that you know the directions to the club, Maddy? Is there a side to you that we’re not aware off?”
“Anyone at some stage of their life’s hung around dance clubs. I guess I got over that stage at a relatively young age.”
Shane burst out laughing, catching on to the hidden sarcasm immediately. He knew that neither Dottie nor Eliza would understand the connotation. Even Logan’s lips twitched, but he shot her a stern glare in the mirror, which she chose to ignore, seeing as he was doing nothing to stem the groping hands on his thigh.
“Do you have any idea what time you will be all danced out, sir? Or do you expect me to sit outside waiting for you until the sun comes out?”
Shane glared at Logan. “Of course not, Maddy! As a matter of fact, I insist that you join us. If you just get rid of that jacket, you would be a hit on the inside.”
Logan nearly punched Shane in the gut, but could hardly retract the invitation. Madison’s phone rang at that point and she noticed it was Owen Brown. Irritated enough with Logan at this point, the little red devil urged her on and she pressed the button to slide the sound proof glass shield in place between her and the group in the back.
She read the fury in Logan’s eyes, just before the tinted shield closed.
“Madison speaking.”
“Hi, it’s Owen. I hope I am not bothering you?”
“Not at all. I just did not expect a phone call this soon.”
“My dinner date finished early and I was wondering if you would like to go with me to a club? The night is still young.”
Madison was so tempted; she was on the verge of agreeing when she noticed the shield going down. Clearly Logan did not appreciate her shutting him out. She sighed in regret into the phone and made her voice sound extra apologetic.
“I really would have loved to join you, but unfortunately I am on duty.”
“At eleven thirty at night? I thought you were a pilot?”
“Pilot, chauffeur … if it moves … I am the driver! You know what they say … Jill of all trades.”
“Well, that is a pity. I will phone you when I am in Dallas again. I am sure you get some time off.”
“I look forward to it, and thanks for the invitation.”
He said goodbye and she dropped the phone on the seat next to her, a small smile on her lips. There was an eerie silence behind her and she glanced in the mirror and she cursed the little devil on her shoulder. The little rascal was no match for the black devil glaring at her in the rearview mirror.
Shane sat grinning like a buffoon, his date seemed confused and Dottie sat sulking with a lip that hung on her chest.
“Who was that?”
Madison gaped at him. To blatantly demand something that had nothing to do with him in front of everyone was unexpected and the expression on Dottie’s face agreed with her. His actions since they got into the car clear that there was no reviving of embers tonight in store and she was livid with the attention he showered the little chauffeur with.
“Really, Logi. Leave the poor girl alone. Surely she has the right to some privacy? Why don’t we rather skip the club and you and I go for a private party in my hotel suite?”
The limousine came to an immediate dead stop and before Logan could prevent it, Dottie slipped from the seat to land in an undignified heap on the floor of the limo. Shane turned his face away and had to swallow hard to keep from laughing and Logan turned furious eyes on her after he assisted an angry Dottie back on the seat.
“What is the matter with you, Miss Phillips? You could have gotten her hurt.”
“Then she should have worn her safety belt.”
“Madison!”
“I only stopped because the lady suggested a different venue for the balance of the evening … Logi … sir. I did not want to drive all the way to the club only to then turn around again.”
If he was not so angry, he would have found her sassiness funny, much like the laughing idiot brother of his did; who just laughed harder when he met his angry glare. He sobered somewhat and said sedately.
“I think the mood has been spoiled and we do have an early meeting in the morning, big bro. Maybe we should give the club a skip for tonight.”
“Yes, you are right. Let’s just have a nightcap at the hotel before we drop you ladies off.”
Madison pulled away from the curb and stopped in front of the impressive doors of their hotel soon thereafter.
“Am I to drop the ladies off, sir?”
“Yes, but you can wait here, we won’t be too long.”
“Yes sir.”
She got out of the limo to stretch her legs and was once again surrounded by a group of ogling jocks by the time the Daltons came out with their dates on their arms. Madison noticed them and excused herself from the joking young jocks with a smile. After being abused by Logan their attention gave her ego a boost.
“Bye-bye, sweet Maddy mine!” They sang to her as she walked away and Logan’s angry glare was testimony to the attention they gave her retreating backside. She chose to ignore him and got into the Limo and started the engine, thrumming her fingers on the steering wheel waiting for them to get in.
They dropped Eliza first and then Dottie. Madison’s hands fisted when he walked her to the entrance of the hotel with Dottie nearly climbing his leg with every step.
“That woman should audition as a vine for the next Hamlet performance!”
Shane chuckled and then groaned when Dottie grabbed Logan around his neck and pulled him down to lock her lips on his. Madison sat steaming for a full five seconds before she slammed the door open and got out.
“Logan Dalton!”
He pulled away from the kiss and looked at her. He quickly pushed Dottie away lest she thought the erection that slammed against his pants was because of her kiss. Madison stood just inside the open door of the limo with her gorgeous legs spread and her fists on her hips. A slow smile curved on his lips and she seethed in anger.
“Don’t you dare walk through that door!”
He was amazed that she openly staked her claim; with no regard to the woman he took on a date and who expected him to spend the night with her. Which he had no intention of doing anyway, the embers Shane referred to had died years ago already. He did not have as many sexual trysts as the tabloids claimed. He took a lot of woman on dates and to functions, but he did not have sex with all of them. As a matter of fact, up to last night he has not been with a woman in probably eleven months. He has just been too busy to indulge in those
pleasures.
Dottie fumed and tried to pull him back against her, but he turned her towards the door.
“Thanks for joining us, Dottie. It was nice seeing you again, but as far as anything more … as you can see, Madison is quite possessive.”
“But … I thought she is an employee of yours?”
He answered something non-committal, said goodbye, turned and walked straight into Madison, drawing her tight against his aroused body. Gasping at the hard ridge pressed against her stomach, she slapped his arm and snarled at him.
“Don’t you dare press your … your … I refuse to be used to douse the flame from your … Dottie!”
Logan ignored Shane’s burst of laughter from inside the limo, he leaned down and growled against her lips just before his mouth closed over hers.
“Oh no my love, this is all you!”
He kissed her senseless, right there in front of the hotel entrance, in front of a fuming Dottie and in front of a flabbergasted Shane.
“Hot damn, big bro! Since when have you become so amorous in public?”
Logan ignored him and took his time ending the kiss. He looked into her eyes and saw the unfulfilled passion in hers. He rapped her on the nose.
“You, woman, will drive me crazy.”
He turned her around and escorted her around the limo and opened the passenger door. She glanced at him questioningly.
“Get in, I’ll drive back.”
“Hey, no fair! Why can’t she sit here in the back with me?” Logan waited until he pulled away before he responded.
“Because, little bro, you won’t be able to keep your eyes off her legs.
Madison blushed when his warm hand landed on her thigh and he stroked it tenderly, deliberately stoking her desire higher all the way to their Hotel.
Chapter Eight
Madison took a quick shower and pulled on boxer shorts and a tee-shirt. She brushed her hair and smoothed night cream on her face. The one thing her mother drilled into her and Grace from very young; to look after their skin.
She went to stand on the balcony looking out to the thousands of lights scattered into the black night and sighed, stroking her thigh where Logan’s hand rested not so long ago. Her loins tightened just thinking of him and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
Just last night she made a decision that their relationship would be purely professional. She groaned. She still couldn’t believe she made such a ruckus in front of Dottie’s hotel. But oh Lord, that kiss he gave her thereafter! It was worth making such a fool of herself. It was a wonder he didn’t fire her on the spot!
Her Grand pops words flashed through her mind, that she was the driver of her own happiness. She bit her lip again. She could not deny her feelings for Logan, nor her desire and need for him, nor her jealousy and possessiveness that he was hers and hers alone and most of all, her love for him. She knew Logan had no desire for long term relationships, even more so marriage and that he didn’t believe in love, but she was twenty nine years old and high time she became the driver of her own happiness.
A slow smile curved on her lips. Logan Dalton might not realize it, but he just lost his status as a Bachelor. He was hers and she was going to collect, whether he was ready for it or not!
She slipped her feet in her slip-ons, grabbed her room keycard, cell phone and headed for the door. Shane and she came up to the rooms together while Logan signed the limousine over to the front office at the hotel. The three suites were the only ones that were serviced by the one specific elevator and she knew Logan’s suite was the one on the left. She peeked out the door to make sure Shane was not lurking around and prayed that he was not with Logan. She walked to Logan’s door and pressed the bell, waiting impatiently for him to open the door.
The moment he did she took a moment to catch her breath. He clearly just came out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and was busy towel drying his hair. Her eyes singed over his broad shoulders, his muscled chest to caress over his torso which sported an impressive six pack. Her eyes moved back and their eyes met.
Logan drew a deep tortured breath in his lungs, coming out of the frozen state he was in from the moment he opened the door to find her standing there. He had every intention to go to her room and the joy to find her coming to him, warmed his heart.
She took the two steps that separated them and her hands flattened on his chest, slowly following the path her eyes just did, until they closed around his neck and she pulled his head down to slowly and seductively close her hot lips over his. He pulled her against him so hard and tight she groaned, but tightened her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
Desire was instantaneous the moment he saw her and now it became painful. He reached out and pushed the door closed, then walked her back and pressed her against the door, lifting her higher so her lips where on the same level as his. He pressed tighter against her, his mouth slanted desperately over hers, kissing her deeper, demanding her complete and total surrender. She gave it immediately, wantonly yet demandingly.
His mouth left her lips to trail hot kisses over her cheek to her ear. She moaned as he pulled the earlobe between his lips and sucked until she panted.
“Logan.”
“Yes Wildcat?”
“Take me to bed!”
“I will … eventually … but not yet. I need you now!”
He whipped her tee-shirt over her head and groaned when her full breasts bobbed when he pulled the shirt off. He was still groaning when his lips closed over a fully erect nipple and he suckled it hard and deep into his mouth. His hands gripped her boxers and tore it in two. Before she recovered from her surprised gasp his towel was gone and he plunged inside her, filling her to the hilt.
She keened as he hit her core and she thrashed against him, her legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him even deeper. He started plunging into her with his ferocious need driving him harder and deeper. Their need for each other was so strong they plummeted into the abyss within seconds and their shouts echoed through the room.
Holding her against him with his shaft still pulsing deep inside her, he carried her to the room and he granted her demand, he took her to bed. That night, they hardly slept and by the time Logan allowed her to leave, the sun was already peeping over the horizon. He lay back against the pillows and watched her pull his dress shirt he wore the night before, over her delectable body.
“I sincerely trust you are not going to form a habit of tearing my clothes. Imagine what Shane will think if he found me in your shirt in the passage!”
“That you just spend the whole night having sex with his brother. You look good enough to eat in that shirt, Wildcat. Come here and say goodbye properly.”
She crawled over him, her hands and knees on either side of his legs, watching his face and giggled when the sheet in front of her slowly rose as his arousal grew. He grunted and frowned at her.
“It is not funny, Wildcat! We do not have time now!”
She slowly pulled the sheet down and uncovered his shaft now fully erect. Logan growled.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Why, Mr. Dalton, sir. I’m following your instruction. I am saying goodbye …” She lowered her head and closed her lips around the tip of his shaft and he shouted, grabbing the sheets in his fists.
“Good God, Madison!”
She stroked her tongue over the rounded tip and gently suckled him deeper into her mouth. She pulled back, racking her teeth softly around his shaft and he lifted his hips off the bed.
“That was for saying we had sex and not made love!”
She closed her lips over him again and pulled him deep into her mouth, sucking hard and with a sharp bite on the tip, released him.
Goodbye, Mr. Dalton, sir.”
She jumped from the bed and with a seductive swing of her hips disappeared quickly through the door. He heard the front door open and close and he groaned in agony, his shaft jumping in need, still wet and quive
ring from the heat of her mouth around it.
“Hot damn! That woman will make me lose my mind!”
He jumped up and stood under an ice cold shower until his body cooled down. A slow smile formed around his mouth. What did she say last night? Tit for tat! He couldn’t wait to give her just that!
He sobered and thought back on the night of bliss he just spend in her arms. She took as much as she gave, she demanded just as much as he did. He took her so many times he lost count. That in itself was a totally new experience for him. He has never spent a whole night with any woman. As soon as he found his release, he left. He could count on his one hand the number of women he had sex with more than once.
With Madison … he could not get enough. The more he had her, the more he wanted, needed to bury him inside her. Just thinking of her send a rush of need through his body. It sounded tacky even thinking it, but every time he buried his shaft inside her warm sheath, it felt like the first time.
She was right, what they shared was not just sex, they made love. He stiffened. He should not confuse the level of satisfaction he got from her with deeper emotions. He would never open himself to the emotions that broke his father. That turned himself into a hard and cold man. The sooner Madison realized what they had was sex and just sex, the better.
The following week Dalton Oil was inundated with rigging problems from all over. By Friday afternoon she was bone tired and could only imagine what Shane and Logan must feel like.
There were four fires at four different wells within a period of six days. The Daltons went to assist with extinguishing the fires at all four sites. They have incorporated the latest advances in technology specifically to be in line with their environmental concerns. All their wells were equipped to be capped while they burn. High-powered water sprays and Purple K dry chemical, which Logan explained was a potassium bicarbonate mixture, were then used to extinguish the fire.
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