LOGAN (BAD BOY BIKER ROMANCE) by Kyle Jacobs Read Free Book Online

actually turned off.
     
    Logan fumed. Here he was, surrounded by crates of stolen, expensive bottles of high end alcohol, and the one person who could prevent snoopy cops from finding it all, had been taking a dump.
     
    Logan walked up to Ryder who appeared to at least recognize the trouble he was in. Fear was on his face.
     
    "You're suppose to be on the door." Logan seethed.
     
    "I... uh.... yeah," Ryder managed.
     
    Logan wanted to beat the crap out of him. He had more than enough right to do so, regardless of Ryder's connection to Milo. But Logan had already beat on two people that day and was feeling like progress was just not getting made with that approach.
     
    He decided to file this away for another time.
     
    "This is a black mark, idiot," Logan said. Ryder just stared, waiting to be hit.
     
    Logan made a visible effort to contain himself, then said, "Get back to the door, and don't leave it again."
     
    Ryder nodded, pulled away from Logan and practically fled down the hall to resume his post.
     
    "And turn on your damned radio!" Logan called after.
     
    He took a breath and looked at the other two men, who were waiting for something to happen to them next.
     
    Logan waved dismissively at them. "Get back to work. We got a schedule."
     
    As he watched them load the last of the crates into the van Logan's mind wandered away from the important business at hand.
     
    Strangely, he found himself smiling, thinking of Oliver and the sensuous taste of his lips.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    Oliver
     
     
     
    Oliver certainly did not expect Logan to check in on him that night, but when there was no sign of him Oliver still felt a little hurt.
     
    Here we go again, he thought. Bikers caught up in their own crap, never mind anyone else. He should take it as a sign. Moreover, a blessing. A sign to leave, maybe?
     
    He thought of their heavy make out session. Logan's mouth hungrily kissing his. Logan's strong hands all over him. Their bodies pressed together.
     
    Phew. Maybe he should give this guy a shot, at least. He was in town after all, so why not see what happens? But staying in town meant money, of which he had little to none.
     
    So, the next morning, he got up early, skipping breakfast. Instead, he wandered around the neighborhood looking for a pay-phone. Finding one was far more challenging in this day and age since everyone had a mobile phone of their own. But he couldn't risk using his new phone, nor the hotel phone. Each could be traced back to his location, if anyone was looking for him.
     
    And he knew Gavin would, and had the means to do so.
     
    He found a phone on the side of a liquor store, plastered with graffiti. After a vain attempt to clean off the receiver, he made a long distance collect call to his mother. As he waited for his mother to accept the charges he felt his heart in his throat.
     
    His mother would be worried, not just in general, but even more so after Oliver asked for a cash infusion.
     
    Soon, his mother answered and accepted the charge.
     
    "Oh, honey. Are you alright?" His mother's soothing voice came from clear across the country. It always made Oliver feel warm inside.
     
    "Yeah, mom. Everything is fine. I just need some money."
     
    "Again?" his mother said, and Oliver felt a guilty sting.
     
    "Yes, mom. Sorry, but I just need to get by until I get paid." A little white lie never hurt.
     
    "You got work, honey? Oh, that's great. Doing what?"
     
    Forget that he didn't actually have the stripper job yet, but there was no way Oliver was going to tell his mother about it. He hoped his mother never found out he was a highly skilled peeler. It would just keep conversations manageable.
     
    "I'm a barista, mom."
     
    "A what?"
     
    "I make fancy coffees. Pays pretty good, too. Or will once I get my first check."
     
    That was enough to win his mother over. They arranged for a transfer, where Oliver could easily pick it up at a local agency.
     
    As they said their