Ella Frank - Take

To Logan,

Because around you, all I want to do is fall without thought.

- Tate

When Logan woke in a bedroom other than his own, it was usually for one of two reasons. Either hed had too much to drink and gone home with someone he shouldnt have or hed purposely gone home with someone, fucked their brains out, and been too tired to creep out at dawn. But neither of those two reasons applied this morning as he sat in the small loveseat by the window.

No. The reason he was still there was simpleor perhaps not that simple at all. Tate Morrison.

The sun was just beginning to rise and slip through the curtains, streaming over the honey-toned skin of Tates back. Logan had the intense urge to climb into the bed, kiss his way up Tates spine, and then nuzzle in under those brown curls he loved.

Waitlove?

But he didnt move. Instead, dressed only in his work pants, he stayed where he was, paralyzed by his own thoughts, and watched Tate where he lay between the white sheets, sleeping peacefully.

Last night had changed the dynamic between the two of them, and Logan knew there were decisionsbig decisionsthat needed to be made.

Rubbing his fingers along his jaw, he found himself smiling. Tate Morrison, where the hell did you come from?

As the thought entered his mind, Tates legs shifted under the sheet, and his head turned on the pillow so his face was now angled toward Logan. His eyes were still closed, but Logan knew it wouldnt be long before he woke, so he took a moment to really study him. Tate had somehow managed to change the way he thought about relationships. So it was time to push aside insecurities and move forward if he really wanted to make Tate his.

As Tates warm, brown eyes opened and locked with his own, Logan found himself standing and smoothing his palms down his legs. He walked toward the side of the bed and crouched down so he could be closer to the sleepy man staring up at him. Reaching out, he brushed aside an errant curl and leaned down, touching his mouth to the spot by Tates ear.

Call your mother. Tell her therell be an extra person on Sunday.

Tate rolled to his back and stretched his arms up over his head before he sat up so they were face to face with only inches separating them. Are you sure?

Logan shook his head and placed his hands on the bed. He pressed his lips to Tates and then laughed. Fuck no. But Ill be therefor you.

Dont be alarmed, Tate started, fingering the unfastened button of Logans pants, but you almost sound like a real boyfriend.

Logan pushed forward, reconnecting their lips as Tate lowered back to the mattress. Imagine that.

He felt Tates hand smooth around to his ass as he nodded. Yeah. Except the Logan I know sure as hell wouldnt be in my bed with his pants on.

Moving back until he was kneeling, Logan slowly unzipped his pants as he held Tates avid stare, and when he backed up off the bed to drop them to the floor, Tate kicked the sheet off his naked body. The low groan that left Logans throat couldnt be helped as he shifted back down between Tates thighs and knew right thenwith this man, he wanted it all.

All hed once dreamed of was right there within reach. All he had to do was reach out and take it.

Later that morning, Logan stepped off the elevator and made his way across the marble-floored lobby of Mitchell & Madison.

Good morning, Mr. Mitchell, their perky receptionist greeted him.

Good morning, Tiffany.

With a briefcase in one hand, he found himself whistling as he pushed through the large glass double doors. He was in a fantastic mood.

Oh good. There you are.

Cole.

Not even a foot in the door and already his brother and business partner had an expression on his face that did not bode well for him.

Good morning to you too, Cole, Logan replied as he walked between several desks and stopped in front of Sherry.

Good morning, Mr. Mitchell.

It is a good morning, isnt it, Sherry? Could you possibly give him the memo? He pointed to his brother. I think he missed it. He grinned at his middle-aged paralegal as he took the envelopes she was holding.

Without bothering to ask Cole what he wanted, Logan turned away and pushed open his office door, stepping around the formidable man. He walked inside and put his briefcase on his desk then unbuttoned his grey suit jacket, shrugged out of it, and hung it on his coat rack.

We need to talk, Cole finally spoke.

Well, yes, I gathered that since youre hovering.

Logan turned back to see Cole walking slowly to the center of the office, crossing his arms over his chest.

Oh for Gods sake, Cole. Spit it out.

I got a call this morning.

Barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Logan got out the papers he needed and then placed the case down on the floor before sitting. With his arms on the desk, he clasped his hands and not-so-patiently waited.

And?

It was from Ms. Cline.

Logan glared at Cole, unmoved by the announcement.

Letting out a deep breath, Cole sat in the chair opposite him and propped his ankle up on his knee. Tates ex-wife.

At the mention of Tate, Logans heartbeat sped up.

I know who she is.

God, just remembering the look on his face this morning when hed told him hed meet his family

Hello? Cole waved his hand around. Earth to Logan. Are you listening to me at all?

Not really, Logan admitted, busy thinking about this coming Sunday. Would you say that Im a people person?

Excuse me? I just told you that Diana Cline, your boyfriends ex, called to pull her case from us and thats what you ask me?

Logan contemplated Coles question with tight lips and a serious expression. As if we didnt know that was coming. Let her pull the case. Good fucking riddance, I say. And hes not my

Boyfriend?

Yes. We arent using labels. They make everything so

Real? Cole hazarded a guess as he tapped his knee.

Complicated, Logan was quick to correct him.

Whatever. Tate will have to go through all this shit again now, and this time, she will definitely mention that you two are together.

So fucking what? We were together after the fact, not before. Although, lets face it, she never would have stood a chance against me. I give really good head.

Cole frowned at him but said nothing. Logan thought about the stuck-up woman from the day before. That, of course, made him think of Tates sister and her reaction, and he felt a shiver race up his spine.

Sowould you say that Im a people person?

Bringing a hand up, his brother scratched the side of his head and finally smiled. This is about meeting Tates family, isnt it?

Rocking back in his chair, Logan tapped his fingers on the arm. Just answer the question.

You answer mine.

I asked first, and mine is more important.

Cole studied him for a moment. Are you a people person? Sometimes.

Coming forward on his chair, Logan questioned, What the fuck does that mean?

It means that sometimes you can be charming.

Logan felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Shoving his hand inside, he pulled it out to see Tates name on the screen.

You can leave now, he said as he answered the phone and brought it to his ear. Then he added, You were absolutely no help at all. Thank you for that!

Cole opened the door and gave a blas wave of his hand. As were you with my problem. Have a good day, brother.