Logan's hand on my hip pushes me involuntarily closer to him. We're at a club in Monaco with a bunch of the racers and girlfriends. Charles had won his home race with Oscar in second and Carlos in third. Yet tonight, everyone is partying.
"You okay babe?" Logan asks, leaning down to whisper into my ear. I look up at him and smile.
"Yeah," I reply and wrap my arm around him. He smiles at me and holds me as close as he possibly can. Most drivers are drunk by now, but not Logan. He hasn't left my side or even ordered a drink when I've ordered one.
"Logan, do you want a drink?" I ask, looking over at him. His jaw is tight, as though he's trying to scare someone off or make himself look tougher. I glance around to notice a guy staring at me. He licks his lips as he begins to walk towards us. Logan's arm reaches around my waist, pulling me impossibly close into him.
"Come on darling," Logan says, whipping us around as the man nears. We begin walking but I stop when I feel a hand hit my ass. Alex, who happens to nearby, pulls me into him as Logan cracks his knuckles. I watch as Logan squares up with the stranger, beginning to throw punches. I see his legs move a couple of times, kicking the guy. Alex pushes me towards Lily, who graciously accepts me into her arms. Alex enters the fight, trying to pull Logan off the stranger. I can hear Logan screaming at the guy, telling him what he'd do to him if he was to lay another finger on me.
"You fucking touch her again and I will end you. She is mine. You have no right to go around slapping girls asses. Fuck you. Fucking piece of shit," Logan goes off on the guy, attracting attention of other drivers. You can tell Oscar instantly sobers up at the sound of his best friend screaming in a club. Oscar comes running over to help Alex, who seems to be struggling. Logan just keeps pushing them off of him so he can get back to the guy.
"Logan lets go," Oscar says, wrapping his arm around Logan's waist and trying to pull him away from the stranger. Oscar and Alex get Logan away from the guy, pulling him towards the exit of the club. Lily and I make our way outside through the back exit, Lando following us to make sure nothing happens. We thank him as he returns to partying after making sure we make it to the boys.
"Logie what the hell," I say, taking in his bloody knuckles and bloody nose. His hair is messy, little drops of blood in it. He smiles at me, a little bit of blood in his mouth.
"Hey darling, just taking out people who mess with you," he slurs slightly, smiling greatly at me and Lily. I remove my hand from Lily's and walk towards Logan. My hands go up to his face, holding the bloody man in my hands.
"Okay dear. Let's get you cleaned up at the hotel," I say, lightly letting go of his face. I say quick goodbyes to the others before pulling Logan towards the hotel. It's a short walk, five minutes at most. The time passes quickly as I navigate the way, having to constantly make sure that Logan is with me and hasn't somehow wandered off.
"Come on my little cowboy," I say as we enter the hotel room. I lead him to the bathroom and have him sit on the toilet lid while I clean him up.
"You're so pretty," Logan says, looking up at me through his lashes. I lightly smile, trying to disguise the blush that's quickly rising on my cheeks.
"Thank you Logie," I say as I grab a washcloth and lightly wetting it. I stand between his legs, leaning down to lightly wipe at his face. I start at his nose, wiping away the blood that has dried. I lift up his hand, cleaning off his knuckles. His body relaxes in my touch. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into him. His knuckles will definitely be bruised for a while, but his nose should be okay. I shimmy out of his grasp and toss the washcloth onto the countertop.
"Alright cowboy," I start, "let's brush our teeth and get ready for bed." He nods, grabbing my hand that I had reached out for him. He joins me at the counter to brush our teeth together, me desperately trying to get the taste of vodka out of mouth. Once done I change into an oversized pullover sweater and boy shorts. I make my way to the couch to lay down to sleep, but get stopped on the way.
"Cam," Logan's voice breaks the silence. I look up at him. "Please let me hold you tonight." I nod, pushing myself up off the couch and towards the American in the doorway. His arm wraps around my waist as he holds me close. I wiggle my way out of his arm and towards the right side of the bed. I plug in my phone to charge and situate myself in the bed, waiting for Logan to join. I pat the bed, waiting for him to come join. He runs over, almost like a golden retriever before sliding into the bed.
I slide up against him, his arms wrapping around my waist, holding me close to him. His warm touch leaves goosebumps on my arm as he traces shapes on me. I wrap my legs up in his, a way of telling him I'm not going to disappear if he loosens his grip.
"Goodnight my little cowboy," I mumble out, resting my head of his chest. I feel him put a soft kiss against my hair.
"Goodnight my love," Logan whispers as he traces his name and race number on my back, grateful to just have me close.
I think I could get used to this.
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american jesus // LS2
Fanfiction"Come on, Cowboy," I say as I take his hand in mine. My fingers fit perfectly between his callused fingers, as though our hands were made for one another. "I'd go anywhere with you," his voice is soft as we walk out of the paddock. -~-~-~-~-~- In w...
