No Regrets, No Surrender(45)

Jazz froze, her expression torn between wonder and disbelief. “You love me?”

Logan’s jaw went slack. I’ll be damned. Nailed it. They’d exposed another vulnerability.

“It’s not your turn.” Zach smiled at her almost apologetically. “You still wanted to play the game, so if you want that truth or you don’t believe what I said, then you can ask again when you get that opportunity.”

“Truth or dare, Logan?” Zach interrupted the emotion roiling in his brain.

“Truth.” He never looked away from Jazz.

“Do you want to marry her?”

“Hell. Yes.” Not even a moment’s hesitation creased his thoughts. “Truth or dare, Zach?”

Her attention split as her head turned back and forth between them. Zach stared steadily at her, too.

“Truth.” His best friend grinned.

“Do you want to marry her?” Logan knew the answer, but she needed to hear it.

“Abso-freaking-lutely.”

“How does that work? I can’t marry both of you.” Frustration slurred her words.

“Not your turn, darling.” Zach kissed the corner of her mouth, and she turned toward him without missing a beat. Her arms wound around his neck, and Logan’s temperature climbed with her skirt. Her bottom flashed at him, all smooth pale skin and rounded curves. Although she’d gained back some of the weight she’d lost in the hospital, he wouldn’t mind adding a few more pounds to her athletic form.

His palms itched to touch her, and he locked his legs to stay put. Stick to the plan, Marine.

Zach pulled back first, his lips mere inches from hers as he stared at her. “Truth or dare Logan?”

“Truth.” He practically growled the word.

“Does it matter to you which of us she legally marries?”

“Nope. Jasmine Cavanaugh. Jasmine Evans. They both sound good.” He reached across the table and trailed a finger down her bare arm. She turned her sexy face to him, and he grinned at her. “Hell, keep Winters. I don’t care what you call yourself as long as you’re ours.”

“You guys make it sound so damn easy.” She shook her head, the blush in her face enhancing the darkness in her eyes.

“No. We’re telling you the truth.” Logan caught her chin in his hand and urged her to look at him. “Easy is for sissies. We’re Marines. We want this to work, we make it work.”

“What about kids?”

“What about them?” Zach asked a hell of a lot more gently than Logan would have managed. “Don’t think we would make great dads?”

“I think you would make awesome fathers. Both of you. But I can only get pregnant one at a time—what if—what if it matters whose child it is?”

Logan squinted. They’d debated a lot of what went through her head. That subject hadn’t come up. He tried to imagine her pregnant, her tummy rounding and swelling with a baby growing in it. His gut jerked at the mental picture. She’d look so fucking gorgeous. It would soften the harder planes of her body, thicken her waist, her hips would spread. His cock strained to the point of pain.

He added the knowledge that it was Zach’s baby in her belly. Would I really care?

“See, not such an easy question.” Jazz bit her lip and her vulnerability struck him.

Her inner strength amazed him. It fueled her struggles, turning her challenges into battles to be overcome—but this mattered to her. We matter. We matter and if we fuck it up—that’s what she’s worried about. She doesn’t want to hurt us, but she doesn’t want to be hurt.

“We plan.” Zach broke the silence, and he held up a hand when she opened her mouth as though to talk. “We plan for it. I’d love your child whether it was mine or his. Hell, fucked up as it sounds, I’d love it if it belonged to some other guy.”

Violence flooded Logan at the very idea. He’d strangle any other man who tried to put his hands on her. But Zach’s gaze ordered patience so he kept his mouth shut.

For now.

“We plan for when you get pregnant. We’re practically a condom ad now. We don’t get pregnant till we decide to do it and then we flip a coin. Or draw straws. Whoever goes first, the other goes second. That means two kids guaranteed, babe. But only if you want them. If you don’t want kids, we don’t have to have them.”

“What if I get pregnant anyway? Condoms break. Accidents happen.”

“I am sure as shit not missing out on a life with you based on a ‘what if,’ Jazz.” Logan stood and loomed over both of them. His patience was done. “You’re in or you’re out. Everything else is crap we can deal with. Marry us. I don’t care what the law says or whether we can file it only once, you marry Zach, you’re marrying me and vice versa. We’re a package deal. What’s your answer?”