Seeing a gun held to my head changed that for him.
Now, Logan’s okay having a small army surrounding me, guarding the house and the new life we’re building together. He’s gotten friendly with the guys on detail—telling them when they’re doing something wrong, calling them out when he catches them looking at my ass.
He hasn’t made any big employment moves yet, but he’s leaning toward starting his own security consulting firm. It’s something he’s good at, something he knows—it’s his calling, his duty, he says. For now, he’s okay money-wise, living off savings and focusing on finishing the house and recovering.
Whatever Logan decides to do, he’ll be successful—he doesn’t have it in him to be anything less.
The Queen was right. Love isn’t a cure; it doesn’t magically solve every problem. But it makes solving those problems worth it. Love is our inspiration, our motivation . . . and our reward.
Two weeks later
“Fucking Christ, do I love you.”
Logan’s voice melts against my ear, his breath tickling, his strong chest pressed against my back, his words making me wetter, where he’s hot and hard, inside me. My head lolls against his good shoulder and my arms rise to wrap around his neck behind me.
“Logan . . .” I sigh.
His fingers trace my lips and I suck one into my mouth, scraping the pad with my teeth. Then he slides his hand down, caressing my breast and pinching my nipple. It sends a jolt of sensation between my legs and my pleasure builds and builds. I turn my head, seeking his mouth—wanting his lips on mine.
And he kisses me, because he knows that’s what I need.
His hand slides lower, finding my clit, petting me in perfect time to the thrusting of his cock.
“Yes . . . yes,” I breathe against his mouth, my voice reedy.
I climb and climb and then I peak—soar. My back arches and everything tightens and contracts as waves of hot, blissful sensations tear through my body. Logan holds me to him with his strong arms as I spasm around him.
Then when I’m weak and chasing my breath, he gently guides my upper body down to the bathroom vanity counter. Resting my cheek against the cool marble, tenderly running his fingers through my hair.
Then, he fucks me.
Grasping my hips, hard and fast, he lets go, losing himself to how good it feels, grunting as he pounds into me. I love it when he comes—I can feel it, the hot pulse of his cock as his semen fills me, so deep inside. His rough, harsh gasp against my shoulder blade when he folds over me, thrusting and jerking one final, glorious time.
Then it’s all feathery kisses, soft and sweet and adoring. This is how we start our day.
Not too shabby.
After he slips out of me, I turn in his arms and kiss him fully on his minty-fresh mouth. And then I see the time on his watch.
“Shit! We’re going to be late. We can’t be late.”
I slip away from him and turn the shower on full blast.
Logan gives me a teasing grin. “So that’s how it is, huh? You got what you wanted from me.”
I giggle, turning back towards him to peck his lips. “Yeah, I really did.”
His pinches my ass, playfully. “I’m just a piece of meat to you.”
“No—you’re a sexy piece of meat to me. And I love you.”
His mahogany eyes go warm and light, almost golden. It’s how he gazes at me whenever I say those words.
After one more quick kiss, I hop in the shower—because we really do have to hurry. If we’re late, I’ll never hear the end of it from Livvy.
She wanted us to sleep at her and Nicholas’s apartments last night, but I wanted to stay here, in Logan’s house—our house. It’s my favorite place to be, even more favorite than a palace.
In record time, I’m out of the shower, hair dripping, my T-shirt sticking to my still-damp body, running out the door to the SUV in the driveway. My dress and Logan’s tux are waiting for us at the palace, where the glam squad will make me presentable.
Harry, a young, carefree security guard with shoulder-length brown hair, argues with Bartholomew, a bulkier bodyguard, in the driveway.
“You don’t have it in you, mate.”
“Oh, I have it in me—you can believe that.”
I have no idea what their pissing contest is about, but I don’t have time for it.
“You’re both gonna have my foot in your asses if somebody doesn’t drive me to the palace right now!” I yell.
They both look shocked.
And then they move their asses.
“She’s kind of a violent little thing, isn’t she?” Harry says to Logan as he climbs in the backseat with me.
Logan just laughs. And looks at me. “You’re going to make a good mum one day.”