Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
"Mm, I'd rather give her this instead," Logan says, holding something out in the palm of his hand.
I glance down at it and then gulp as everyone else at the table falls silent, staring intently at us.
"You're holding a ring, Logan."
"Yeah, baby."
"Why are you holding a ring?" I squeak, my heart slamming against my ribcage.
"We need popcorn for this shit," Diego mutters.
"Shut the fuck up, Diego," half the team growls in unison.
"You know why." Logan cups my cheek, forcing me to look at him. His gaze tangles with mine, deep and fathomless. So damn full of love it's overwhelming. "I told you last time I asked that you'd say yes the next time. Don't make a liar out of me. You know how much you hate when I lie."
A shocked laugh rips from my lips. "Are you seriously trying to manipulate me into saying yes?"
"If you aren't willing to play dirty, are you even playing, angel?" He smirks at me, humor dancing through his eyes. "What do you say? You going to make an honest man out of me, or are you turning me into a liar?"
I briefly consider teasing him. It's what I always do—tease him. Torture him. Drive him nuts. We're fire and ice, push and pull. It's part of what's so damn good between us. But that doesn't feel right this time. This time…there's only one word that feels right.
"Yes," I whisper.
"Fuck," he growls, crushing his mouth to mine.
"Does that mean she's marrying him or not?" Diego asks.
"Jesus Christ," someone mutters.
"Shut the fuck up, Diego!" someone else growls.
Half the table just laughs.
I don't really care what they're doing, though. Logan is kissing me and slipping his ring on my finger at the same damn time.
This is heaven.
Epilogue
Logan
Five Years Later
"Oh my god," Peyton moans, squirming all around. Her hands slip against mine. "Oh! I feel it."
"Fuck," I growl, my lip caught between my teeth so I don't lose it. I'm already sweating, barely holding on. Christ, it's so fucking hard. "Yeah. Right there, angel."
"Yes!" she cries, slipping her hand out of the way.
I press forward, growling as the pipe pops back into place.
Fucking finally.
"Jesus Christ," I grunt, falling back on my ass. "We're hiring a plumber next time your daughter breaks the bathroom."
Peyton wriggles out from beneath the sink, water dripping from her hair, dropping a little pile of Legos on the floor beside her. "My daughter?" she says, all indignation and sass. "You're the one who was supposed to be watching her."
"You're the one who decided to run around the house without a bra on." I shrug. "Can't blame me if I had my hands full while she was in here, dismantling the goddamn house." I didn't even know you could fit eighteen Legos down the damn sink at once.
Peyton laughs quietly, brushing wet strands of hair away from her face. "I was not running around the house without a bra. We both know I don't run. I was sitting on the couch, minding my business."
"Your hard little nipples were begging for attention, baby."
"Whatever." She rolls her eyes at me. "You're lucky Lauren and Roland got here when they did to pick her and Lex up or we'd have a whole flood on our hands." She glances at the disaster around us. We had to dismantle the entire fucking sink to get those damn Legos out. There are tools scattered in puddles of water all over the floor. "She's definitely your daughter, Logan."
I lean back against the door, chuckling. "You always say that when she's destroying shit."
"It's most true when she's destroying shit." My wife shoots me a cheeky grin. "She looks just like you when she's being a little terror."
I can't even deny it. Livvie does look just fucking like me when she's running around the house, trying to wreck it. But we both know her attitude is all Peyton. Just like we know her older brother is all me. Lex looks just like me. He acts just like me. He even growls at everyone who gets too close to his mom just fucking like me.
I appreciate the hell out of him for that. Peyton isn't nearly as appreciative, but that's because she doesn't get it. I know what I've got with her. It's the best goddamn part of my life. There's no fucking way I'm going to risk some other prick trying to move in on what belongs to me. I know damn well that she'd never go for it if they tried. But still…she's mine. End of story.
As far as she's concerned, I'm the only man who exists. She looks at me like I hung the moon for her. I intend to make sure she always looks at me that way. Five years isn't long enough. Hell, I don't think fifty will cut it, either. I need every single second I can get. A lifetime. An endless supply of them would be preferable.