I barely controlled my voice pitching high when I asked, “What?”
“You meet her. You two connect. Not sayin’ you guys are gonna be best buds. What I’m sayin’ is, you meet her, you connect, we do somethin’, the three of us with the girls. Maybe not dinner but maybe she drops ’em off here, comes in, you make her welcome. She has a drink and a chat, takes off before we take the girls out to do somethin’. They see you and Deb gettin’ on and Deb supportin’ what we got, they’ll move toward doin’ the same thing.”
This was actually somewhat ingenious.
“That’s not a bad idea, Low.”
His brows shot up in manly affront. “I know it’s not.”
“Are you...?is she...??” I shook my head and started again. “Are you sure she’s cool with meeting me?”
“She wants me happy.”
I stared at him again.
Then I muttered, “I seriously don’t get what you had with her.”
“Two kids. That’s it,” he replied, even though I didn’t expect a response. “It’s totally fucked. Lived the whole time with her knowin’ that. It’s just the way it is with her. She’s not a woman you love. She’s not even a woman you try to make happy ’cause you’ll fail. She’s just a woman. And she’s good with that. She says she’s happy. Cleo says she’s happier without me there. She’s got what she wants, two daughters she can give what she’s got to give without tryin’ to pretend she has somethin’ with her man. But she’s also a decent woman and she says she wants me happy. I believe that because she’s a decent woman. Now we both got what we want so it ain’t fucked anymore. It just is.”
“I have to admit, you having a non-psycho, pining, or pissed-off ex is definitely a plus to our ongoing situation,” I blurted.
Logan grinned.
“Yeah. Deb gave me two beautiful girls and not much else. But she’s givin’ us that. Outside my girls, best thing she can give.”
As insane as that was, it was also true.
I stood, and since he didn’t move an inch when I did, this put us deep in each other’s space.
When I got there, I pushed my hands in his cut so I could curl them in the sides of his shirt.
Only then did I carefully advise, “You need to have more patience with Zadie.”
Logan lifted his hands and rested them lightly where my neck met my shoulders. “She’s had ten years of patience from her old man, baby. This is a monster I created. It’s tough work, I didn’t like doin’ that to her, but I gotta do the work to beat back the monster and bring out my little girl. I know she hasn’t givin’ you any of it, babe, but when she’s not bein’ like that, which she’s never been as bad as that, but she still can be a princess, she’s sweet as can be. God’s honest truth. She’s funny and full a’ love. And I want her to give you that.”
“I understand that,” I replied. “But you need to have more patience, Logan.”
He looked into my eyes before he agreed by nodding.
I let go of his shirt, pushed closer, and wrapped my arms around him, tipping my head way back as I erased any space between us while watching him tip his head way down to keep my eyes.
“You only had half of what you wanted for a long time. I understand tasting the promise of getting it all and wanting that to happen now,” I said quietly.
“Yeah,” he murmured, stroking my throat with one of his thumbs.
“What you have to get, Snooks, is that we’re all here, all you wanted you now have, and things might not be great right now, but we’re not going anywhere.”
He dipped his head even closer so all I could see was his eyes and I could feel the whisper of his nose.
“Yeah,” he repeated, sweeping his thumb along my jaw.
“Now, are you okay?” I asked, and watched his eyes smile.
“Yeah,” he said again.
“Good,” I whispered.
“Be a whole lot better, you dropped to your knees and got down to business.”
I felt my eyes widen then narrow before I rolled them to the ceiling.
“Sex on the brain,” I said to the ceiling.
“Babe, you haven’t blown me in three days.”
I rolled my eyes back to him. “You’re counting?”
“Do I have a dick to be blown?” he asked.
“Yes,” I snapped.
“Then fuck yeah I’m counting.”
I unwound my arms from him so I could plant my hands on my hips, suggesting, “How about we make that thirteen days?”
“You can keep your mouth from my cock that long, have at it.”
“Like you’re down with that,” I scoffed.
“Nope,” he said. “But done with this conversation seein’ as I’m about to be down on something else.”
“Logan!” I snapped.
He moved a hand to my chest, pushing me so I fell over the arm of the couch.
I landed and had no chance to get my body under my control before his hands clamped on my hips and yanked them to the arm so my ass was resting there.
Then they went to my zipper.
“Logan,” I whispered.
In the end, it was Logan who dropped to his knees.
He didn’t mind.
I didn’t either.
I so didn’t.
Not even a little bit.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Stop It
Millie
LOGAN CAME.
I swallowed.
Then I suckled, licked, stroked, and finally left his cock to kiss my way up his chest until I could rest my weight on him and work my mouth under his ear.
He wrapped his arms around me.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he muttered? sounded satisfied, languid, and happy.
Suffice it to say, I hadn’t been able to hold out thirteen days.
Just five.
But I made it that five.
He rolled to take us to our sides, one of his hands sliding down my spine to my ass.
His mouth was under my ear when he murmured, “Your turn.”
As it always was with Logan.
You give.
You get.
I grinned.
Then I got my turn.
*??*??*
“Okay, straight up, that shit is cray-cray.”