Page 15 of Fighting Happily Ever After

She made him crazy. She made himfuckingcrazy. And she had no idea the power she had over him. He hated it. But at the same time, he craved it. She was the biggest challenge of his life and just when he thought he was getting somewhere with her, getting through to her so she could finally understand that what he wanted with her was so much more than abetor ascrewor whatever else she thought he wanted from her—just when Logan thought she understood and maybe, just maybe she felt the same way—she pulled away.

No.Sheranaway.

He’d never seen a woman so fucking afraid of letting someone else in. She’d always been that way, too. How was it that she could be so bloody different from her identical twin sister? Hope had always led with love. Her heart was wide open and ever since they were kids, she believed wholeheartedly in the idea of happily ever after. Even when Logan’s cousin Levi had broken her heart and left her behind, she never stopped believing.

And then there was Faith. Something had happened to her along the way to make her cynical and hard. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure it out. And he’d spent most of his life trying. When she moved away after high school, he’d thought that once and for all he’d get her out of his system. After all, out of sight, out of mind. Logan had almost thought himself successful, too. But all it had taken was one look at her, one word off her sharp tongue, and he was totally lost again.

They spent the next few hours working in silence, getting the wedding set up. After almost a whole summer of it, they worked pretty well together and it didn’t take nearly as long as he’d thought. Still, when the last napkin was folded, they were both exhausted.

Ever since Logan had forcibly moved into her house, he’d slept on the couch in the living room. Moving in unannounced had been a bold move, even for him, but he was pretty sure he would have been pushing it to try to snuggle up with her right away. Although he would have been more than happy to, and it had always been the goal. Still, he didn’t want to push her too hard, too fast.

The silence between them had only grown thicker as Logan followed Faith up to her room so he could brush his teeth. He saw her watching him. Maybe she was waiting for him to speak first. Make the first move after what she’d said to him in the barn.

Trying to win the bet.

He couldn’t pretend those words hadn’t hurt. Especially because he knew they weren’t true. He knew in his heart that this wasn’t just about a bet. It couldn’t be.

She was waiting outside the bathroom when he came out. She’d changed into the shorts and T-shirt he’d come to know were her pajamas. The shirt was a size too small and hugged her breasts tightly, outlining every single curve. Logan’s body reacted to the sight of her, his cock twitching in his pants.

“Okay,” she said. “Thanks for all your help tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.” She moved to walk past him. No doubt she assumed he’d excuse himself to the couch the way he had every other night. But something about her standing there watching him the way she was, and the way she’d spoken to him in the barn earlier, had shifted something.

He moved to block her path into the bathroom and pressed an arm against the wall behind her, framing her in with his body. Her eyes grew wide, and her breath came quick. Logan let his eyes drift down to her breasts straining against the tight shirt. Her hard nipples formed two perfect peaks under the cotton and he yearned to reach out and touch them. Cup her breasts in his hands and roll each nipple in turn between his thumb and finger. Just thinking of it made his cock grow thick between his legs.

His voice was low and gruff as he leaned in so he was only inches from her mouth. “I’m not sleeping on the couch tonight, Faith.”

She opened her mouth, no doubt to protest, but he wasn’t going to give her the chance. His lips pressed to hers and his free hand slid up her body, just resting under the swell of her breast. He fanned his fingers out, needing to touch as much of her as possible.

A low moan escaped her throat, and he swallowed it down as he kissed her deeper. Enough was enough. Whatever it was that was going on between them, it was more than time for this.

Logan pressed his body against her hips, pinning her to the wall so he could free up both hands to travel the length of her. This time, he slipped his fingers under the cotton of her shirt and pulled it up as he moved. She didn’t protest, but only groaned again, deeper, as her knees buckled a little. He lifted the cotton up and over her breasts and, needing to savor the moment, pulled away from her mouth, long enough to take in the sight of what were the most beautiful tits he’d ever seen in his life.

He’d always known she was perfect, but to see her for the first time was something else. It was his turn to groan. His need for her was unmatched. “Fuck, Faith. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Again, he didn’t wait for her to respond, afraid she’d pull away or run again, not letting herself have this. His mouth crashed to hers once more, in a kiss more intense and demanding than ever before as his hands cupped each of her breasts. Just as he’d imagined, they filled his palms perfectly. She groaned and squirmed beneath him, and when he took each nipple between his thumb and fingers and pinched, just a little, her knees buckled.

“Logan…I…”

He pulled away so he could look her in the eyes. Her lids were heavy, her lips parted and slightly swollen from their kisses. Her breath came in short pants, and he’d never seen her looking sexier.

He held his breath, willing her not to push him away, but knowing that if she said the word, he’d walk out of her room and sleep on the couch.

She swallowed hard and looked him in the eye. “This doesn’t mean you won.”

Logan’s stomach flipped and his lips curved up into a grin. “Of course not.”

She threw herself forward and kissed him hard. Her hands slid under his shirt and lifted it up. He pulled back long enough to let her yank it up over his head and toss it behind him before her mouth was on his again. It was his turn to groan.

He moved his mouth down her neck, kissing and biting, sure that he was leaving a mark behind, but he didn’t care—and judging by the sexy noises she made, she didn’t care either.

He needed her shirt gone. He tugged it up and over her head. Her long blonde hair fell in gentle waves, just covering the tips of her breasts. Still up against the wall, he bent and sucked one nipple into his mouth. He bit down gently, but enough to get a reaction out of her. She wiggled beneath him and pressed her hips into him.

“Damn, woman.”

Logan took a step back so he could slip a hand between them and into her tiny sleeping shorts. Just as he’d known she would be, she was wet and ready. He would have liked to take his time, but the heat building between them wasn’t going to allow for it. He pressed one finger inside her moist heat and she groaned.

“Oh my God, Logan. I—”

He pressed another finger inside her, cutting off the words before they could form. “Were you saying something?”

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