Page 68 of Unmistakably Us

His mood shifted suddenly. Logan seemed sad or remorseful, and January didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing. She just enjoyed the embrace, hoping he would be able to voice it, whatever it was. She didn’t have to wait long. When he sighed, she knew heavy words would follow, and she was slightly terrified. Does he regret us or is he slipping back into that place where he doesn’t believe he deserves happiness?

“January?” She chanced a glance up through her lashes at the pain that laced her name. “What Andy said, what…you know I can never give you kids. I mean, sure we could reverse it, but you know that’s no guarantee. I never thought I’d ever regret that decision…until I met you and you introduced me to this me.”

January couldn’t speak when he got choked up like that. Her man was hurting, but not for himself; he was hurting because he thought he had somehow wronged her with something he did before they met.

“I mean…we can try if that’s what you want. I’ll do anything to make you happy, even God forbid, let you…” Thank fuck he trailed off because January couldn’t take it a minute longer.

“Logan, I do want kids, eventually.” January felt his arms tense, so she spoke quickly, “But kids are the ones you choose, just like we chose each other, like Frank and Francis chose all of us. They don’t have to come from our bodies for me to be their Momma or you their Daddy. We’re proof that blood doesn’t make good parents automatically. You’ll be a great dad, you know?” January kissed his still lips. “But not for a long, long time, okay? I want you all to myself for a while. I’m going to be selfish like that for at least a year.”

Logan’s arms tightened around her almost painfully until he took a deep breath. “Good, because naked fighting could get awkward with kids running around.” She still wasn’t sure what that was all about, but she didn’t care. January was in the moment not thinking about the days to come, even if they involved nudity.

After a few short moments, Logan shifted slightly. January gave him room, and he reached between them. He kept one arm firmly around her while he messed with his phone. “I know this wasn’t the wedding you dreamed of, hell, we didn’t even have colors or get a wedding dance. At least I can fix one of those things right now.” He turned and docked his phone in the hotel speaker on the desk.

“Look at us. We had colors—blush pink, leather black, and,” she grabbed her hair and tossed it over her shoulder, “a hint of royal purple.”

“God, I fucking love you.” Logan held her face to his, drinking from her lips. He broke away, and the strong arms she loved returned where they belonged. He started swaying their bodies as the music started. January’s tears fell free against his chest when she heard Stone Sour’s, “Song #3” floating through the hotel room.

As the song was winding down, January looked up into Logan’s relaxed face. “You’re right, you know. It wasn’t the wedding I dreamed of. It was so much more.”

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January’s wordswere the ones he needed. Yes, he had come a long way, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t change years of programming overnight.

He only hoped he didn’t drive her away with his insecurities and constant need of reassurance. January, even with all she’d been through, was a confident person. Would she be able to understand his fears? All it took was a look in her hazel eyes and the answer was clear—yes, she would. Oh, but she’d have fun messing with him, of that he was sure.

The music shifted, and Logan grinned. It only took seconds for January to recognize it, too. Her laugh and playful punch told him that much. “That’s perfect. You are an ‘All American Nightmare.’” Logan released her, strolled past her, and sauntered over and relaxed on the bed. With his hands under his head, he just watched her appreciate his body.

“As much as I love that fucking dress, and I do love it, it’s time to lose it. First, take off the leggings and shoes, then peel it down slowly, revealing the rest of that red lacy fuck-me get up you wore for me.”

No one had ever worn lingerie for him before, and when he glimpsed it earlier, he about came all over her. It wasn’t like either of them had too many firsts to share with each other, and Logan felt good about his first being with her…until a unbidden thought raced through his head.

“How many of those teddies do you own?” That wasn’t the question he wanted to ask, but he also didn’t want to spoil the mood.

With leggings and shoes gone, January approached the side of the bed and pulled her hair to the side. “Just this one.” Logan leaned up and undid the back of her gown and dropped a kiss on her shoulder before returning to his previous position.

Gracefully, she returned to the foot of the bed, but more to the left where he had a full view. Her arms were free, and she held the dress to her breast. “So, you said you wore that for me. Did you buy for me too?” Damn it, shut the fuck up, you idiot. You’re going to ruin this night for her.

January let her arms drop and the dress followed and pooled around her calves. That was his first full view of the red lace kissing her skin, and he damn near choked on his tongue.

The top was cut low, all the way to her navel, the hips cut high, sitting atop her hipbone. She was exquisite. “Logan,” she started slinking toward him, “is this your way of asking if I wore this for someone else?”

Her eyes sparked but not with anger. Still flustered, he was tired of beating around the bush; she was on to him. Shit, he was already whipped, may as well embrace it.

“No. I’m asking if you’ve ever worn one for anyone else.” He pulled her down on top of his body and pumped his hips up involuntarily when the lace touch the skin exposed by his open zipper.

“No. Never. You’re the first and last man I’ll wear one for.”

Those words were jet fuel on a raging fire. He flipped her body under his and devoured her mouth. The kiss was more teeth than tongue, but he didn’t give a shit; he was her first in this too. It was ridiculous how such a little thing could mean so much, but it did.

When Logan felt January’s delicate fingers encircle his throbbing dick, a feral growl was ripped from his body. He remembered the special project he had for a wedding night activity, but he was reluctant to leave her. Finally, his pride won out. He knew if he fucked her first, the end result wouldn’t be the best representation of his cock as it could be, and he wanted the end result to be fucking impressive.

With great reluctance, he levered up off of his beautiful wife, leaving her in stunned silence, and went to his backpack. “What’s so important that you left me here on the bed literally lying in my own wet spot?”

Logan began laying out everything that came in the kit. “You’ll see.” The music shifted again. Now it was his turn to giggle. He had only planned the first song, everything else was a just random grab from his library, and of course, “Domino” would come up.

January sat up and started grabbing the different items, examining them and putting them back. Logan enjoyed the puzzled looks that crossed her beautiful face. When everything was there, he stripped and lied down on the other side of the bed.

Curious, she turned, dragging her knees up after her. Sitting on her hip with her legs curled beside her as she leaned over him, she looked like seduction incarnate. “Are you going to tell me about all that or do I have to guess?”

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