Page 60 of Stitch & Steel
I sank further into Logan’s lap, his arms wrapped around me like bands of steel, warm and grounding. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his stubble brushing against my scalp.
“You cold?” he murmured.
“No,” I whispered. “Not even a little.”
He was my heat source, my safe place, the man who’d fought for me without hesitation.
I looked up at him, firelight dancing across the sharp cut of his jaw, those stormy eyes watching the flames like they could tell the future.
“I love you,” I said.
His gaze snapped down to mine, and everything stilled.
The guitar stopped. Scout thumped his tail once in the grass. Even the wind held its breath.
“I didn’t mean to blurt it,” I said quickly, nerves flaring. “It’s just true.”
He stared at me for a second longer—then stood in one smooth motion, lifting me with him. I squeaked, arms around his neck, heart racing.
“Logan?”
He didn’t answer.
He just walked—through the trees and across the yard, into the old barn behind the cabin. The scent of hay and earth and summer heat hit me like a memory. He set me down on a thick blanket beside a stack of bales and cupped my face like I was something precious.
“I love you too,” he said, voice low, rough. “You think I don’t? I’ve been loving you since you first glared at me over your grandma’s picket fence.”
He kissed me hard, no hesitation now. Just fire and truth.
My hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, until he laid me back on the blanket, his body pressed to mine. The heat between us built fast—his mouth trailing kisses down my neck,across my collarbone, every touch reverent but hungry. I sighed his name when his hand found the hem of my shirt and slipped underneath.
He whispered things I’ll never forget—how I felt like home, how nothing in this world could compare. And when he finally sank into me, slow and deep, everything else faded away. There were no rival clubs. No health scares. No cities or exes or what-ifs.
Just Logan and me, tangled up in moonlight and hay and love so real it nearly undid me.
When we lay there afterward, his chest against my back, our legs tangled like roots, I whispered, “This is all I’ve ever wanted. You. This. Us.”
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Then let’s make sure we never lose it.”
And in the dark, with the scent of earth and pine wrapping around us, I believed him.
Twenty-Two
LOGAN
It still catchesme off guard sometimes—the way the cabin feels like home now.
Not just a place I’m watchin’ over. Not just a job or a promise to the club. But home. Because she’s here.
Bella.
Hell, I still get hit by it in the middle of the night—how one summer flipped my whole world. And now? I’m planning something I never thought I’d want. Something permanent.
A life with her.
Gran saw it before I did.
After her hospital stay, when she was feelin’ steadier and meaner than ever—cussin’ out her IV like it personally offended her—she pulled me aside. Handed me a weathered leather bracelet. Said it belonged to the man who once made her believe love could ride fast and die slow.
