“Askin’ you to marry me,” he says, his voice full of nerves, and I suck in a breath as I look at the ring. I meet his eyes again, shaking my head, and he starts to pull away. I grab him and keep him from backing away from me.
“Nothing sounds better than a lifetime with you, Logan, but I can’t say yes right now.”
His brow crinkles, and the hurt in his eyes kills me. “Why the hell not?”
I have no idea how Chris would react if he saw a ring on my finger, and as much as I hate the fact that he’s controlling my life, I can’t let anything happen to Logan. He’s everything to me. I just hope he understands. “Because I’m afraid of what will happen to you if I put that ring on my finger. I can’t lose you.”
He studies me for a second before understanding dawns on his face, and he cups my cheek. “You’re worried about me?”
“More than you know. If I can do this one thing to try and keep you safe, I will.”
“But you’re saying yes?”
I nod, fighting back a smile. “Yes, I guess I am. Only you and I can know about this, though. And I need you to hold on to that ring for me.”
“Kitten,” he says, his voice soft as he pulls me into him with a smile on his face, “I don’t give a shit about anything else as long as you promise that I get to make you mine forever.”
“Oh, that ship sailed a long time ago. You’re stuck with me.”
“Perfect,” he growls, his face a mask of possessiveness as he claims my lips and grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb over my left ring finger, marking me as his.
Chapter Thirty
Alison
“I’m sorry we couldn’t stay there longer, Kitten,” Logan says as we pull up in front of the house. I turn my head to look at him and smile.
“I’ll forgive you if you promise to take me back there often.”
He grins and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers before he lifts it and presses his lips to my skin. “Anything you want, Sweetheart.”
“You keep saying that and you’re going to be very good at this marriage thing.”
He laughs and pulls me across the seat, tucking me under his arm. “Yes, Your Highness.”
“It’s Your Majesty,” I correct him, and he actually looks contrite.
“My mistake, Your Majesty. Please forgive me.” He places our joined hands over his heart and practically gives me puppy dog eyes.
“Ooh, a quick learner, too. A plus, Mr. Chambers.”
His eyes heat, roaming my body like I’m prime rib as he licks his lips. “Have I ever told you that I’ve always had this sexy teacher fantasy?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head as I reach up and brush my lips against his, “but I’m very interested.”
With a growl, he claims my lips in a vicious kiss, pulling me onto his lap in the cab of the truck as his hand squeezes my ass. He pulls away, breathing hard as his gaze lights a fire across my skin.
“Inside,” he barks, opening the door, and I scramble off him as fast as I can, excited to see where this is going to lead. He goes to the back to let Bear out, and as I walk up the sidewalk, I hear his boots slapping against the pavement behind me. The next thing I know, I’m being tossed over his shoulder.
“Hey!” I squeal, laughing, and he smacks my ass. “I thought we were doing a school teacher bit not a caveman bit.”
“Change of plans. In fact, anytime that you offer to do the school teacher bit I might just get so fucking hard that it turns into a caveman bit.”
“We should get you a club,” I tease.
“Don’t tempt me, Ali.”
Laughing, I smack his ass as he unlocks the door, and he turns his head into me, sinking his teeth into the side of my ass. Just as the front door opens, the roar of bikes fills the air, and I look up as two of them stop in front of the house.
“Hey, what are you two doing here?” I ask as soon as they turn off their bikes.
“We interrupting something?” Kodiak asks, laughing as he climbs off his bike.
“Yes,” I say at the same time that Logan tells them no and I turn, scowling at the back of his head.
“We’re here for bodyguard duty,” Smith says, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back on his bike.
“Well, could you come back later?” All three guys laugh at me, and I huff as I struggle to hold myself up to look at them.
“Sorry, Darlin’, no can do. But if y’all are into role-play, we could act out The Bodyguard. Really get me motivated to lay my life on the line for you,” he says, winking at me, and I shake my head.
“Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?” Kodiak asks.
Smith sighs. “It’s a movie. Haven’t any of you idiots ever had a girlfriend? It’s a girl classic like The Notebook.”
Kodiak and Logan both start laughing as Smith and Kodiak start walking up to the porch. “Wait, are you telling me that you’ve watched The Notebook?”
“Whatever. Shut the fuck up,” Smith grumbles before turning back to look at me. “What do you say, Sweets? You play Whitney and I’ll play Kevin?”
“Only if you have a death wish,” Logan growls, and Smith grins at him. “Why don’t you just go to a bar and pick up some pussy that won’t cost you your life?”
I smack Logan in the back of the head for the pussy comment, and he sighs. “Not talkin’ about you, Kitten.”
“Whatever, man. Don’t mind us. We’ll just sit out here and listen to the show.”
“That’s not fucking happening,” Logan growls, setting me down on my feet before pulling me into his side. Kodiak and Smith join us on the porch, sitting down in the rocking chairs on either side of the door.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Miss Ali. You’re safe with us here,” Smith assures me, and I smile through the sudden panic that hits me as I realize that I’m back where Chris can find me. Logan ushers me inside and pushes me up against the entryway wall before the door even closes all the way. Warm lips press against my neck, and I sigh, gripping his shirt in my hands.
“Babe,” I whine, pushing on his chest. He pulls back and looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “I need to go take a shower. I smell like fish.” I make a face, and he laughs as he pulls away from me.
“All right, you get in the shower and I’ll join you after I check out the house, okay?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip as I trail my fingers down the front of his body, stopping just above his cock. “Don’t take too long.”
“Devil woman,” he whispers, smacking my ass as I skip off toward my bedroom with a smile on my face. Bouncing into my bedroom, I sit on the edge of my bed and fall back, spreading my arms out on either side of me as I sigh, so blissfully happy that it almost hurts.
I hear Logan moving around the house and I sit up, wanting to beat him to the shower. The look on his face when he walks in and I’m already all wet and soapy is one of my favorites. As I push off the bed, I reach for my shirt and start to pull it up as I turn to face the bed. It gets halfway up my stomach before I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. I stare at the window, my heart pounding like a bass drum in my ears, and peer into the darkness, trying to see if anything is out there. I could have sworn that I just saw someone there. Or maybe one of the guys passed by on their rounds.