Like any gentleman should.
Chapter Nineteen
Chrissy
Everything happens so quickly, and Logan only shows that he’s more man than anything else once it’s clear my dad wants to punch him.
There’s an imperceptible moment where Logan’s eyes meet mine and my dad’s hand becomes a fist, reaching up for Logan, who actually looks like he’s leaning into it a little for my dad’s benefit.
He has to be, there’s no way Logan would willingly take a punch from anyone… except for me.
I feel like launching myself between the only two men in my life.
But as quickly as it starts, it’s done and Logan explains things a little better to my dad and I can only tell them both how much I love Logan. How I’ll stick with him no matter what.
It’s a shock for my dad, but he’s worked for Logan for years now, and seeing a time of crisis for the company I can see that he’s already made his mind up and whose side he’s on.
The mention of us both being looked after changes my dad’s look. It also makes me think about more than just a necklace in a velvet jewelry box.
He takes a long moment to think things through, and even after Logan tells him he has indeed slept with me, I put myself between them both if only to stop any more violence. Which never happens, fortunately.
But my dad’s slumps back. And Logan only looks more thoughtful.
“So what do we do?” I ask, sounding more reasonable than hopeful.
Logan meets my stare with determination.
“We get through this, and I don’t mean your daughter and me, Charles,” he adds, turning to my dad again.
“I mean Logan Industries gets through this, and we all win,” he adds with a final tone of determination, settling his dark eyes back on mine.
I see a light go on in my dad’s eyes, he’s nodding and when he finally reaches out for my hands, I feel his love and acceptance of what’s nothing but a totally awkward situation.
“Seeing as we’re being straight with each other,” My dad says to Logan, “Can I tell you how much I hate the idea of being in charge of Public Relations. Almost more than I hate you taking my daughter from me? I’m an accountant,” he says awkwardly, and despite myself, I start to laugh out loud. Then Logan chuckles too and finally, we’re all smiles.
“We’ll talk it over again in the morning, for now, I want you to-” Logan starts to tell him, ushering him to the door after patting him on the back.
But Dad’s looking at me, waiting for me to join him.
I move towards the door, but Logan doesn’t look worried, I’m only hugging and kissing dad goodnight.
“I’ll see you tomorrow dad, okay?” I ask him, a little bit of pleading in my eyes, I’ll admit.
I feel a wave of relief when he nods slowly. I can see he’s hurt, but when he sees Logan take me under his arm, it’s pretty clear he can see I’m with the best man, the only man in the world who my dad would let his daughter be taken from him by.
Dad gives a little smile before closing the door, and both Logan and I know he’s not going home tonight.
If I know my dad, he’ll be working all night, getting all the accounting information he can to further back up his evidence for Logan. That’s just how he rolls.
“You gonna be okay?” Logan asks, holding me closer to him, his lip curling when I nod and smile up at him, my hand going just where I know he wants it.
“I’m glad,” he groans, and I let out a tiny squeak as he scoops me up in his arms, carrying me where I know he’s wanted me since we first met, what seems like ages ago but was only this morning.
His bedroom.
I would say ‘our’ bedroom, but this man’s tastes certainly need a woman’s touch.
Lots of big, chunky wood. Powerful furniture in leather and suede.
It’s nice, but…
“We don’t have too,” Logan says, easing me down onto the huge bed, making even his frame look smaller once he kneels next to me on it.
“Oh we do,” I blurt out, making him smile and I let him know, looking around that I was just thinking about something else.
“Like redecorating?” he asks, laughing softly as he reads my mind.
“Anywhere with you is fine by me,” I remind him, feeling fresh shivers up my spine as he slips his huge arm around my waist and pulls me towards him, kissing me hard and carefully unzipping me out of my dress before peeling it off.
“Now, let me look at you,” he says as I watch the bulge in the front of his pants lengthen and expand as he casts his relaxed eyes over me, making me feel like laying back and giving him something to look at.
Tearing at his new suit to get it off, he moans and grunts like an animal, his deep sounds traveling right through and making me excited at the thought of him claiming me again.
I notice him wrenching at his pants but taking care of his jacket, the jacket I know still has my picture in it.
I want to look at his body too, but he’s so eager to be skin to skin, I only steal a short view of his perfect muscular frame as it flexes effortlessly as he hovers over me on the bed.
My hand drifts up, touching his jaw and he winces.
“Don’t tell your dad,” he cautions me, “but he has a pretty mean right hook.”
I offer to kiss it better and he shakes his head, growling and curling his lip as his huge hand pulls my legs apart in one sudden movement.
“This is the only thing I need to make it better. Mine,” he tells me again, and I melt into his weight on top of me, gripping his firm body with my legs as I feel his rock hardness pressing deeper
