Page 154 of Kings Fear No One
I smile. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in a tux… or whatever bikers wear to weddings.”
“And I’m looking forward to ripping your bridesmaid dress off you after it’s all over.” Logan rinses his mouth out with water, then grabs me by the hip ’til I’m pressed into his side. “I bet you’re going to look so damn gorgeous in it. Most beautiful woman there.”
“You’re biased.”
“So what if I am?”
I shriek as I tilt my head back and he buries his face into my neck. His kisses from last night still burn all over my skin. He only fuels the heat as his lips skim the length of my throat and he palms my backside, squeezing me in his hands.
It’s a new and overwhelming experience—a man being unable to keep his hands off me.
He can’t seem to fathom going more than a few minutes without touching me in some way. Kissing me. Nuzzling me. Inhaling my scent.
He’s literally addicted to me.
And I can’t say I feel much differently than him.
There’s a reason I’ve never felt happier and more at ease than when he’s around. His arms wrapped tightly around me.
We’re slow to finish getting ready for the day. We take Logan’s pickup truck to the Steel Saloon where we part ways. He goes off with Mason and some of the other guys to handle club business in the back office while I join Sydney, Korine, and Mick at the bar counter.
We have an appointment today at the local bridal boutique to finalize the fit of our dresses.
But it seems to be the last thing on Sydney’s mind at the moment—she practically has a vein about to burst in her temple while the others watch on, amused.
“What’s going on? Are we ready to head out to this dress fitting?”
“Sydney tried her hand at baking peanut butter cookies,” Mick answers. “As you can imagine, it didn’t go well.”
“I followed the instructions down to the letter!”
Korine giggles. “I told you I’d help. But nooo… you said you had it.”
“I thought I did! How hard can baking cookies be?”
“Apparently very hard. These things are like rocks.” Mick flicks one of the lumpy cookies, making it clang against the baking pan they’re resting on. The others laugh even more while I half smile, half frown.
“Wait, why were you baking cookies?”
“She was trying to surprise Mace,” Korine answers. “It’s their last night together before the wedding and she wants to prove she can do wifey-type things.”
“I said it would be a good idea if I learn to cook and bake. You know, for when we have kids.”
Mick’s thick white brows jump high on his forehead. “Oh, so you two are already planning kids, are you? Guess we know what you’ll be up to on the honeymoon!”
My hand instinctually falls to my stomach as I’m reminded I still haven’t shared with some of the others that I’m expecting.
Considering Sydney’s crisis about her charcoal peanut butter cookies, now isn’t a good time.
But something else comes to mind as I glance at the platter of burnt cookies.
Over the past few months Logan and I have experienced some of the darkest things two people can go through together. Though we’ve survived and come out the other side united and in love, some evils still haven’t been vanquished.
Some evils are still alive and breathing.
I’m never one to interfere with God’s plan… but what if I helped it along?
What if I’ve thought of another use for these cookies?
