Page 116 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

“I understand,” I say, not knowing how to gently temper my mother’s wishes. “But can I have some time? Contrary to what people are seeing today, I just realized within the last week that I love my husband. I’d like to go on an actual date with him before our second ceremony.”

“Fine,” Mom groans, but then sets her sights on my eventual sister-in-law. “Now, Charlie! When is that son of mine going to get his head out of his ass and put a ring on your finger?”

With the interrogation lamp off me, I walk back toward the guys, who are still in their video game glory.

Actually, I’m just looking at Logan. Between the baby on his lap, the words I just said, and well, him, how could I not?

“I know that look.” Stella says as she slides up next to me.

“What look?”

“Like you want to fuck your man but your family is around so you can’t.”

“Stella!” I whisper yell. “I do not.”

“Liar.” She leans a little closer. “I’ll cover for you. Do what you need to do.”

“I don’t need to do anything,” I say. Though now that she’s put it in my head, I can’t get it out.

“Go. I got you. But be quick. I can only distract for so long.”

I smile and bump her shoulder. “I got you next time.”

“I know,” she says with a smile. “Now go! You’re on the clock.”

The guys are celebrating something. Well, everyone except Simon, whom I’m guessing just lost, and I take that opportunity to grab Logan’s hand.

“Hey,” I whisper and tilt my head. “Follow me.”

Without asking where we’re going, Logan places the controller on the coffee table, and hands Simon’s daughter back to him, as I do my best to discreetly sneak away with my husband.

“Is this the grand tour?” he asks.

“Something like that.” I look around for a second, making sure no one followed me, as I grab his hand and pull him upstairs.

I try to be as quiet as possible, which, luckily for me, doesn’t need to be too quiet since every member of my family is here, as I lead Logan into my old bedroom.

“Is this what I think it is?” Logan asks as his eyes move around the walls that look like I left the house last week, not twelve years ago.

“It is,” I say as I shut the door, lock it, and for extra measure, jam it shut by putting a desk chair under the knob.

“Love, I’ve been up front and honest that you married a certified nerd,” he says as he takes down my spelling bee trophy. “What I didn’t know is that I married one as well.”

“I wouldn’t say I was a nerd,” I say as I take the trophy from his hand and place it back on the shelf next to my valedictorian cords. “I just wanted to be the best. And since I clearly wasn’t going to do that on an athletic field, the classroom was the logical place.”

“Sure,” he pretends to agree, but also points out my district champion debate plaque. “And what about this?”

As much as I love when Logan compliments me on my brain or my work, right now I just need my husband to fuck me. So I do the only thing I can think of at the moment to make him focus on the task at hand—I take off my shirt.

“Oh…Oh!” he says, and I shush him immediately as I hurriedly shove down my leggings and panties.

“We don’t have long, Matthews. So quit looking at my trophies and take off your pants.”

He does as I ask, his switch flipping from surprised to aroused in a second. I take a moment to look around to figure out exactly where I want this to happen. The bed would get too crumpled and we’d have to remake it. The floor means someone could hear us if they walked below as we’re on the second floor. And against the door, while a good option for tidiness, is more of a sound problem than the floor.

But before I can make a decision, a shirtless Logan is behind me. His hard cock is pressing against my ass as his arms come around me, one hand around my waist while the other is gently placed at the base of my neck.

“I’m assuming we have to be quick?”

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