Page 67 of Unmistakably Us

Twenty-Two

The ceremony, if that’s still what you called it, was a blur. It was the paper and what was in their hearts that mattered, not the random words spoken by a judge.

They left the courthouse the same way they arrived, January’s wedding dress tucked in Logan’s leather jacket. They had their first fight as Mr. and Mrs. Chapman before they even got on Demon. Logan insisted they stay in a fancy hotel, because he felt she deserved it. She insisted they stay in the closest one so she could have her way with him.

Logan didn’t agree with the first one they saw but he did agree with her reasoning for it. So in true married fashion, they compromised—not the high-end he wanted to treat her with and not whatever pay by the hour they found, but a moderate hotel, with a nice suite.

They had to get off the bike in tandem, being connected by her dress. Logan unzipped his jacket and let the now wrinkled skirt drift down to swirl around her. She tried to smooth it out, but it was no use. Logan got her attention. “Leave it alone, Mrs. Chapman. You’re still as beautiful as ever and I love you, and as soon as I get you out of that dress, I’ll show you how much.” An all too quick kiss and he was leading her into the lobby shouldering both backpacks.

January caught their reflection in the mirror behind the check-in desk. “We look a mess, a happy mess, but a mess all the same.” After the gentleman gave them their card key, he disappeared. Logan made to turn, but January halted him. “Gimme your phone.” She pointed to the mirror. “Wedding portrait.”

Logan grinned that panty-melting smile of his and dropped the backpacks. He maneuvered them into position to get their full-length reflection and snapped a series of pics.

He handed her his phone and shouldered both backpacks, then scooped her up in his arms and practically ran down the hallway. January couldn’t remember feeling this free…happy. She hadn’t been a miserable person, but her happiness was always surface or just a few layers deep; this one went clear to the bone.

If she wasn’t overestimating her effect on Logan, he was too. Then she remembered. “Oh shit, what about Michael? Did you tell him? How did he take it? How did everyone take it?”

“Damn, Rabbit, slow down.” Logan stopped in front of the door bearing the number inked on the key card envelope. “I’ll summarize for you now, because once I open that door, no one else exists. The world will melt away until check out time tomorrow, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Yes, I told him and he reacted…not at all as I expected. He was actually a lot more welcoming than I would have been in his situation.” Logan nipped her cheek. “Most everyone else, the male half of the family anyway, knew the night before and took it beyond well.”

January slapped his chest. “Seriously? Who knew early and why?” January was blown away by that revelation.

Logan kissed her senseless. “All you need to know about that is, I needed sage wisdom and I got it. On a side note, we will be having all our disagreements naked. But as for everyone else, well, they all seemed to expect it. Not sure if it is just some sort of weird Panhandle voodoo, or the fact that not a single man could keep a secret from his woman. Either way, I’m in a good place with a family I never knew I wanted and an overly inquisitive wife, who is making me stand in a hotel hallway and answer questions when I could be feasting on her succulent pussy already, so if she’s done…”

January wanted to be done, she really did. She was also a curious person by nature, but her lady bits won out. “Okay, just one more, how much do you love me?”

“Fuckitall, Rabbit, do you want me to stand in the hall all night? You know I can’t put a value to it. I’m not good with numbers or poetic words and shit, but I love you as much as I am capable of love. Until you, I didn’t even know it was possible for me to love. I will love you through everything and anything and then whatever else you throw at me. Can’t you see? I’m fucking pussy-whipped. You can put a leash in my cock ring and lead me around through the town square and I would still fall at your feet and beg you to never leave me. However, you do that and I will serve all back to you in bed.”

“Wow, as far as answers go, that one was pretty damned phenomenal, poetic as fuck. Trailer park poetry has always been my jam.” January goosed him and discovered he was a lot more ticklish than he let on.

“Now, if you’ll reach in my pocket, grab the card key, and open the fucking door, I can dip my tongue in your pussy and we can play with some plaster.”

January wasn’t sure she heard that last part correctly and was about to ask when Logan shut her down.

“January, stop with the questions already or I will tie you to that fucking bed so tight, the abrasions won’t heal for a month.” Logan gritted the words through his teeth.

It turned January on to know that a man like Logan was on the ragged edge because of her. His threat didn’t sound like punishment at all; it sounded like foreplay. They’d discussed this aspect before, and she knew if they got back together, their relationship would progress to involve ropes and ties…at least she hoped.

When she reached for the key, she thought to ask just one more question. Not because she wanted anything urgently answered, but to see if he would follow through with that threat.

“January,” he scolded. When she dragged her gaze to his, he looked like sex on a stick. One eyebrow was cocked up and his tongue swept over his full bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, worrying it with his even teeth.

That was when she realized Logan was either very in tune with her or she projected her moves before she made them. She swallowed hard to keep from wrapping her legs around his waist and just getting fucked here in the hallway.

She leaned over and pressed the card to the door, and when the green light lit, she depressed the handle. Before she had a chance to draw her hand back, Logan kicked the door open and strode into the room.

Unceremoniously, he dropped her on the large bed in the middle of the room and shrugged the backpacks off. Before she could even slap all the satin out of her field of vision, Logan had toed off his boot and doffed his jacket and shirt.

January raised a hand to his chest. He fascinated her every time he got undressed. She traced the lines of ink while he removed his belt. She added her other hand, and she stroked up and down his chest, stopping to play with his nipple piercings.

Logan’s hands landed on top of hers. He guided her caress a few times before using them to pull her up from the bed. With their hands linked, he stepped back and accessed her. Letting one hand go, he raised the other and slowly twirled her around.

The appreciation in his eyes swelled her heart. “How did a loser like me end up with the likes of you…as my wife, no less?”

“You just got lucky,” January teased, and she fell into his arms. “But you’re not a loser, Logan. Not even close. You’re a good man with a big heart even if you never realized it, and just for the record, I’m the lucky one.”

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