Page 35 of It Shouldn't Be You
“Cut the shit. I know if I clocked his behaviour out there, you two sure as hell would have as well. What if he’s going back on his word about having a mistress?” I can barely choke out the words without wanting to throw up, and the burning in the back of my eyeballs has me wanting to shake some sense into myself. We don’t let men have this much power over us. Shoulders back, smile in place, and fuck the noise.
“Trust me, his mind will be blown about the fact you’re all his. And if he had any complaints, he would have voiced them. Men aren’t anywhere near as shy about this shit as we are.” Cora’s tone should have me nodding along and relaxing, but Lily’s silence speaks volumes.
“If he’s out there, making plans to fuck you over, I will kill him.” Jumping at the deep voice that’s out of place in the girls’ bathroom, I look behind Cora to see Cole in the doorway looking downright murderous.
“How the hell did you get in here?”
“Owen was worried. Now how about we go back out there and show that husband of yours just who he’s messing with?” As quick as his need for violence arose, it’s replaced with his trademark smirk and with an arm tossed around my shoulders, he leads us back out into the fray with my girls on our heels.
“You’re awfully quiet today,” Logan comments as we pull up to the compound a few all too short hours later. Coming back to the table with Cole glued to me had Logan putting his phone away and pinning us under his gaze, and while part of mewanted to bask in his attention, the constant vibration of his phone soon squashed that desire.
“Just lost in thought,” I answer as we make our way inside to a series of barks and meows.
“Aw, did my babies miss me,” I coo, dropping to my knees to hug them as they come running. The love from animals is unmatched. No matter what’s going on, these fur babies will always be there to offer comfort and love and ask no questions.
“I think it’s safe to say they did. Rocky here laid outside your door whimpering the whole time,” Peter tells us as he greets us.
“Everything else go smoothly?” Logan asks as he closes the door and comes to stand at my shoulder.
“Yes. It was quiet, there’s an Old Guard meeting you need to attend at twelve tomorrow but other than that, nothing of note has happened.” Peter claps Logan on the back and makes his exit.
“Who is this Old Guard? I’ve been meaning to ask but wasn’t sure if it was my place.” Getting to my feet with Teddy in my arms, we head into the living room.
“I’m of the opinion there’s no point hiding shit from you. As long as it’s not actively going to harm you, I’ll tell you pretty much anything. The Old Guard is made up of the head of five families, and they vote on a lot of shit that happens here to give the facade of a democracy.”
“Sounds fake if you ask me.”
“That’s because it pretty much is.” He snorts as he takes a seat on the sofa, Rocky jumping up onto his lap as I sit beside them.
“Now do you feel like telling me what’s been wrong today? Do you regret last night?” He pins me under his gaze.
“No, it’s not that. It was good for you too, wasn’t it?” I peek up at him from under my lashes, fighting the blush that wants to take over my face.
“Was it good? It was fucking amazing; I’ve been thinking about it all day. What’s put that doubt in your head?” He takes a grip of my chin and tilts my head up to meet his gaze.
“I’m not stupid, Logan. You’ve been glued to your phone all fucking day like it’s the hottest thing in the room. If you think I will just happily sit beside you while you sext—”
“Princess, what the actual fuck are you on about?! Last night was the single hottest experience of my life. Like hell am I going to throw that away. Which is exactly what I’ve been texting Alex about. There’s been no fucking sexting going on. I’ll wipe those doubts clean out of your brain if it’s the last thing I do,” he growls before wrapping his hand around my throat, tilting my head back and claiming my mouth as his.
Chapter 29
Is she out of her fucking mind?
“I’m going to prove to you just how much I want you,wife,and you’re going to take everything I give you, got it?” I snarl, ripping my mouth from hers.
“Logan, seriously. There’s no need to go out of your way to reassure me.” She tries to brush me off, shaking her head to clear the dazed look and getting up.
“If you think for one second I’m doing anything short of what I want to do, you’re sorely mistaken, Abigail. You are my wife, and I want you with every fibre of my being. I wake up thinking about you, I go to bed dreaming about you, wondering when you’ll allow me to hold you, to touch you, to worship you,” I rasp as I stalk towards her, watching her eyes widen. She stumbles back until she collides with the wall.
Her breath hitches, eyes locked on mine, her body tense yet expectant as the distance closes between us. I place my hands on the wall, caging her in with the presence of my body just inchesaway from hers. The intensity in my gaze doesn't falter as I lean in, my voice a low murmur only she can hear.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me show you just how perfect you are for me or am I going to have to make you behave, huh?”
A whimper is her only response, so with a smirk, I let go of her throat before dropping to my knees in front of her.
Locking gazes with her, I push her top up to expose her lower stomach. Pressing open-mouth kisses just above the waistband of her jeans, I wait until I have her panting and trying to thrust her hips closer to me, before I undo the button and zipper with my teeth.
“Please, Lo. I’ll be so fucking good,” she begs as I teasingly lower her jeans, kissing every inch of exposed skin but purposely ignoring her most intimate areas. Quirking my eyebrow at that declaration, I leave her jeans around her ankles, stand up, spin her around, and grab a fistful of her hair to encourage her to bend over.
