Page 139 of Shattered Souls
“Fuck, baby. I missed you. Don’t scare us like that again. I don’t think my heart could take it.”
Pulling back, I stare up into his concerned face. “I’m sorry,” I say the words loud enough for the others to hear, including them in my apology. “Believe me, I have no intention of doing that again. If I’d thought there was any other way...”
“We know, baby,” Logan assures. “Now, go sit down so I can bring you breakfast.”
“What about me?” Grayson grouses. “Are you going to bring me my breakfast?”
Logan looks him up and down. “You have working arms and legs, don’t you?”
Sneering playfully at Logan, he walks me over to the table and pulls out a chair for me, even though I’m perfectly capable of seating myself, before he stalks over to fill a plate with food.
Logan brings me one with double the amount of pancakes and eggs Grayson loaded onto his plate, and I give him a look as he sets it down in front of me. Aurora and Royce join us, and the five of us sit around the table while Grayson and I eat.
Once we’re done, Aurora grabs both of us by the hands and drags us into the living room, where we all squish onto the makeshift bed.Toy Storyis queued up on the TV, and someone hits play. With Aurora curled up on one side and the guys surrounding us, it’s the perfect day.
I must have fallen asleep, as when I open my eyes next, it’s only Logan and me in the bed. He’s sitting upright with his back pressed against the bottom of the sofa, typing away on his phone.
“Good afternoon, sleepy head,” he teases when I stretch. “Did you have a good nap?”
I nod. “How long was I out for?”
“A couple of hours.”
I glance around the room, listening for sounds deeper in the house. “Where are the others?”
“They took Aurora to the park and out for ice cream.”
“You know she’s going to become a sugar addict with the amount of treats you guys give her.”
He only grins like that’s exactly what he wants, and I roll my eyes.
“While we’re alone, I wanted to talk to you. Aurora is meant to start daycare this week, but with everything with Bertram, if you want to hold off, I can call to push it back.”
I purse my lips as I think about it. “What do you think I should do?”
“I think you should do whatever you think is best,” he starts, making me smile. “However, I also think we need to stop letting Bertram dictate our actions. He’s in the hospital and in no condition to come after either of you right now.”
I nod. “I agree. I think we should stick to the plan of enrolling her this week. I’m also going back to Lux this week. I had already messaged Tara before—” I wave my hand in the air, not actually saying the words—“but I don’t see the need to change my plans.”
Logan grins down at me. “I think it’s a perfect plan.”
Feeling warm from the glow of his praise, I take advantage of the time alone, just us, as I crawl up his body until I’m straddling his lap.
Dropping his phone onto the mattress, he lifts a hand to brush my hair away from my face. “How are you, really?” he asks, searching my eyes.
“I’m better than I probably should be,” I tell him truthfully. “Physically, I feel fine; I’m just sore and tired. I-I don’t want to think about what he made me do or the fact he’s still alive.” I slide a hand up his chest, loving that he never put on a shirt so I can feel the warmth of his body seep into my palm. “I’m here with you guys and Aurora, and that’s all that matters. That and how distractingly hot you are without a top on.”
He chuckles, his hands sliding down my arms and running up my thighs. I’m wearing an oversized top that belongs to one of them—I don’t even know who—and a pair of leggings thathave seen better days, but with his heated gaze on mine, I feel like I’m wearing the sexiest lingerie.
Once I’m done exploring his chest, I drag my fingers down the center of his abdomen until they meet the fine hairs of his happy trail. Reaching the waistband of his sweats, my gaze catches on the date he has tattooed over his hip. I brush my fingers over it and bite my lower lip as I look up at his face through my eyelashes. “I want you, Logan.”
He groans, a pained sound that’s half growl. “Just me, huh?”
I give him a coy smirk. “Well, all of you, truthfully, but since the other two aren’t here, I guess that will have to come later.”
“Sucks to be them,” he agrees huskily, fingers kneading my skin as he rocks me over his growing erection. “Fuck, Shortcake.” He glances toward the door. “We’ll have to be quick, though. I dunno how long we have until they get back.”
“I think we can manage that,” I tease.
