8. Brynlee
CHAPTER 8
Brynlee
I ache from head to toe.
Like I was hit by a truck and then hit again.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I had no idea that was how I wanted my first time to be. I knew I wanted no restrictions from Logan, I wanted him to take me exactly how he wanted, and it was perfect.
Only a few days that I’ve known the man, and I’ve lost all sense. I’ve embraced my love for him completely, and now, I’ll take whatever is thrown at us. I know with Logan at my side, I’m strong enough to handle anything.
Including my father.
Tossing the sheet off, I stand on wobbly legs as I hear Logan and Carter laughing in another room. Padding quietly to the bathroom, the first thing I notice is a sizable hickey on my neck, and I realize I should be mortified—we aren’t teenagers—but it feels right. Possessive. A symbol of his ownership.
“Lord, Bryn, what is happening to you,” I giggle to myself.
A warm shower to relax my aching muscles is all I want right now, but a bath in his oversized jacuzzi tub might be what lures me in.
As I bend over to turn the water on, I feel Logan’s hands on me. “Hey, baby, wanna soak in the hot tub instead?” His heated breath on my ear makes me shiver.
“I don’t have a suit,” I point out.
He snorts. “Ever been skinny-dipping?” Grabbing my hand, Logan pulls me along behind him, stopping only long enough to slip one of his shirts over my head, and then maneuvering us out back.
“What about Carter? I thought I heard him.” I’d hate for the child to find us in here naked. I don’t want him to have a negative opinion about either of us.
“He’s in bed; it’s almost ten. You sleep like a damn rock, woman.”
“Oh.”
“He already knows.” That shocks me.
“Knows what, exactly.”
Logan takes the cover off the tub before answering me and turning it on. “Everything.” His answer doesn’t narrow down the possibilities.
“Care to elaborate?”
“I told him we’re together now. That one day, very soon, I’m going to marry you, and there will definitely be children in our future.”
Staring up at the house, I allow worry to consume me. I don’t want the boy to think less of me. He’s such a great kid.
“Stop stressing. He asked when the wedding was, and if we could have a boy first, then a girl, that way, he’ll be old enough to protect her when she starts dating.” Logan cringes as he thinks about it.
“A baby.” I’m sort of stuck on that now that it’s been mentioned a couple of times. This man was so deep inside of me that I felt him, and we didn’t use protection. “We could have a baby.”
“I sure as hell hope so.” He grins.
“Logan,” I censure him, but he just doesn’t care.
“Would it be so terrible? A little boy with my cocky attitude. A little girl with your soulful eyes and stunning smile. I’ll tell you, it’s all I can see now. And I’ll do anything to get it.” My heart rate continues to spike with each word he speaks, and hope blossoms so profoundly inside my chest, it steals my breath.
“It wouldn’t be,” I finally admit as Logan drops his joggers off his hips and pulls the shirt over my head before helping me in the hot tub.
Straddling me over his lap, I instantaneously feel his cock begin to grow, and I shake my head. “I loved earlier. It was more than my wildest dreams, but the girly bits hurt a bit right now.” His burst of laughter isn’t what I expected.
Crossing my arms, I grumble, “It’s not that funny.”
“No, baby, it’s not. But, girly bits?” I can see his point as I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t going to try anything, but I love being so close to you that we’re one. That so bad?”
My heart melts a little bit more. “How are you so sweet for an arrogant jock?”
“It’s all you, baby. All you.”
I know we have some pretty significant things to discuss about the future, but for tonight, I’m going to live in the moment and enjoy Logan for as long as I have him.
My father won’t allow this to last forever, and I’m too terrified of the risk of losing Hunter to fight him on it.
I need a miracle.