Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (best fiction novels .txt) 📗

“She doesn’t fucking hate me. We just…have some tension. Tension that would go away if she let me sleep with her.”

“Didn’t she once call you Channing Tatum? And as an insult, not a compliment,” Blake says.

“How can that be an insult? I mean, I’m straight, and even I know that guy is hot. He’s not called Magic Mike for nothing.”

“Maybe you’re just too hot for her,” Jace pipes up. “Some chicks feel intimidated by good-looking men. Or maybe it’s because you’re a dirty dawg and she doesn’t know where it’s been,” he says, nodding down to my crotch, shit-eating grin on his face.

“Fuck you. I’m clean.” I shove him back, scowling. I glance back over to Ally, who’s now laughing at something Nate said. “She isn’t intimidated. She seems to like Nate just fine, and we’re identical twins.”

“Wow, I love how you’re trying to come up with anything that explains why she doesn’t hate you when in fact she does,” Jace says with a deep chuckle.

“Dude, you’re just strung out because she’s the only woman in the universe who hasn’t fallen for your charm,” Blake adds.

That might be a little true. I’ve had girls fawn over me since I hit puberty, but the one person I want fawning over me hates my guts.

“Just cut your losses and find another woman, one who’s willing to fuck you,” Blake says.

“It isn’t about just fucking her,” I tell both my brothers. “I really like her, and the more she resists, the more determined I am to impress her.”

Blake lets out a long breath before raising a brow to Jace. “I hope this shit isn’t contagious. First, Nate, and now Logan. If there’s a bow and arrow filled with love potion, I want the antidote, so I don’t turn into this pussy-whipped moron here.”

Jace roars out with laughter while I subtly raise my middle finger along the edge of my bottle at the pair of them.

“I’ll tell you what,” Blake begins. “If you can get Miss Beauty Pageant over there to fall in love with you by the time Nate and Remi get married, I’ll give you my car.”

I let out a low whistle. Because, damn, he loves his Porsche.

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he drawls.

I suspiciously eye him, wondering why he’d bet his car. Then, a second later, I understand. That motherfucker. He doesn’t think I can make her fall in love with me. Now, this makes me more determined to prove him wrong, just to piss him off when I get to drive his car into the sunset. A lawyer betting against a cop. This should be fun.

“Fine, you’re on. But when I win, don’t come crawling back to me, crying for your car, because once she’s mine, I’m not fucking sharing.”

“Who, the car or the girl?” Jace pipes up.

“Both.” I beam.

My eyes instinctively go over to Ally, and I swear, my heart jolts in my chest as I find her eyes solely on me. And what’s even more perfect? The guy she was with is nowhere to be seen. I smile, and she quickly looks away, but I don’t miss the blush creeping along her cheeks. Yep, chicks who blush definitely don’t hate you, and eventually, I’ll make her realize that, too.

Now that she doesn’t have the creepy dude attached to her, I take this as my cue to say hi.

“Now, if you will excuse me, a pretty lady is waiting.”

And with that, I leave my brothers behind with Blake betting Jace ten bucks if Ally knees me in the balls within the first thirty seconds of talking to her. Asshole.

Ally’s eyes flick to mine. When she notices I’m approaching, her eyes grow, and she does this lip-biting thing whenever she’s nervous, which I find to be a fucking turn-on. She avoids my eyes and focuses solely on my brother and Remi, but I make it hard for her to avoid me as I place an arm around her shoulders.

“So, I guess congrats are in order?” I ask her, getting a sweet whiff of perfume. God, she smells incredible.

She barely glances toward me, but she doesn’t push my arm off her.

“Why? I’m not the one getting married.” She rolls her eyes.

“But you’re the maid of honor, and with me as the best man, things might finally get dirty between us,” I say with a waggle of my brow. “It’s a tradition; the best man always gets with the maid of honor on the wedding day.”

She looks up at me, a frown on her face, clearly unimpressed. “Traditions are stupid, and just because you’re the best man doesn’t mean you’ll be getting with this maid of honor. Plus, I’ll be bringing a date anyway.”

“Who, the preppy boy who’s gone to use the big potty?” I ask mockingly.

She just rolls her eyes again. “What’s your problem with him? Ever since you met him, you’ve just been a dick.”

I can feel Nate’s and Remi’s eyes on me, but I ignore them and bring Ally in a little closer, brushing my lips to her ear as I do. “He’s not good enough for you,” I tell her honestly.

“What, and you are?”

God, I love it when she gets feisty.

“Um, yeah actually,” I say, pulling away a little so I can look down at her. I still find it interesting that she hasn’t pushed me off her yet. “If you haven’t forgotten, not long ago, I risked my life for you in that house fire, and a guy who risks it all should be good enough for you. I doubt pretty boy back there can handle a paper cut.”

She glares at me, but the way her mouth tilts up with humor tells me she agrees with me. “You really are an arrogant son of a bitch. And, FYI, you didn’t actually save me; a firefighter got me out. So, he risked his life for me. Maybe I’ll take him to the wedding,” she smarts off.

“Sorry, but Matt’s happily married with a kid,”