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

face and swirled my mouth with a little mouthwash I found in the cupboard, we leave the cabin and head in the direction of the house. As we enter the kitchen, my stomach grumbles at the smell of greasy pizza. Then, my eyes widen a little when I see four pizza boxes stacked on top of each other on the kitchen table.

“Jeez, Mom, did you order enough pizza?” Ally asks as we join her mom and dad. “You have enough to feed an army.”

“I might have gone a little trigger-happy with my purchase online.”

“You can say that again.” Ally laughs as she takes a seat beside her mom and wastes no time in grabbing a slice of pizza.

I’m guessing an evening of ripping her ex a new one and performing one hell of a sixty-nine really gives you quite the appetite.

“Well, rest assured, Mrs. Bennett, I’m happy to eat a full pizza,” I say jokingly as I take a seat beside Dave.

“Enough of the Mrs. Bennett. It’s Lydia, and eat as much pizza as you want, darling.”

“Thank you.” I help myself to a slice and begin to eat.

A few seconds later, Lydia turns to Ally and says, “You feeling any better, sweetheart?”

Ally’s eyes dart to mine, and she smiles around her pizza. “Yeah, I do. Logan helped put things into perspective.”

“What, that Freddie is a dickhead?” Dave pipes up.

Ally flicks a glare my way before refocusing on her dad. “Not you, too. It’s Eddie, and yeah, pretty much.” Her gaze slides back over to me. “He made me realize there are much better and bigger fish in the sea.”

I throw her a wink as I take another bite of food.

“Freddie, Eddie, whatever. He was no good for my baby girl. He had no balls. You need someone with balls.”

“Amen to that,” I preach and high-five Dave.

“You should date someone like Logan. You have balls, right?” he asks just as I swallow.

I choke, causing the pizza to go down the wrong pipe. I drop my pizza to the plate and slam my fist against my chest a few times.

“Of course you have balls. You’re a cop,” he answers for me while my throat constricts with a cough.

I didn’t even realize Lydia had left the table until a glass of water appears in front of me.

“There you go, honey.”

“Thanks,” I barely choke out before taking a few sips.

“Dad, can we not talk about balls at the kitchen table, please?” she says with a lightness to her voice, rolling those pretty eyes of hers.

“If I want grandbabies eventually, someone with balls would be ideal.”

This time, I almost spit out my drink. I glance at him with awe, wondering where the hell this man has been all my life.

“You can’t say that. It’s not even politically correct,” Lydia says.

Dave rolls his eyes this time. “Yeah, but it’s anatomically correct. You need the right equipment to make a baby.”

Ally snorts as she peels off a piece of pepperoni from her pizza. All the while, I’m still trying to dislodge the pizza from the back of my throat.

“You are being ridiculous right now, Dad,” Ally says.

“Look, we’ve come off topic. What I’m trying to say is, you deserve better than Eddie. You need someone like Logan, someone who will love you and protect you.” He slides his gaze to me. “I might have only met you twice, Logan, but both times, you’ve had my daughter’s interest at heart, and that, my son, is someone worthy of my daughter.”

Ally lets out a bratty sigh. “Oh my God, I only came in here for pizza, not to be pawned off to the next random guy.”

“I’m hardly random,” I pipe up, happy to have my ability to speak back as I pick my pizza up.

“But you’re smiling,” Dave tells his daughter. “And I have to say, I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. And I’m guessing Logan is the reason for that, considering not even an hour ago, you were in tears.”

“Like I said, Logan helped put things into perspective. We’re just friends. Now, can we stop dissecting my love life and the size of Logan’s balls and just eat?”

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry,” he says in a way that screams he’s anything but sorry.

We continue to eat in silence until Ally and her mom start talking about some romance movie that’s coming out soon.

Dave leans into me and whispers, “I don’t know what the hell you said to her or did outside, but keep it up.”

I just about refrain from choking on my pizza again. Jesus, is he trying to kill me?

He unknowingly just gave me permission to continue pleasuring his daughter. Which I will do…because, damn, that was the best head of my life, and frankly, I’m already craving another taste of her.

Dude, stop thinking about Ally’s pussy while talking to her dad.

Shaking my head of everything inappropriate, I look straight at Ally, who is laughing at something her mom said. “Sure thing, sir.”

“This is where both the ceremony and wedding reception will take place,” the wedding planner explains as she leads us through a pristine ballroom.

It has high ceilings and plush gold carpeting. Though that’s all I notice. I’m a little preoccupied with Ally’s ass right now, and I have been since the wedding planner started showing us around the hotel, where Nate and Remi will be getting married. She’s wearing these tight-fitted jeans that show her derriere in the best way possible. Tight, curvy, and so fucking sexy.

I know I should pay more attention, but after last Friday, after tasting Ally’s pussy, I’m even more obsessed with her. Today is the first day I’ve seen her in over a week, and she’s playing hard to get with her scowls and pretending like she hates me again. It’s okay; she can pretend all she wants, but we both know the truth, and she definitely didn’t hate me when she was sucking my cock like she was indulging on a lollipop