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

Ally suddenly spins around to face me, and I glance up to her face in time to see her narrow her gaze on me.

“Are you even paying attention?” she whisper-shouts.

“Yes.” Paying attention to your ass.

Almost like she can hear my inner thoughts, she rolls her eyes. She clicks her fingers in front of me and points to our surroundings. “Then, look alive. I can feel your stare searing into my ass,” she says in the lowest voice possible, obviously not wanting Nate and Remi, who are just a few feet in front of us, to hear.

I can only waggle my brows, and she huffs with irritation before focusing on the wedding planner. We’ve all come to a stop to admire a sheer curtain with twinkly lights that I assume will be the end of the aisle. It’s hard to tell because the room isn’t set up.

As Remi asks the wedding planner a question, I sidle up to Ally’s side and inch my mouth to her ear. “You know, I can still taste you.”

I hear her inhale of breath, and she whips her head to me, flashing me a worried glare.

“Logan!” she hisses.

“What? I’m just being honest,” I tell her with a charming smile, one I know she finds irresistible even though she doesn’t like to admit it.

“Now is not the time and place.”

“Well, neither was inside your parents’ backyard cabin, but I still ate your pussy out.”

She abruptly starts choking on a cough, and all attention is on Ally and me.

“You okay?” Remi asks, looking between us with squinting eyes, suspicious.

I gently tap Ally on her back, and though her eyes are watering, her coughs die down.

“Yep. Fine. Just had a tickly cough,” she says.

As soon as Remi refocuses her attention elsewhere, Ally throws me a side-glare before threatening me with a cut-throating sign with her hand along her neck. I just laugh under my breath and hold my hands up in defense, telling her with no words that I’ll leave her alone. For now.

The wedding planner describes to us how everything will look as she continues to show us around. After a walk through the private gardens and a visit to the bar, we come full circle, back in the lobby.

“Now, if you’d like to follow me to the restaurant, we can get started with the menu testing.”

“Hey, guys, I’ll follow you in. I just need to use the restroom,” Ally says, beginning to walk a few feet backward.

“Okay, see you in a few,” Remi replies.

“I need the restroom, too,” I say, pointing in the direction Ally just went. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

Both Remi and Nate just nod before they enter the restaurant. As I make my way to the restrooms and turn the corner, I see Ally slip inside. Not actually needing the toilet, I sidestep the men’s and peek my head into the ladies’ instead. When I see the coast is clear and only one stall is being used, I step inside. My eyes scope over the door, and the second I see the lock, I click it in place and then lean against the door, waiting for Ally to finish. A few moments later, I hear the sound of the flush, and then she walks out of the stall. She startles as she spots me.

“Shit, you made me jump!” she exclaims, her hand covering her heart, her breathing a little uneven.

Her eyes narrow as she heads to the sink, and I stalk over to her while she washes her hands.

“You know this is the ladies’ restroom, right?”

“Oh, I’m fully aware of where I am,” I say, my words filled with pure arrogance as I step up behind her. My hands come to a rest on her hips.

“Then, why are you here?”

I lean forward until my breath lingers along her ear, and I physically feel her shiver against me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last Friday, but since then, you’ve been playing hard to get again. For a minute, I thought that you liked me.”

She looks at me through the mirror, and she rolls those beautiful fucking eyes at me. I dig my hips against her ass as my dick gets hard, so she can feel exactly what rolling those pretty eyes does to me.

“What gave you the impression I liked you?”

God, this girl just loves to play games with me. Lucky for her, I love playing games.

“Well, for one…the mind-blowing orgasm I gave you.”

“Who says it was mind-blowing?”

I cock my head to the side, piercing my eyes into hers. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe the way you came all over my face. There was no faking that, baby.”

Her pretty blues gloss over with lust, and her mouth pulls up in a barely there smirk. “Okay, it was pretty mind-blowing, but it was just a onetime thing. In fact, it shouldn’t have happened.”

My heart deflates a little at that. I kind of felt like last Friday was a stepping-stone for us, that she was finally letting her guard down. But today, her guard is well and truly back up again.

Jesus, are all women this confusing?

“You’re saying it was a mistake?”

“No…” she says, shaking her head. “I’m saying, it can’t happen again.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?” she asks with a humorless laugh.

“I mean…why the hell can’t it happen again? We’re fucking amazing together.” I’m laying it all on the line for her now.

“You’re…” She hesitates a little.

“I’m what?” I prod.

She lets out a puff of air. “You’re…you’re not good for me. You’re a player, Logan.”

With my hands still on her hips, I spin her around to face me, and I purposely cage her in, my eyes never once straying from hers.

“Do you want to know when the last time I had sex was?”

She tries to avert her gaze, but I gently force her attention back to me with my thumb and forefinger.

“It was the night before I met you.”

Her expression grows serious, and I can see the cogs turning,