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

as if she’s thinking back to when we first met just a few short months ago.

She scoffs, “You really expect me to believe that?”

“Have I ever lied to you?” I throw back, kind of getting pissed off with always trying to prove my worth to this woman.

She must hear the underlying anger in my voice because she finally locks her eyes with mine.

“No, you haven’t,” she says with a silky tone to her voice.

I inch in closer until my forehead rests along hers, not a single space left between us.

“Then, give me a chance,” I say with a husky voice, determination and want in every syllable. “Last Friday, you said I was the right guy, and I’m still that same guy today. I haven’t changed.”

I take in a quick breath, but it suddenly gets caught in the back of my throat the instant her lips slam onto mine. I grunt at the sensation of her soft lips on mine, and I kiss her back deeply, a mixture of heat, desire, and pure sexual tension coursing through my veins. We go from naught to sixty in a matter of a few seconds, and our tongues thrash together as I grab both sides of her hips and lift her up onto the counter. Her legs lock around my ass, pulling me into her. We make out for a full minute, her hips naturally rocking into mine, as we lose ourselves within the lust and sheer need we have for each other. It’s when she unbuckles my belt that I realize we can’t do that here.

“You know,” I begin as I tear my mouth from hers, “as much as I want to fuck you senseless here, on this countertop, Remi and Nate will wonder where we are. And if anyone should have sex in these restrooms, it should be them, on their wedding day.”

She snorts as her hands come to a rest on my chest. “Why did you follow me in here then?”

“Oh, fucking you was my intent, but I quickly found plot holes.”

“And what’s that?”

“Oh, that in a couple of minutes, the bride-and groom-to-be will come looking for us and that I’m kinda past hot sex in random restrooms. You deserve better than that.”

“You’ve had sex in bathrooms before?” she asks with a cock of the brow.

“Would you judge me if I had?”

“Oh, hell yeah, but I’d be a total hypocrite though.”

I pull away slightly, a big-ass grin on my face. “You dirty girl. When did you have sex in a restroom?”

She shoves at my chest, and I step back a few inches as she stands to her feet.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“So, I’ll get to find out, huh?”

“Maybe.” The sweet smile she throws my way sends an arrow straight to my heart. “Come on. We’d better head back out.”

She slips past me, but I latch on to her wrist before she can, spinning her to face me.

“What are you doing after this?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Nothing. Why?”

“Let’s go out. Let’s do something. Just the two of us.”

“Like what?” Ally asks, intrigued.

“Let’s re-create that shitty date you were supposed to have with Freddie.”

Her brows rise as she stares at me pointedly. “You want to take me on a shitty date?”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “No. I want to re-create the date that you should have had.”

“You’re really trying your best to prove yourself to me, aren’t you?”

“No. I’m trying to prove your worth by showing you what a real date should look like with someone who likes you as much as I do. And also, maybe I can get you to stop hating me.”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t hate you…”

“But you like to pretend you do.”

She just smiles as she removes herself from my hold and steps toward the door, unclicking the lock. As she goes to open the door, she turns to me. “Come to my place after we’re done here. Oh, and we don’t want to tip the bride and groom off, so wait here for a minute before coming out.”

“What if a woman walks in?”

“You’re a cop. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

And then she walks out, leaving me standing idle in the women’s restroom. Not wanting to look like a Peeping Tom, I slip out and enter the men’s instead, deciding to take a quick piss.

When I return to the restaurant a couple minutes later, I take the seat beside Ally and affectionately press my leg against hers.

“Dude, where’ve you been?” Nate demands, just as Ally’s hand grazes along my thigh.

Quick on my feet, I say with a pat on my stomach, “Trust me, it’s better you don’t know.”

“Gotcha,” Nate replies with a knowing nod while Remi throws me a horrified glance.

Ally, however, looks ready to burst out laughing, but luckily, a waiter approaches and sets a few dishes down for the menu tasting. I don’t realize my mistake with my lie until I go to put a fork in a piece of salmon, and Ally pulls the plate away from my reach.

“Raw fish probably isn’t a good idea for that stomach of yours,” she says, her mouth twisted, amused.

Staring at her with a playful gaze, I set my fork back down and grab my glass of water. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll wait until later tonight when I can feast on something else.”

Luckily, Nate and Remi don’t hear me, and they especially don’t see the wink I throw Ally’s way either.

Just a little after six, I’m outside Ally’s parents’ place, and the instant Ally opens the door to me, I struggle to catch my breath at how goddamn beautiful she is. She’s wearing the same outfit she wore for her date with Freddie, the one I told her to wear—the sparkly gold-beige miniskirt, a thin cream knit sweater that shows just enough tits to tease me, and over-the-knee gray boots. However, instead of her long brunette locks falling down in waves, she wears her hair in a messy