The Holloways (Made for Love Book 3.5) (10 page)

It’s about all I can do to keep my hands to myself. When I walked in and saw Logan turn away from him, only to have him latch onto her like some parasite, I couldn’t make my way across the room fast enough. The last time I saw him touch her, I punched him in the face. It was a warning. It was a promise. Now, the blood that rushes through my veins is so hot, I have to clench my fists and focus all of my concentration on
keeping my hands to myself
.

He lets her go, but his eyes linger on her a moment longer before he speaks. “The offer still stands. You’d be a fool to turn it down and you, Logan, are not a fool.” Without another word, he turns and leaves. I watch him go, unsure of this said
offer
and pissed off by the way he looked at her when he spoke about it.

“What is he doing here?” I ask through clenched teeth.

“He—he works here now,” Logan says softly.

“He
what?
” I jerk my head, looking away from Judah and into the eyes of my wife.

“It was announced just a few minutes ago,” she says with a sigh, raking her fingers through her hair. “He’s relocating.”

“You’ve
got
to be kidding me.”

“I know how you feel about him, but it’ll be fine. I’ll be fine,” she insists, reaching for my hand. My fingers are still curled up in a fist, but she tugs at them until I release them and then laces hers with mine.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you. And if he so much as touches you again—”

“Baby, I know. I can handle him,” she assures me, giving my fingers a squeeze. It does little to comfort me.

“What was he talking about? What did he offer you?”

“Oh. They’ve offered to promote me from junior associate.” A small smile graces her lips, but I can see it in her eyes—she’s excited. I love the way her face lights up when she gets excited about her work. She’s so good at what she does, and I’m so proud of her. I have no doubt that she deserves this promotion.

“You’re going to take it, right?” I ask, taking our joined hands and bringing them around her back, pulling her into my side.

“I want to,” she says, leaning into me. The weight of her body against mine soothes me. For the first time since I walked through the door, I feel calm. “I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but anything that comes from Judah—”

“Fuck him,” I bite. Logan’s eyes grow wide in surprise and the look on her face makes me want to kiss her. “I mean it, babe. The prick may have offered you the position, but I know it belongs to you, regardless. You should take it.”

She inhales deeply and exhales slowly before she smiles up at me. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much, too,” I reply, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips.

“So, not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d take you to lunch. Can you go now?”

“You’re spoiling me, you know?” she says as she pulls away from me, tugging my hand as we head toward her office. “Winter break has me getting used to
Roman with time on his hands.
Next week, I have to go back to sharing you with Environmental Engineering, who—might I add—is a bit of a hoebag.”

I chuckle as we pass through her doorway and she lets go of my hand to gather her things. Brittany, who shares the office space, looks away from her computer at the sound of our entrance.

“Well, if it isn’t the hottie-hubby. What’s up, Rome?”

“Not too much, how about you?”

“You mean
besides
Mr. Panty-melter himself moving to our office? Not a whole lot.” She grins but I don’t meet her expression with even the slightest bit of amusement. “Oh, that’s right!” she gasps. “You two have beef.”

We both look to Logan and she stops what she’s doing when we fall silent, looking from Brittany to me, then back at Brittany. “Stop looking at me like that. Both of you. You see this?” she asks, holding up her left hand, pointing to her wedding rings. “It doesn’t get any more clear than that. I’m spoken for. Besides—
I’m
Logan Holloway. I cower to no one. He might be a bit of an asshole, but he’s not stupid. I can handle this.”

“Well, alright then,” Brittany replies with a giggle. “Hey, by the way, what did they want to talk to you about?”

Logan smiles as she slips into her coat and then offers her a wink. “I’ll tell you when I get back. The hottie-hubby is taking me to lunch.”

“Okay. Have fun!”

Logan wraps her arm around my waist and I tuck her under my arm as we make our exit. “What are we going to eat?”

“I was thinking Mediterranean.”

“Why,
Double-O
, that sounds delicious.”

I hum a laugh, pressing my lips against her temple. “I thought you might think so,
M
.”

I
’M COAXED OUT OF
my sleep by his touch. As his lips press against the side of my neck, he pulls me close—my back pressed against his chest. I sigh, still half asleep, as he palms my breast, squeezing it before he rolls my nipple between his fingers. My body acts of its own accord and I can’t fight the ache that awakens me as my center grows slick with my arousal.

He slides his hand down my stomach, his skin hot against mine, and my obedient body yields to its master. He grabs my thigh, lifting my leg and settling it over his, giving him full access to what he wants. He pushes himself into me, his cock gliding in with ease, and I moan—even though I wish I wouldn’t. I can’t help it. He feels so damn good.

He rocks in and out of me lazily, licking and nibbling my neck, rubbing slow circles around my clit. I arch my back, my body craving what my mind is too distracted to fight off.

I swear, his dick makes me stupid.

“You like that, Mrs. Holloway?” he murmurs into my ear. “Does my pussy want more?”

I don’t speak. Instead, I cover his hand at my center with my own, applying more pressure. He growls and then I’m suddenly flat on my stomach, Roman hovering over me as he begins to thrust into me fast and hard. He fucks me without abandon. It’s wild and I love it—only I wish I didn’t.

“So perfect, babe. So tight. So fucking mine.”

I bite my lip, begging myself not to whimper, not to groan, not to make a sound other than my ragged breathing, which really can’t be helped.

So fucking mine
.

His mantra.

He slides a hand underneath my hips, lifting me just slightly, and I cry out, the pleasure undeniable.

“That’s my girl. Take your cock, babe. Come all over me—strangle your dick.” My eyes fill with tears and I shut them tight, willing myself not to cry.

Not this time. Please, not this time!

He slips his hand down and pinches my clit, causing my orgasm to annihilate me.

“Roman!” I call out.

“Fuck, yeah, babe—fuck, yes,” he groans, his climax on the heels of mine.

When he is spent, he collapses on top of me. I have neither the strength, nor the energy to fight the sob that crawls up my throat. As I cry, I know that my tears are a mixture of both pleasure and pain.

“Are you done
peeing
on me now?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

I feel his body stiffen against mine. “What did you say?”

“Nothing. Never mind. Will you please get off of me? I have to shower.”

He does as I ask, his hand gently grazing my back as I crawl out of bed. “Hey, babe, what’s wrong?”

I shake my head, refusing to look at him. I know that if I look into his pretty brown eyes, I’ll forget that I’m mad. I’ll forget that somewhere, deep down, he knows what he’s doing and he knows that it’s unnecessary. I’ll forget because I know that in his eyes, all I’ll see is his love for me. So instead, I ignore him and head for the shower.

Every morning this week has been the same. He wakes me up. He fucks me. We argue over my choice in wardrobe. Then I go to work. On Monday, it was different. He made love to me and it was about
us.
But on Tuesday, and every day that has followed, it’s not about us. It’s about him. It’s about Judah. It’s about what my husband
won’t
say. He hates that I spend everyday with a man that he will never trust.

I belong to Roman, and yet he feels the need to claim me every morning before I go into the office. While my body appreciates his dominance, while my body adores
jealous
Roman, my heart is getting a little tired of him.

I'm in the shower for all of two seconds before I have company. I close my eyes, tilting my head back as I let the water drench my hair, and pretend I'm unfazed by his presence. I'm still not ready to look him in the eyes.

“Hey,” he speaks softly, wrapping his arms around my middle. He pulls me against him and I sigh, resting my forehead against his shoulder. “What was that about? What's wrong?”

“If you don't know, then we don't have time to get into it. I have to get ready to go.”

I start to turn away from him but he tightens his grip, pinning me in place. “Talk to me, Logan.
Look
at me.”

I bring my eyes up to meet his and it hits me all at once.

My frustration.

My adoration.

The moment.

I curse my heart as my eyes well up. He didn't even know we were fighting before the moment came. That's just not fair.

“I can't do this. We can't do this every morning. It doesn't feel good, Rome.”

He lifts an eyebrow at me, a smug smile playing at his lips. “I think my pussy would—”

“I'm not talking about your damn pussy, Roman!” I yell, pressing both hands against his chest in an effort to push him away from me. When he doesn't budge, I hit my fist against him in frustration. He doesn't even flinch, which only exasperates me more. “I married you. I'm yours. I'm
yours
,” I insist, reaching up to hold his face between my hands. “Nothing anybody says or does will change that.”

“I know,” he mutters, peering down at me with a scowl.

“Then stop treating me like your fire-hydrant.”

He shakes his head once, bringing a hand up to cover one of mine, encasing my fingers in his warmth. “I'm not.”

“You're not?” I ask incredulously, pulling my hands from his face. “Then tell me that wasn't about him. Tell me you woke up horny and the fact that I'll be spending my day in the office with Judah didn't cross your mind, not even once. Tell me, and don't you dare lie.” He presses his lips into a tight line and I get my answer. My love. He doesn't lie to me. A blessing and a curse. Just now, I would have preferred the lie.

“He kissed me
one time
, a y
ear and a half
ago!”

“You don't see the way he looks at you.”

“What does it matter? It means nothing to me.”

“It matters, Logan.”

“You can't control everything, Roman,” I bite, shoving his arm. This time, he doesn't resist me and both of his hands fall to his sides. “He comes with the job. The job I love, remember? He's not going anywhere, so you’re going to have to get used to it.” He goes silent once more and I shake my head, turning my back to him. “I have to shower. So, unless you're just here to watch the show, you should probably get out.”

He leaves just as quickly as he came and my chest aches. I feel worse now than I did before. Better to start the day with an orgasm than a fight. Now I'm starting the day with a fight over my orgasm.

It's going to be a long day.