“We have to stop,” he murmurs, not stopping. “I have to show you something.” With a groan, he pulls himself away, seeming to struggle immensely. “Maybe this will make you feel better since you seem so pissed off about agreeing to live with me.” He rolls his eyes, but his lips tip up, giving away his sarcasm.
He wraps his body around mine from behind, covering my eyes with one hand and guiding us toward the other door. I hear it click open. Light shines between the cracks of his fingers as he walks us deeper into the mystery space.
“I love you, Shiloh,” he whispers. “I can’t wait for our future.”
My heart swells with his words. If he keeps this up, I’ll be dead from all the cardiac acrobatics he’s causing before we even move in together. He removes his hand, and I blink, adjusting to the light. Confused, I tilt my head.
“It’s an empty room?” I ask, my eyes sweeping around the small replica of the master bedroom. The only difference is the lack of a fireplace, and this room has white shiplap instead of natural pine.
Large windows are covering one full wall. The view is similar to the master, but my eyes catch on something reflecting the moon in the distance. “Is that the Colorado River?”
Logan nods, his beard brushing against my cheek with the movement. “I built this house with my dreams in mind. A big family, a wife, holidays, and Sunday breakfasts. Lazy mornings in bed with the kids. Late nights with my wife in my arms. For the longest time, the vision was hazy and vague. I could see the dream, but there were no faces.” His mouth trails down my neck. He squeezes me as tears coast down my cheeks for the hundredth time since meeting him.Happy tears. Every single time.
“It’s a nursery,” I choke out.
He nods.“It’s you. It was always you.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Comeon,Babydoll.We’regonna be late!” I shout, tucking my wallet into my back pocket. Shiloh groans so loud, I can hear her from the kitchen. “Get your ass downstairs.”
She ignores me, but I hear a door slam in response. I pause, waiting for her footsteps. When I hear nothing, I chuckle, knowing she slammed the bedroom door from theinside.
We really are going to be late, but I couldn’t give a single fuck. My girl can take as long as she wants to get ready. She’s nervous to meet my family today, and I honestly can’t blame her. They’re a lot to handle.
We’ve spent the past couple of days lounging around the house, getting to know one another. I’ve shown her around the property, making sure she knows how far the land stretches and where it is and isn’t safe to explore. I want her to feel comfortable here, in her new home, but it’s a lot different than what she’s used to.
I took her out on the quad yesterday, promising to teach her how to drive it soon, so she can have her own to get around. We spent hours exploring. Porkchop trailing behind us the whole way, Tank tucked between us.
I showed her Arrowhead Lake, which is the largest runoff from the river. It’s also the one with the waterfall, though it’s too cold to be running at full capacity. I’ll take her back in spring when it’s full of fresh snow water. I showed her Stephen and Charlie’s houses and how to navigate the back roads connecting our properties.
She squealed and screamed the entire time. Loving every second of the bumpy ride, which I may or may not have intentionally made worse by driving faster than necessary. What can I say? I love having my girl wrapped around me. I can’t get enough of it.
Especially in our bed.
I’ve fucked Shiloh seven ways from Sunday on every single surface in our room. I even fucked her in the bathtub this morning. How? No idea, but I made it work. Her pussy is the single best thing I’ve ever had wrapped around my cock. Always will be, and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on.
A few minutes later, I’m finishing up a text to Roman, making sure he’s got everything covered for tomorrow. When he sends a confirmation, I quickly delete our text thread. I click over, seeing the alert that my packages will be delivered tomorrow morning while Shiloh’s at the office. I grin.
Hell fucking yeah.
I’m tucking my phone into my pocket when I finally hear the creak of her feet on the stairs. My eyes dart up, finding hers almost instantly. My heart pounds in my chest as love and pride fill me rapidly.
“Shiloh,” I breathe, taking her in. She’s wearing a long, white dress that flows around her body in a way that has me wanting to drop to my knees, crawl across the living room floor, and worship at her altar. The dress has sleeves that lay loosely around her biceps. The neck drops to a V, showing off her perfect tits. There’s a tight part just below that, accentuating her curves. Her hair is down and curled. Her golden tan skin pops next to the light color of her dress.
She looks like a literal fucking Goddess.
She’s perfect.
I want to tell her that. Tell her she’s beautiful. Stunning. The woman of my goddamned dreams. But…my head can’t get past the fact that it’s long and white.
It’s white.
“You look like a bride,” I say dumbly instead. She pauses, her hand wrapped around the banister, her foot stalling mid-step. Charging forward, I take her face in my hands before she can think a single negative thought. “Marry me. Today. Wear this. We’ll go to the courthouse right the fuck now.”
Her face breaks out in a mega-watt smile. One I’ve noticed more and more every day since we met. She has a tiny dimple on her chin that I want to lick. No… I want to fill it with my cum. Is that weird? Fuck it. Doesn’t make it any less true.
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “It’s Sunday, Logan.”