Page 73 of Broken Prince
“How bad do you have to pee?” Logan’s whispered voice has me jolting.
My head snaps over to find him watching me with an amused look.
“Really fucking bad,” I sigh.
“Not going to move, are you?” he chuckles.
“Nope.”
“I don’t blame you.” His eyes drift down to Laney, face going soft.
For someone who’s been so hell-bent on us staying just friends and putting anything romantic behind us, he sure does look at her like a man hopelessly in love.
Can’t blame him, I’m not any better.
They’ve gotten closer over the last week, and I’m jealous. I know I shouldn’t be because she’s exactly what Logan needs. She’s amazing with Benny, so sweet, kind, and loving. She’s helping my brother out when Owen and I can’t. And with Dad and Melissa busy preparing for their honeymoon before they left yesterday, Laney has been a lifesaver for Logan.
I know he’s so grateful for her. He hates asking for help, and I wish he didn’t. We love him and Benny, we want to help, to be there for him, and make his life a little bit easier.
No one asks for a baby mama from hell.
When he told me that Stacy lost her shit on Laney for no reason, I was pissed. I hate that woman. The way she treated Winter growing up was cruel. And, of course, not much could be done because no one wanted to get on her bad side, not when her dad is even more unstable than she is.
He feels like it’s his fault. I assured him it’s not because Stacy is the one to blame. She’s unstable, and I think that judge should be fired for letting her have any sort of custody.
Knowing she’s here makes me happy that I came. I’d never put my hands on a woman, but I’m sure as hell going to make sure she doesn’t put her hands on Laney again.
“How do we do it?” I ask him, his eyes flicking back up to mine.
“Do what?”
“Move on? Get over her? Because I don’t know if that’s going to be possible, at least not anytime soon.” If ever. “Not while we’re all living in the same house. I want her, Logan... so damn bad it hurts.”
His eyes drift back down to her. “So do I,” he whispers so low I almost miss it.
“Owen hasn’t given up; he’s just waiting, thinking someday soon she’s going to choose us.” I want her to. Weird as it might be, I don’t care if I have to share with my brothers. I’d rather share her than not have her at all.
“And what, we all play house? Fuck the same girl, build a life with her.” He shakes his head, moving to lay down on his back while looking up at the ceiling. “That's not reality, Eli. That's not how it works.”
On the other hand, for Logan, sharing is going to be something he’s going to need to work on.
No, he won’t because there’s nothing to share. Laney is of- limits.
Just because we haven’t moved on doesn’t mean she hasn’t.
I saw her neck and the hickeys left there. She was with someone only a week ago.
I’ve been driving myself mad, wondering who she was with. Was he better than me? Did she enjoy herself more? Is she over us? Is this guy going to become her new boyfriend?
Let’s just say I’ve been making myself sick over it.
“Dadadadada,” Benny starts to mumble from the crib. Logan sits up and smiles over at his son.
“Hey, little man. Good morning.” He gets up and goes over to Benny.
Laney stirs in my arms, groaning as she snuggles in deeper. My breath hitches, and my cock twitches as she practically grinds her core against my leg.
I watch as she slowly wakes up, blinking her sleepy eyes open. She looks a little disoriented, brows furrowing. Looking down, she tenses before her eyes flick up to mine, lips parting in shock.