Page 100 of Accepting Fate

"Oo, I like that idea. Deal. But before you go, bring me Oliver.”

Logan slowly slides off my already hard again dick and finds her shirt then dives underneath the covers. As if he has been waiting for her cue, Oliver hops up on the bed. He stares at me, and I raise my hands in surrender.

"Okay, I’m leaving.” I get up and the little asshole immediately takes my spot.

The two of them get comfortable and Logan pulls him to her, hugging him to her body.

Rolling my eyes, I lean down and give her a quick kiss, and go get dressed.

The little shit has claimed my girl as his and I think Logan has done the same. The two are fucking obsessed with each other.

Last week, Logan was shopping in Seattle with Harper and came home with two bags full of shit for him. She was so excited when she pulled out a blue and green bow tie collar and claimed she wanted him to look like a “distinguished gentleman”, whatever the fuck that means.

Whatever Oliver is doing is working in my favor because ever since the dinner at my parent’s house last month, it feels like she has really let down some walls. We have gone out to explore the town and had many nights at The Handle. She fits in perfectly everywhere we go.

She’s also been spending time at The Needle. If I’m busy with a client, she hangs out with Cassie. I caught the little brat one day trying to get Cass to give her a tattoo and put a stop to that. Cassie is a great artist, but my girl will only be getting work done by me.

But the best part is she called my place home the other day when we were at the bar. I never knew such a small word would make me want to jump up and down like I won the damn lottery. I almost asked her to move in when she said it, but there are still a few more walls to break down before she’s comfortable with that.

Landon texted me and asked if I told Logan about the missions yet. When I said no, he told me I was stupid and to just tell her. Not that I needed his permission to do it, but it felt good knowing my family is treating her like she’s been a part of the family for years.

But he’s right and tonight, she will know everything. Part of me is scared she will run away but she won’t get very far if she does. I will follow her to the ends of the earth because Logan is my light and intend to keep her forever.

I take my time getting the food so Logan can get some much needed sleep. I drive around until hunger takes over and I head home.

Logan is still knocked out when I walk into the bedroom. Oliver looks up when he hears me approach, then goes back to sleep when he sees it’s just me.

Taking out my phone, I snap a picture of the two. Logan looks so peaceful and beautiful. Her hair is splayed across the pillow, and she is cuddling Oliver like a teddy bear. I set it as my background and put the phone back in my pocket.

Brushing my thumb across her cheek, I speak softly so I don’t scare her. "Hey, pretty girl. I’m back. Come downstairs whenever you’re ready.” Placing a kiss on her cheek, I walk out of the room.

Hours pass when Logan finally wakes up. Walking into the living room, her glasses sit on top of her head and she looks around the room searching for me.

I shake my head and laugh. "Maybe try putting your glasses on so you can see what you’re looking for.”

Logan swipes her glasses down and narrows her eyes at me. "I just woke up and forgot I was here. Now where’s my food?”

Damn, I’m so fucking in love with her. Everything this girl does becomes my newest obsession.

Getting up from the couch, I kiss her quickly as I pass her. Grabbing her food from the microwave, I set it on a plate and bring it to her.

Logan makes herself comfortable in the spot I just vacated and wraps herself in a blanket. Taking the food from me, she practically drools over it and eats it at an impressive speed.

"When was the last time you ate, Angel?” I ask, sitting down next to her.

She glances up from her food and gives me a guilty look. "Umm. Noon yesterday.”

Taking her legs from under the blanket, I put them into my lap and start massaging her feet. "And why is that?”

In between bites, she explains, "Because we were busy all day and then I came here, and you know the rest. Food was the last thing on my mind.”

Shit. I know she gets caught up in work sometimes and she doesn’t have time to eat. On those days, she usually lets me know and I have dinner ready for her but last night, I was in another world. It didn’t even cross my mind.

"Sorry, Angel.”

She shakes her head. "Don’t be. I wanted to be there for you. I honestly didn’t even think about it.”

This girl is too damn good for me.