Page 62 of Accepting Fate

I steal a quick look at her ass in the shorts that no one but me will ever see her in from now on. The sweatshirt is bunched up on one side from her hand rubbing her back and I can see the curve of her glorious ass. I imagine it would fit perfectly in my hands. Fucking hell to see that ass while my dick is buried deep in her–

Logan snaps me out of my perusal without looking back. “Hey, bossy pants. If you’re going to make me sit down, can you bring me my food and not stare at my ass?”

I want to go over and smack her ass and show her how bossy I can fucking be.

When she turns around to sit on the couch, she catches me staring at her like she’s my next meal. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink when she sees the visible bulge in my pants. She watches as I adjust my dick but instead of calling me out, she points to the counter.

Damn, she’s feisty when she’s hungry. I make a mental note to always come prepared with food when I come over in the mornings. Or have breakfast ready when she wakes up because her days of waking up alone are over.

I bring my very angry angel her burrito and sit down next to her. I’m careful not to move her back too much when I stretch her legs over my lap.

Logan takes a big bite, and her eyes roll back in her head as she hums in approval. “Where did you get this?” she asks while taking another bite.

“The diner downtown. Have you not explored downtown yet?”

“Haven’t had the chance. I’ve only been to your place and the convenience store.”

Wrapping my hand around her calf, I rub small circles with my thumb. “We’ll have to change that. You’re missing out on a lot.”

“If it includes this place,” she pauses to hold up the remainder of her burrito, “then I’m down.”

We finish our food and Logan tries multiple positions to get herself comfortable but can't findthe right one. I hand her a pillow from the end of the couch, and she shoves it behind her back. That seems to do the trick.

“Enough stalling. How bad does it hurt?” I ask. “ And tell me the truth.”

“It hurts. It’s not excruciating but it’s to the point that anything other than sitting still is not fun.”

I hate that she is in pain. I want to take it all away.

Absent-mindedly, I run my hand up and down her calf and try to think of ways I could help her. I sit there for a minute then it hits me.

“So, hiking is out of the question for today.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I was really looking forward to it.” Disappointment is clear in her voice. She must really be in pain if she is turning down something I know makes her very happy.

“We can go another day. How long are you off work?” I ask.

“I have a three-day weekend.”

Inside, I’m fucking ecstatic. Three days with my girl is exactly what we need to start this off right.

“Alright, pretty girl, this is what’s going to happen. We are going to talk about what happened last week, then we are going to go somewhere and relax in the hot tub. It will help your back and I get to see your gorgeous ass in a bikini so it’s a win for both of us. And one last thing. You aren’t leaving my sight for three days.”

“What if I had plans? Ever think about that?” she says in a sassy tone.

“Respectfully, Angel, I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine and I don’t share. Especially since I haven’t seen you in a week.”

Folding her arms across her chest, she shoots me a look to match the sass in her voice. “How do you know I’m letting you back in? We haven’t discussed what really happened. I may kick you out again.”

I lean closer to her. “If you weren’t going to let me back in, I wouldn’t be sitting here, and you wouldn’t be wearing my clothes,” I say, tugging the drawstring on the hoodie and kissing the tip of her nose.

When I move back, she gives me the middle finger and says, “You’re annoying.”

“You’ll get over it. Let’s talk so we can get your back in that hot tub. If it’s better, we can try and go hiking before you go back to work.”

That catches her attention. And she motions for me to explain.

I tell her how Landon called at the last minute and said we needed to go help someone. How I texted her and then threw my phone in the console and didn’t check it till three AM. How the night was a shitshow, sparing her all the details of what the asshole did to Carly. I trust Logan but I’m not ready to dive into what the missions are really about.