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His eyes trail over my body once more, this time homing in on the exposed swells of my breasts. “Don’t you think you’re showing off a bit too much skin?” he grunts, his words laced with disdain. “That’s not really the kind of outfit you should be wearing.”
“Oh?” A deep voice grunts from behind me. “And what exactly do you mean by that?” I sigh, my shoulders relaxing instantly.Logan. A small smile tips the corners of my lips as he settles his hands over my stomach possessively. “I’d suggest you stop looking at my woman’s tits before you lose the ability to see.”
Cole’s head jolts like he’s been struck. His slicked-back blonde hair barely moves despite the force of it. “What?”
“You heard me. Now answer the fucking question,” Logan barks, pulling me into his body. My head tilts back, resting on his muscular chest. In heels, I come up just below his jaw, which I find I enjoy immensely. Especially when he turns his head and presses a kiss to my throat. “Why shouldn’t she dress like this? I’m sure you had a point somewhere under all that gel.”
Cole’s mouth gapes open and closed, and despite my best efforts, a loud laugh escapes me. My ex’s eyes narrow as rage and embarrassment fill his preppy boy face. His angular jaw ticks uncontrollably. Taking a step forward, he sneers at me, clearly not considering his own lifespan with a decision like that.
Cole apparently woke up and chose stupid today, because my man wakes up and chooses to protect meevery day.
“Look at her,” Cole snaps, gesturing at me with his whiskey glass. “Women who look likethatshouldn’t wear shit that shows their bodies off. It’s embarrassing.”
Pain spears through my gut so intensely that I’d assume there was a knife protruding from my body. I barely have time to let Cole’s hurtful words sink in before Logan’s there, washing them away with his kindness and possession.
I don’t know what I expected from him, but it’s not what I get, that’s for sure. He barks out a loud, deep laugh. A real one. One that goes on and on, his body shaking mine with the force. When he finally settles down, he bends, grinning into my neck.
“You lying, jealous prick,” he grunts, shooting a glare at Cole as he plucks the beers from my hands and passes them to someone out of view. “You’re perfect,” he whispers the words, just for me. Love swells inside of me, replacing the hurt Cole had created.
Logan’s hands palm my belly in a way that’s anything but innocent as he says loudly, “You’re right. She shouldn’t wear clothes, should she?” His hands slide up my stomach to grip my ribs. “She should be naked.”
Cole’s lip curls, but his eyes follow Logan’s movements as they trail up my body.
“This body is meant to be explored,” he says, his hands continuing their upward path. “Worshiped.” He cups my breasts, palming them in his huge hands. “Devoured.” Logan licks a long trail up the side of my neck, and I barely stifle a moan. My eyes drift shut as I lose myself in him.
I want to be angry and embarrassed at his clear show of ownership over my body, especially in front of Cole, but I’m not. In fact, that’s the opposite of what I feel as Logan fondles my tits, squeezing them together, grinding his hard cock into my ass.
“Shiloh’s body is perfection. Every incredible, delicious inch of her.” His hands leave my breasts, and slide back down my body, leaving my flesh burning in his wake. I tense for a split second, already knowing what he’s about to do. My eyes fly open, and find Cole with a murderous expression on his face as he watches Logan's hand slip between my thighs. He cups my pussy, and this time, I do moan. “Butthis? This right here is fuckingHeaven, and I have to thank you for not worshipping it the way she deserves because now, I get to be her God.”
Cole snaps.
He squeezes the glass in his fist and sends it flying across the room. Seconds later, I hear it shattering somewhere behind me. Logan reacts instantly, dropping his possessive show and shoving me behind him. One hand reaches behind to grip my hand, keeping me in his reach, even when he can’t see me.
“I suggest you fuck off before you make an even bigger fool of yourself. Leave Blue River and leave mywifethe fuck alone.” My heart thuds at his words. Stepping forward, he fists Cole’s collar with the hand not holding me, and yanks him forward. “Do not contact her. Do not talk about her. Don’t even think about her. Keep her name out of your mouth. Got me?”
“Wife?” Cole shouts, his face turning a nice shade of red as he tries to push Logan away. It doesn’t work, and it’s kind of a funny sight to see if I’m being honest. He’s so much smaller than my man. Looking past Logan, Cole’s eyes settle on me. His previous sneer is nowhere to be seen. In its place, confusion and maybe even hurt.Too fucking bad.“Shiloh? What’s he talking about?”
“You’re literally trying to die, aren’t you?” Dom drawls, coming up to stand next to Cole. His arms cross over his chest as he glowers at my ex. “Personally, I think Logan here should put you in a body bag. You deserve it for how you treated her.”
Cole’s brows pinch together. “How I treated her? The fuck? I didn’t do shit. It’s not my fault she’s defective.”
Crack.
Splinter.
Shatter…
Went my ex-husband's face.
Logan releases Cole’s limp body, dropping him onto the floor like a sack of shit. He spins, charging toward me like a man on a mission. His face is pinched with barely contained rage, but his eyes are full of nothing butlove.
He hefts me into his arms, and in a move I never thought possible for someone my size, my legs wrap around his waist as I grip his shoulders. Logan smashes his lips to mine in an all-consuming kiss, that’s honestly not really suitable for public. He rips his mouth from mine as Stephen tucks something in Logan's back pocket which I assume are his keys. His brother grins at me and pats Logan on the shoulder with a chuckle.
Logan storms through the bar, stepping over my past and charging toward my future.
Chapter Fifteen
“You’renotdefective,”Igrowl, my lips moving against hers as I shove her perfect, thick body against the side of my truck. “You’re not defective.” I keep saying the words, again and again, wanting to make sure she really hears them. Needing her to know what that fucker said isn’t true.
