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I mean, the ceremony was absolutely beautiful and having Logan across from me, staring at me like I was the only woman in the world, was the best feeling in the world.
But fuck, this dress. It must be the second most amazing thing about this day. I mean, not to rub my own ego but I look fucking amazing. I’ve never worn silk before and I swear, it just floats along my skin making me feel like a goddess, then Logan had to go and touch me and I was a goner.
One thing I know for sure, I’m going to be buying a shit load of silk from now on.
I sit at the bridal table, waiting for Cassie and Jax to enter but I can hardly concentrate after the bomb Logan just dropped on me. Were next? As in, he wants to marry me. What the fuck? I mean, who would want to marry me? I’m like next level fucked up but if he is willing to take me then I’m all in.
Nothing would make me happier than marrying him which is ridiculous, I’ve only known him for a few months but they are more than enough to know he’s the only man I will ever love for the end of time.
I just hope that feeling doesn’t change for him otherwise, I’m screwed.
The bride and groom walk in and the room go nuts. It’s absolutely ridiculous the amount of noise coming from this room. But I guess that’s what happens when neither of the bride or groom have any parents or extended family to invite. I swear, the whole room is packed with friends only, apart from the triplets but they hardly count.
The reception gets underway and once again, I find myself blown away by the event.
Fuck, I’m having such a great time.
Drinks are flowing, music is playing and what’s better, we all get fed for free.
Once all the formalities are over, the real party gets started. As soon as he possibly can, Logan swoops me up and onto the dance floor. All the guys in the team even let their hair down and dance until their little hearts can’t take it anymore.
Cassie introduces me to a few of her girlfriends, Dani and Sophie and I find myself in laughing in stitches from how ridiculously hilarious they are, and might I add, very bad influences but who gives a shit. I’m having fun.
The only annoying part is the way Max keeps trying to undress me with his eyes, like seriously, dude. I’m with Logan and against a man like that, he has no chance.
I completely understand why Jax invited him but for my benefit, it would have been nice if his invite got lost in the mail. I swear, I’ve had to dodge his advances over and over again for the past few weeks and for the benefit of the team, I haven’t told Logan about it. I don’t know how he would react but I’m positive it wouldn’t be good.
I spot a waitress from across the room, walking around with a tray of champagne glasses, so I go about my business, stalking her until I have one of those pretty glasses firmly in my hand. I lift the glass to my lips but don’t get a taste of the sweet liquid as my body is yanked to the side.
I let out a gasp but swallow it as a pair of lips land on mine. By the taste and feel of the man currently squishing himself against my body, it’s pretty damn clear it’s Logan. It’s also pretty clear by the feel of the hardness in his pants that he intends to repay the favour from earlier and I fully intend to let him.
Logan makes quick work of screwing me into oblivion before I find myself collapsing against him as I try to find my breath. "That gets better every time," I tell him with a satisfied grin.
“I know,” he smirks with a cheeky sparkle in those deep eyes. “It’s because I’m such a fucking stud.”
"You're an idiot," I laugh as we get dressed and slip out of the closet. We head back to the party and I'm pleasantly surprised to see the same waitress walking by once again as I have absolutely no idea what happened to my last glass.
“Where have you been?” I hear a familiar voice scolding from behind me.
I turn to find Brendan impatiently waiting for my answer, only Logan goes and makes things worse. “I was showing your sister appreciation for how fucking sweet she looks in that dress,” he says.
Well… that’s not going to go down well.
“What did you say?” Brendan demands.
I jab my elbow into Logan’s side and grin at the whoosh of air that escapes his lips. “What do you need, Bren?” I question as I push Logan away towards the crowd of hockey players that have taken possession of the open bar.
