Wild Girl (Wild Men Texas #3) - Melissa Belle Page 0,66
burnt-out brushy lawn and climbs out right behind me. I hear a weird jingling in my purse as I hit the ground, but before I can figure out what it is, Logan grabs my hand.
“Let’s cut through the ranch. It’s a lot faster.”
As soon as we step inside Logan’s cottage, I shut and lock the door and he draws the blinds. He turns on the stove light, just enough for us to see by.
And the weight of what just happened hits me.
“So today is Independence Day,” I say slowly as I remember the words from Vivian’s diary. “And we opened our hearts to each other, and we exchanged vows in marriage.”
Logan leans against the counter and smiles. “Keep going. I know you have this whole thing memorized.”
“You have cattle roots, and shoot—Mama was right after all! I do have a drop of British blood from my mother!”
A grin takes over his face as he enjoys watching me crack my mystery, the one I’ve been so intertwined with since I was born.
I keep thinking aloud. “The same blood, the same blood, what would that be?”
“Could be our tattoos?” he suggests. “Like symbolic blood.”
“That’s it! And we were at the lake on the West Street side, and I thought that West clue was surely about Gigi, but I guess it wasn’t. Then, Mama and I found another clue—how the soul mates have to embody the true natures of Darcy and Elizabeth. I assumed that was you and Gigi because of how the town had christened you guys.”
“It was me,” he says slowly. “Me and you.”
I stare at him as I remember what Skip had said when Logan and I were on the altar. “Skip did say to me that you and I symbolize true love in the way we care for each other unselfishly. Oh, I just can’t believe…I mean, do you think there really was a spell and our love for each other broke the curse and set Jane Austen’s ghost free?”
Logan shakes his head. “You know, everything inside of me wants to say no and tell you you’re crazy because I’ve always hated that damn town legend, but I can’t. I can’t say what just happened didn’t happen. Because it did. Which is really crazy.”
“So Jane Austen must have waited for the right man even in the afterlife and she’s flying to him now. When they were ripped apart, she never gave up on love. And now they’re together again, forever.” I exhale. “I’m glad we didn’t miss out on the here and now.”
“Me too.”
I hop up onto the counter, letting my legs dangle over the side.
“You hungry?” Logan asks me. “I can cook us something.”
“Actually, you know what I think we need to do?” I say flirtatiously.
He steps closer to me. “What’s that?”
“I think we need to consummate our marriage. Again.” I hook my legs around his waist and pull him toward the counter, then wrap my thighs around him to keep him close. “Because we divorced after that consummation. So let’s reconsummate. Like right now.”
“If we learned nothing in Vegas, marriage is made official once you have sex.” Logan unzips my dress and trails his lips from my mouth to my jaw.
“Yes,” I say as I pull off his tie. “Very true. Very important step.”
He nibbles my neck. “And now I get to finally take this dress off you like I’ve been wanting to do since I first saw you in it.”
“Dancing with Mama in the bridal salon?” I exhale as he pulls the fabric down my body.
“Yes. But let’s not mention your mother again right now.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders while he touches my bare skin. Then, he kisses my breast. And sucks on my nipple until I moan.
Logan pulls his head up and looks into my eyes. “You’re my wife. And I’m your husband. Does that feel real to you yet?”
I unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders so I can run my nails over his chest until he groans.
“Only in the best way. Real used to be a bad word in my world.”
“Mine too.”
“But with you…”
I unhook his belt, and he helps me push his pants down. Then, his boxers. Then, my hands go around him, and all I hear are his sighs in my hair.
“With me what?”
He moves his head, and his mouth closes over my nipple again as his hands slide my panties off my hips.
I hold my breath as he touches me right where I need him between