Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,64

against the expensive diamond engagement ring.

Smiling at the rings, they blurred when he remembered Logan surprising him with the diamond a week after his proposal.

It was the rarest of rare, a pink diamond, and he absolutely loved it. He’d argued that it was too much, but despite his protest, Logan had assured him it wasn’t.

And, he had to admit, the color perfectly matched the pale pink polish on his nails.

Logan lifted his hand and touched his lips to the rings and his finger, drawing his gaze upward.

“I love you, sunshine.”

Because he’d hated being called baby so much, Logan had chosen another endearment and Macy loved it.

“I love you too,” he breathed.

Logan

The same look was on Macy’s face the day he’d surprised him with the rare pink diamond. It was as if Macy thought he didn’t deserve such a priceless gem. Truth was, Macy was worth more than any gem on the face of the earth and if it took the rest of his life to prove that, he would.

The pure white tux was poured on Macy’s long, lean frame, the only color that of the palest pink in the shiny shirt beneath the jacket and the hot pink bow tie.

He fucking loved it and found his mouth drying up when he’d tried to say his vows. He’d stumbled, but then Macy had tightened his grip and Logan had drawn in a breath and professed his love for this man. Before their family and friends, he’d vowed to cherish and love Macy until eternity ended.

The ring Macy slid onto his finger felt right. It all made sense, they were meant to be together.

Macy clutched his hand and he turned to the crowd, drawing Macy forward.

“I now give you Mr. and Mr. Cobalt,” the official said.

Call him a sap, but he’d been over the moon when Macy had stated in no uncertain terms that he was taking his last name.

Logan pulled Macy into his arms. Dipping the slender man backwards, he planted a long kiss on Macy’s pink pursed lips. Slim fingers raced through his hair, mushing it up, and he smiled.

The room hooted and hollered. Flowers and rice showered them as he led Macy toward the reception area.

“Congratulations!” Justin said, leaping at Macy. Justin was so small, he barely reached Macy’s chin. The friends hugged each other while he and his brother, Elijah, looked on with indulgence. Before another second passed, though, Macy was reaching for his hand.

They stood together next to the entrance as people moved into the room. Everyone stopped and congratulated them.

“Congrats, bro,” Liam said, gripping his hand hard. At the Colonel’s side stood Captain Spencer Turner. They were engaged, but had yet to tie the knot. The pair were taking their time, the wedding was set for next summer.

Logan hadn’t wanted to wait to get married and thankfully, Macy hadn’t either.

“I’m so happy for you two.” Hayden stopped and gripped his hand before drawing him and then Macy into a hug.

“Thank you,” Macy said, and smiled when Hayden took time to admire the diamond.

“Okay, okay, keep it moving,” Jaxon grumbled.

Hayden tossed Jaxon a glare. “Keep your shorts on.”

Gunner, standing next to Hayden, laughed and Jaxon shot the guy a death glare.

“Not at my wedding,” Logan warned the pair. The two hotheads were at odds for no apparent reason, but they worked well together when Jaxon and Gunner weren’t trying to beat the shit out of each other. He wanted no such repeat of what had happened at Ryder and Harrison’s wedding reception. Gunner had bailed because of Jaxon.

“And you,” he warned Gunner, “better be here until the lights go out. And before you say a word,” he pointed a finger at Jaxon, who stood with his mouth open. Whatever the man was going to say dried up beneath his glare. “You will help Gunner clean up after the guests have left.”

Jaxon let out a deflated breath and nodded. “Of course.”

Even Gunner seemed resigned and nodded at Jaxon before the pair headed to the bar.

“Well, as I live and breathe,” Hayden gaped at the backs of Jaxon and Gunner. “Are they getting along?”

“Did anyone ever find out what the problem was between them?” Felix asked with a snicker.

“It probably won’t last,” Ryder grunted.

“It had better,” he muttered before turning to his love.

Gripping Macy’s hand, he drew him to the front of the room where they’d spared no expense with the setup. Flowers of white and baby pink, and of course green that Macy assured matched his eyes were