Ready to Wed (Ready #1.5)(6)

Fuck.

“Uhhh…”

“Logan, where are your suitcases?”

“Across the hall?” I don’t know why I phrased it like a question. Like that would help.

“Across the hall? Why?”

“It doesn’t matter. Forget it. I’ll move them back.” I moved in to kiss her, wanting to get back to the naughty fun we were having, but she turned her head, giving me an amused and slightly pissed look.

“You moved them? Why would you do that?”

I ran my hands up her shirt, still intent on distracting her. She slapped away my hand. I was not getting out of this.

“I thought it might be nice for the two of us to…you know, not be together until the wedding. A bit of tradition.”

“Oh, I see.”

Well, that wasn’t so bad.

“And what is this exactly?” she asked, referring to the fact that I had her pressed against the door of our once shared suite, seconds away from stripping her naked and f**king her until she screamed my name so loud all the neighbors heard.

“I decided, after a bit of thinking, that it was a dumb idea…so I’m moving everything back.”

She gave me a mischievous grin. A very different type of mischief though than what I witnessed in the lobby. Whatever she was thinking now, I had a feeling I wouldn’t be enjoying it.

“No I think it’s a great idea,” she said, sliding her beautiful legs down to the ground, and giving my body a slight push off hers.

“You do?”

“Oh yeah. What is that saying? Distance makes the heart grow fonder?”

She sauntered away, bending down to pick up the garment bag she’d dropped in our mangled entrance minutes ago. She made a show of it too, sticking her ass up and bending down slowly.

How many days until we got married? Three?

I was so f**ked.

Chapter Four

~Clare~

“Men are so dumb,” Leah laughed, having just heard about my afternoon nookie that wasn’t.

“I know! So, now, I’m holding him to it. If he thought it was such a great idea, then we’ll do it. Separate rooms and no sex until our wedding night.”

“That’s mean,” she said.

“Oh, no. What’s mean is that I’m going to make it hell for him.” I emphasized my point, perking up my boobs that were on full display in my very revealing teal dress I’d chosen for dinner.

“Okay, now that’s just evil. Good job.” She gave me a high five.

We continued to laugh and enjoy our relaxed time together. We didn’t have a lot of it back home. One of us usually had to run off and we never had enough time. She worked full time as a nurse, and I had Maddie and now Logan. Our lives were chaotic, but we always made time for each other.

After an hour or so, everyone else joined us for dinner. We had a large party. My parents had flown in just a few hours ago, along with Logan’s best friend Colin and his wife Ella who brought along their newborn son. We all ooh’ed and ahh’d over Colin’s mini-me before settling down to eat. Maddie had spent the afternoon swimming with Leah, and when my parents arrived, she took them on a tour of the grounds, showing them where all of her favorite spots were. She’d only been here for a few hours longer than them, but she was the expert. Naturally.

Logan sat down next to me, noticing my dress right away. His eyes widened and zeroed in on the cle**age billowing out. This was going to be fun.

“Nana, did you know that ice cream tastes even better on an island?” Maddie said to my mother, who had just taken her seat next to my father. Both were dressed casually and looked happy and relaxed. I was so glad to have them here.

“I didn’t know that! You’ll have to show me!”

“Logan took me right when we got off the plane and he got chocolate and I got mango. It was yummy!”

“So yummy, she got it all over her dress,” Logan exclaimed, giving her a nudge which made her giggle.

Kids can never eat ice cream without making a royal mess. It’s like they don’t understand the concept of how to lick the ice cream. Only mash. Lick the ice cream? Okay Mommy! Five seconds later, the kid is covered in it from head to toe.

“You forgot to mention that I got chocolate, but I didn’t actually get to eat any of it,” Logan said, giving me a look.

“Your fault. You shouldn’t have ordered chocolate. You should know better by now.”

“I asked you if you wanted any and you said no!”

“Still your fault.”

I love chocolate. A lot. Bordering on slightly obsessed? Maybe. He should know not to bring any around me. I’ve been stealing chocolate and desserts from him since our first date. Even before, actually.

All throughout dinner, I caught Logan staring at me. He was distracted and would have to be asked questions more than once before he could answer. My teal man-killing dress was working.

Was making my fiancé miserable days before our wedding mean? Maybe. But it was fun.

~Logan~

That dress. That god damn dress. Where the hell did she get it? And how soon could I peel it off of her? I knew what she was doing. I knew she was playing me…pushing all my buttons to punish me for moving out of our suite.

Men are dumb. We make stupid mistakes. A lot.

Even the smartest of us, no matter how many Ivy League degrees we may have nailed to our walls, are stupid as f**k when it comes to the opposite sex. I realized this about half a second too late—right around the time I had my fiancée pinned against a door, ready to devour her.