Chapter nineteen
Trey
Marry You – Bruno Mars
The minute I push open the door to Logan and Mac’s room, I’m hit with chaos.
Sam’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, eating cereal straight from the box like a gremlin who’s given up on dignity.
Chace is shirtless, brushing his golden mane like some bored king holding court from the nearest chair. It makes me grin. Who knew long hair was such a chore?
Wait. Oh yeah—me.
Because every time mine starts getting too long, I end up snagging it on shit. Zippers. Jewelry.
See, I’m usually behind them, hands tangled in their hair, whispering filth against the back of their neck. You know, the kind of talk that gets them trembling—good girl, look at you, taking my cock like a needy little whore—and then,rip.
A tuft of hair or an extension in my fist. Instant mood killer.
Moral of the story—long hair looks hot, but it’s a liability. That’s why mine stays just long enough to grab.
Logan’s leaning against the dresser, coffee in hand, looking way too calm for a guy whose idiot best friend is about to marry someone he met while running fromCasper the Diddling Ghost.
“I wanted to say good morning, dumb fuck—or something mean,” Chace mutters, lifting his mug like a toast, “but after catching a glimpse of her in passing…yeah. I get it, bro. I’d wanna save her too.”
He grins, lazy as sin. “Maybe notmarryher, though.”
I pause in the doorway, hand still on the frame. “Good thing you don’t have power of attorney over me or my decisions, because I, my fine gentlemen, am not mentallydeficious.”
“Deficient,” Logan corrects without looking up.
“That’s what I said.”
“No, you saiddeficious,which isn’t even a word.”
“Are you sure? Itsoundslike one.”
“Trey,” Chace groans, “you’re doing theDownton Abbeything again.”
“Fuck.” I rub my face.
“Shitting yourself?”
“Uhh—”
“That’s a yes,” Sam crows, cereal flying from his mouth. “Good. You should be. This is fucking nuts.”
“She’d understand if you had cold feet,” Logan offers, his voice calm. “People in long relationships get them all the time leading up to the day.”
Like a lifeline thrown in open water, I want to grab onto his words and hang on. “You ever get that feeling with Mac?”
Logan quirks a brow, smiling faintly. “She might. She’s always been her own person…but me?” His tone softens. “I’m gonna marry that woman. I don’t see anything past the day without her in it.”
“That soundsrealfucking healthy,” Chace mutters, rolling his eyes. “We get it—big tough guy’s pussy-whipped.”
Logan finishes his coffee, completely unfazed. “I’m joking,” Chace blurts. “Didn’t land, I guess…”
“Nah, you lost aura with that one,” Sam says through a mouthful of cereal.
