“Because I was pissed and taking it out on the wrong person. It’s always easier to blame someone else than to own your ownmistakes.” I tug Olivia’s hair. “Luckily for me, your sister took mercy on my stupidity and forgave me.”
“Has she?” Scarlet asks, and Olivia cocks her head to the side and drags her bottom lip between her teeth.
“She has,” Liv answers her mom after a few moments.
“He apologized? That’s it?” Brynlee asks, clearly still not convinced. “It was that easy to forgive him?”
“He has,” my feisty little wife agrees before throwing a beautiful smile my way. One that makes me nervous she’s about to blow this dinner up. “And trust me when I say, he’s very,verygood at making it up to me.”
Ah, shit.
Grenade thrown.
Deacon chokes on his coffee.
Brynlee laughs so hard she cries.
Scarlet looks utterly unimpressed.
And Cade... Well, I’m pretty sure Cade wants to murder me.
“Obviously,”—Olivia’s hand finds my thigh under the table, and squeezes—“I’m still making him pay for it.”
Olivia
“Come on, Livvy. Tell me the sex is so good you had to marry him because you can’t possibly imagine getting railed by anyone else ever again, and I’d believe it. I mean, I saw the way he looks at you. And girl, from one sister to another, hockey players are mighty talented. But?—”
“No buts, Brynn. There’s nothing to tell. Logan Adler is my husband. End of story.” I’ve never been like my sister and her friends. I’ve never shared every detail of my life with her the wayshe does with them. I barely share it with Serena, and I think she might be my soulmate. I’m just not that person, which means I don’t have to start faking that now.
“Come on,” she pouts. “At least tell me the sex isn’t bad then. I mean, that would just be heartbreaking.” She sips her wine and grabs a chocolate chip cookie off the platter on the counter. “No man should look like that and have a small dick.”
I flush, remembering just how it felt waking up tucked against Logan this morning.
The safety I felt in his arms and so freaking hot as his heavy erection pressed against my ass.
“Ohh...” Brynn giggles like we’re two teenagers instead of grown women. “It’s that big then?”
“It’s not small,” I decide to give in and share as Brynlee’s eyes widen, and my heart sinks.
“Words every man wants to hear.” Deacon moves around the counter and wraps a hand around my sister’s waist, pulling her closer as Logan slides up to my side, his face an unreadable mask. “Glad to hear it’s not small, Adler. I mean, it’s not like she said you had a micropenis or something.”
Logan shakes his head and flips Deacon off.
“That’s not what I said,” I murmur, lifting my eyes to Logan’s, expecting to see annoyance but finding amusement instead. At least he doesn’t seem to get mad easily.
“So does this mean you boys are getting along?” Brynlee asks our husbands. “Or do we need to worry about the whole rival teams thing?”
“Not until the Revolution play the Nobles next month,” Logan says and takes a pull of his beer. “Your husband might need a little consoling after the game.”
“Not a chance, Adler.” He lifts his own beer bottle and points it at Logan. “Maybe we just don’t have a family dinner that week since you’re going to be licking your wounds.”
“I doubt that’s all he’ll be licking,” Brynlee murmurs before looking at me, eyes wide like she can’t believe she just said that.
“My horny big sister, gentlemen. Mom and Dad are so proud.” I take another sip of wine and quietly wish the floor would swallow me whole. “Where’s Maggie?”
Logan runs his fingers over a lock of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “Your parents have her and Knight outside on the playset. She’s loving the swing.”
“They’ve always loved kids,” I tell him, turning to look through the window into the yard.