Sweetest Taste of Sin (Southern Sin) (8 page)

J.B’s elbow found Ant’s ribs, cutting him off again. “She gets it. Fuck, man.” He shook his head at his brother and looked at Logan, who was doing her best not to start laughing hysterically. “We’re not perfect, but we’re both perfectly in love with you.”

At that, her laughter died and a warm glow set up shop in her chest. “I love you too. Both of you, so much,” she breathed.

That earned her sweet, sinful smiles from her men.

“We want to make it official,” Ant blurted, obviously anxious, something she found amusing and adorable, although she’d never tell him that. “We know when we do this for real it’ll be just to one of us, and that’ll happen soon, but right now we want to make our vows to you, Logan.”

She blinked at them. “Is this a marriage proposal?”

J.B. shot a glare at Ant. “Told you I should’ve done that part,” he muttered under his breath. He turned back to her. “Yes, this is a marriage proposal from both of us, babe. We love you, want to spend the rest of our lives making you happy, giving you babies and raisin’ ’em with you.”

He cracked open his box to show off a gorgeous
, two-toned diamond ring. She’d never seen anything like it. The center diamond was round, set in a rose-colored twist that was dotted with even more diamonds and sat in a white gold band. Her heart did this strange clench in her chest, as he plucked the band from the velvet bed and slid it onto her left ring finger.

Not to be outdone, Ant opened his box
, revealing a solid band of diamonds that seemed to catch fire in the light. He was a little slower in getting the ring out of the box, but finally did it, and if his fingers shook a little when he reached for her right hand, no one mentioned it.

“I love you,” was all he said
, as he slid the band onto the ring finger of her right hand. He cleared his throat, his thumb playing with the jewelry a moment. “I can’t stand next to you, in front of our friends and family, and say the words but I want to say them now.” He looked up and met her gaze. “I take you to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” Then he gave her a little crooked smile. “If you say yes that is.”

Logan launched herself off the bed, throwing herself at him, tears streaming down her face. Her “yes” was muffled by his mouth, but he heard her all the same. Or maybe he understood her sheer happiness because he gave a huge sigh of relief, his arms tightening around her body as he kissed her socks off.

“Do I get one of those?” J.B. asked when the kiss went from happy and relieved to hot and carnal.

Ant released her and Logan threw herself at her other husband-to-be. “Yes, yes, yes,” she told him between
the butterfly kisses she planted all over his face. The last one landed on his lips and he too took the kiss to an entirely different level.

Soon Logan found herself on the bed between her men, clothes gone, diamonds catching the early morning light as they pledged their hearts, bodies and souls to each other. It was how she’d planned to start her morning off and she was ecstatic, then orgasmic
, as they gave her the sweetest taste of sin.

As they would for the rest of their lives.

The End

About the Author

Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing. 

Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. They speak to her constantly wanting their stories told and she does her best to accommodate them. When she isn’t writing, working, or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.

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