The Holloways (Made for Love Book 3.5) by R.C. Martin Read Free Book Online

hour every night. It meant giving up my bartending gig at Cooper’s and no more basketball with the guys on Monday nights, but taking the increase was what was best for me. What was best for Logan and me.
    I’ve been making life choices in the interest of my woman since before she started wearing my name. I haven't regretted it for a single second.
    I haven’t seen my girl since this morning, when she came in for my first yoga class. Back when we started dating, she promised to spend every Saturday morning with me at the studio. She’s yet to break that promise. Sometimes, if she’s totally stressed out at work, she’ll squeeze in one of my evening classes too. She’s gotten really good, very strong, and I can’t help but feel a bit of pride when I see her on her mat, breathing through each pose.
    Though, I’ll admit, sometimes I have to force myself to look away. Getting a raging hard-on in the middle of class is not my idea of a good time. Seeing my wife in her tight yoga pants with her ass in the air—it’s like a handwritten invitation.
    My dick jerks even just thinking about it. I spend my drive home wondering if I’ll have time to take a dip into my pussy before we have to get ready to leave. As soon as I pull into the lot and hop out of my Jeep, I’m assaulted by the cold night air. With two very good excuses to rush inside, I jog my way to the stairs leading to our door, taking them two at a time. I reach for the handle to insert my key and find that it’s unlocked. I furrow my brow as I let myself in and then lock up behind me.
    “Logan?” I bellow, making my way down the hallway with purpose.
    “Rome? Is that you?” I hear her yell over the sound of her hair dryer.
    I scoff, wondering what the hell kind of question that is.
    Who else would it be?
    When I fill the doorway of the bathroom, she smiles at my reflection before she notices the look on my face. The light in her eyes, simply from seeing me, makes me want to pull her into my arms and kiss her—but that’ll have to wait and we both know it. She turns off her hair dryer and spins to face me. I give her a once over and see that she’s in a pair of tight jeans and a cream sweater that accentuates her curves. I force my gaze away from her tits and up to her eyes
    “What’s wrong?”
    “ Rome? Is that you? What’s that about, Logan?” I ask with an annoyed shrug.
    “What do you mean? I thought I heard something—I wasn’t sure if it was you. Why are you looking at me like that?”
    “Why was the door unlocked?”
    “Oh!” she gasps, the expression on her face a speaking of her guilt. “Sorry! I went shopping earlier and it was cold out. I didn’t want to make a bunch of trips, so my hands were really full. I must have forgotten. My bad.”
    “Babe—how many times—?”
    “I know! I’m sorry,” she insists, rushing toward me. She braces herself against my chest and flashes her big, green eyes at me. “I was distracted. But look at me—I’m fine! It’s fine.”
    “You know how I feel about you being here with the door unlocked—especially at night.”I sigh, locking her in my arms, and a small smile plays at her lips.
    “I know,” she says with a nod. “I wasn’t thinking.”
    “I didn’t even know you were planning on shopping today. What had your hands so full?”
    She chuckles and shakes her head, and I feel as if I’ve missed the joke. “I’ll admit, I got a little carried away.” Pulling away from me, she grabs my hand and leads me out of the bathroom toward the bed. It’s covered in bags of all shapes and sizes. I wonder how I managed to miss it when I came in. Now, I stare at my wife in confusion.
    “At first, I was just out looking for a birthday gift for Trevor. I know we’ve been talking about what to get him for a couple weeks now. Anyway, I was out looking and I found this custom t-shirt shop at the mall, so I ordered him something. While I was waiting, I wandered around and— oh, my gosh! There