Don’t Fall for Your Fake Boyfriend (Magnolia Ridge #4) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
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“I’m good,” I say to Callum, getting him to step aside. I adjust my shirt as I smirk at Lake. “That’s the only thing we’ll ever agree on. She does deserve a hell of a lot better than you. She deserves an Atwood.”

I’ve never felt so sure of something in my life. Willow does deserve an Atwood and I’m that lucky bastard. It might not be forever. It might only be while we’re in Vegas, but I’m okay with that. I’ll be able to say that for a short while, Willow was mine.

“I think we should end the game early,” Griffin says, looking between me and Lake.

“Yeah, everyone needs to cool off,” Paxton agrees, pushing Lake toward the side.

“That was fucking badass,” Tripp says, laughing as he stands in front of me.

“Watching you defend your girl is a proud moment for me,” Shepherd says.

“Wait until Mom hears about this. She’ll be so preoccupied that I won’t hear about my love life for years,” Callum says, laughing.

“Or she’ll say you need to find someone worth fighting for,” Shepherd replies.

We all laugh when Callum groans.

“I hope Paxton isn’t pissed at me, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

“He’s not pissed at you, but I’m sure Lake is getting an earful right now,” Shepherd says with a smile.

“Just so you know, Anya knows, so I’m sure everyone does,” Griffin says, holding his phone out, showing us how he gave Anya a play-by-play.

“Great,” I sigh, running my hand through my hair.

I don’t know if Willow will be happy about this, or if it’s going to tick her off. I grin as I realize we might be having angry sex tonight and I’m totally down for it.

I pace the hotel room waiting for Willow to return from her girl's day. I haven’t heard from her since Griffin told Anya I hit Lake. I’m not sure if her silence is a good thing or not.

A sigh releases as I run my hands through my hair. I won’t apologize for what I did. He’s lucky I stopped after one punch because I wanted to rip his heart out. The things he was saying were meant to piss me off and he accomplished that.

Paxton had Ben bring Lake back and when we were alone he told me he would’ve done the same thing for Hartford. It’s confusing as hell because he loves Hartford and I definitely don’t feel that way about Willow, right? But the need to defend her and our fake relationship was overwhelming.

The door opens and I freeze as Willow walks in, dropping her bag by the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she replies, staring at me.

I take a few steps closer to her and stop. “So, I’m sure Anya told you, but let me try to explain.”

Before I can even comprehend it, she’s tossing her arms around my neck and kissing me.

Okay, so I guess she’s not mad?

Fuck it, I don’t question it, I kiss her back. I pull her against me, sinking my fingers into her silky hair as I deepen the kiss.

She moans and I pull her hair lightly, pushing my hard cock against her.

I break the kiss and search her face, locking my eyes onto hers. “Get your clothes off and get on the bed.”

This time, she does as she’s told.

Chapter 17

Willow

I can't believe this is happening. When Anya told me what happened with the guys out on the golf course, I was in awe. I honestly didn’t know what to think, but the fact that Brock defended my honor? I think I swooned on the spot.

There’s something about Brock that I can't deny anymore. Even now, as Brock looks into my eyes while I tear off my clothes, there's pure possession there. It's like he knows he owns me, and I sort of think he does.

Even if this is only for now, while we're both in Vegas, whatever stipulations we put on this exchange, it’s insane how badly I want him.

And I do want him.

I remove my panties as Brock watches me like a hawk. Like a starving man, desperate for food.

I climb onto the bed as Brock licks his lips, and then drags his lower lip between his teeth. It’s sexy, and nearly makes me feral.

It’s never been like this before in my life. My heart is literally trying to beat out of my chest. I’m so turned on that even the simplest breeze could cause me to erupt.

Brock stares at me, like really studies me, and it almost makes me nervous. I cover myself, and squeeze my legs together.

Brock shakes his head. “No, don’t do that, Willow. I want to memorize every inch of you.”

My eyes widen. “But why? That’s not very sexy.” How could he seriously want to memorize every inch of me? I’m too self-conscious. It makes me nervous, and Brock steps closer to the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt.


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