Page 56 of Cop Blocked

There are so many layers to this man in front of me. For all the tough-guy exterior he wears, there’s another piece of him that only I get to see. If there’s one thing we’ve done a lot of since the accident, it’s having moments like this. Baring our souls and in so many ways - healing. Together.

And every time he shares a piece of his past, I damn sure I fall even harder.

“I told you both of my parents died years ago. What I didn’t tell you was what happened, what led to all of that. I have to warn you, though, it’s not pretty.”

“Remember, we all have a backstory, Logan. My parents decided I was a waste and ruining my life because of Piper. If anyone knows ugly, I think I do.”

“My father, he liked to beat up on my mother. How’s that for ugly?”

I hiss, but he keeps going.

“He rarely took a swing at Ryker or me, but he’d beat the hell out of her and not think twice. We watched it happen over and over again. The older I got, I started working out, trying to get stronger and protect her. I’d gotten in a few scuffles with the asshole before, that night though, it was different, in so many ways.”

He stares off into the distance for a moment then continues, “Ryker and I were out of the house for a little bit. Our father was supposed to be working late, so we figured Mom was safe. We could hear her screams as we walked up the sidewalk to the front door. I pulled Eddie off of her, he hit me, and I lost it. Blow after blow, I took all those years of anger I had from watching him beat on my mother, and I returned the favor. The police and paramedics showed up; even more hell broke loose. I thought for sure I was going to jail, but there was enough evidence against Eddie that they were convinced I was acting in self-defense. Ryker was able to corroborate what happened, so they let me go.”

Logan’s eyes get misty, but he fights back the tears. “My mom died that night. Once Eddie recovered from the beating I’d given him, he went to prison where he died a few months later. It turns out he wasn’t the stand-up guy my mother believed he was in the beginning, and karma caught up to him. I’ve spent a lot of years since then, worrying that I’d end up just like him.”

I gasp, “Logan. You’re nothing like him. Do you not see the way children are drawn to you, especially Piper? I’ve never met a person as tender as you when it comes to womenandchildren.”

He shrugs. “You asked, and I’m still learning. It’s been hard to get that voice out of my head. He always made excuses, said shit that got in my head. I’ll never forget how many times he told Ryker and me that we would never amount to anything, that we both had a demon living inside us. The minute our mom died, I knew I had to get out of there.”

“Which is why you joined the Marines,” I add.

“I went to college first, but yeah. Ryker is three years younger than me. I didn’t want to leave him until he was eighteen and on his feet. I finished college, found a recruiting station, and signed my life away to the Marine Corps, hoping like hell I was doing the right thing and setting the right example for my little brother.”

“If I had to guess, I’d bet that you’ve done a fine job of that.” I crawl in his lap and hug him tight.

“Right, except the traitor decided to become a firefighter,” he cracks a smile. “Can’t win them all, I suppose.”

“Hmm. Little does he know, cops do it better.”

“Fuck yeah we do.” Logan kisses me.

“Would you think poorly of me if I said, I want to stay right here and make out with you like we’re a bunch of teenagers?”

“Please.” Leaning back, he stretches out his arms across the back of the couch. “Don’t let me stop you from making out with me,” he says with a throaty chuckle, the heaviness of his confession beginning to dissipate between us.

Quickly straddling his hips, I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back even further into the couch. My lips meet his, and that familiar fire that I’ve only felt with him ignites again. His hands on my hips ground me in place. Holding me firmly against his denim-clad length as we devour each other.

Instinctively I rock against him, and he growls in my mouth. I’d give anything to throw caution to the wind and take him to bed, my bed. For now, this will have to do. And make do it certainly does as he shifts underneath me. His hands drift under the fabric of my shirt and find my taunt nipples behind the thin satin of my bra. With each pinch and flick of his fingers, I writhe against him, while our mouths dual possessively.

Rubbing against him again, I feel that familiar build up out of nowhere. There’s no stopping the explosion that is about to happen. Even fully clothed, the friction between us is more than I can take.

Logan pulls back from my lips. “Let go, Rachel, give in to it.”

His words are my undoing, and I shatter. A kaleidoscope of light erupts behind my eyes as I bury my head in his shoulder, and my body shakes. I bite my lip to stifle the cries of pleasure and to keep from screaming out as Logan holds me tightly against him, letting me use him for my own gain.

My body hasn’t even stopped humming when Piper cries out in panic from her room. “Mommy! Mommy! I had a bad dream.”

Her footsteps echo down the hall as I jump from Logan’s lap, quickly trying to right myself.

He grabs one of the throw pillows and covers his lap, while I meet Piper halfway.

“I heard a noise in my dreams.” She rubs her eyes as I pick her up.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It was your imagination. Let’s get you back in bed.”

Tucking her back in, I make sure she has her stuffie and turn on her sound machine again while I sit on the foot of her bed and pat her side.

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