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I shut the door and stand in front of the security system, scrolling through the options until I’ve engaged the motion sensors that go around the perimeter of the property along with the usual alarm should anyone try to access any other entry point into the house without knowing the code.
Pulling my cell phone from my pocket, I head down to the basement and to the locked room where I’ve stored various weapons and instruments for emergency moments just like this. Moments that I never quite expected would actually come to fruition, but that knowing this stuff was here has helped give me a sense of security these past couple of years.
Standing inside the room, I dial the number Noah left me. Voicemail.
I relay what’s happened and tell him to call me back ASAP. Then I look around, feeling oddly comforted at the sight of the weapons at my disposal.
Simon doesn’t fucking know who he’s messing with. But he will.
Chapter 20
Logan
It’s past midnight,and I’m still wide awake on my bed, dressed in just my sweats, my thoughts on Dylan and protecting her—physically and emotionally. Usually by now she would be in my room, seeking my comfort, but having passed her room several times these past few hours, sleep has, fortunately, overcome her. I doubt it will do the same for me.
Which is just as well since, when I hear her cry out moments later, I’m up and out of bed and by her side in less than a minute.
Another nightmare. Not surprising.
I don’t hesitate as I pull her into my arms and stroke the back of her head, offering reassuring words until her breathing returns to normal, and she’s no longer shaking.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispers.
“I wasn’t asleep. Do you want to talk about it?”
She shakes her head. “I hate giving them any more shape than they already have.” She sinks against me. “I’d rather talk about anything else, actually.”
“Are you hungry? I can go bring you some of the Chinese takeout Parker and I had.”
“No. Just hold me a little longer. How is Parker?” she asks more tentatively.
“He’s doing okay. Worried as hell about you, though.”
“Did… did he mention anything about our conversation?”
“He did,” I mumble. “He’s still processing it, but I think he realizes it’s better to know the truth than wait around for something that’s never going to happen.”
“Good. I hope that’s true. Because he’s a great guy. You have quite the son.”
“The credit is all his mom’s.”
“I don’t know. I know things weren’t all rosy, but he always spoke about you and your time away in the Army with respect. He thought you were a hero. I still do,” she adds more softly, reaching a hand up to push my hair past my brow.
She’s so soft and smells amazing, like vanilla and citrus, and I’m helpless to resist the need to taste her mouth, which she opens eagerly. It’s a soft kiss, almost like a caress, as we take our time exploring the sensations this singular touch can give, and she slides onto my lap, her legs wrapping around me to get in a better position. But I’m still a man, and my dick has a mind of its own as it thickens and hardens, pushing against her belly.
Moving my hands under her shirt, I find her breast, rubbing my finger over the nipple as she moans into my mouth and squirms her ass over my erection. So caught up in the sensuousness of our kiss and caresses, neither of hear Parker’s door or his footsteps until he shoves open Dylan’s door—a door I failed to fully close when I came in.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asks and flips the light on as Dylan and I squint against the brightness. “Dad? Dylan?”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Dylan quickly slips off my lap, pulling her tee down and sitting back onto the bed as I pray to God my son can’t see the giant boner still tenting my pants. “Parker. Son. I can explain.”
“Explain what? Explain why you and my ex are in here grinding against each other, her legs around you as if you’re about to fuck? That’s what you were about to do, wasn’t it? If I hadn’t come in when I did?”
I glance at Dylan, who sinks farther into the blankets, looking so small and mortified. “Son, go easy. I know this has to come as a surprise seeing us together. It came as a surprise to Dylan and me, too.”
He’s shaking his head, his lips curled in disgust and horror. “This is sick. Both of you. Tell me. Have you been fucking each other the entire time I’ve been here? Just down the hall?”
