by Nina Croft
“Okay?”
She nodded. “Is this one of your fantasies?”
“Not yet. This is just a little foreplay.” His hands moved to her ass, fingers digging into her buttocks, and dragged her snug up against the huge bulge in his jeans. She tightened her legs around him, rubbing herself against his truly impressive erection as she melted on the inside. With a groan, he kissed her again, molding their bodies close together so her breasts pressed against his chest.
Finally, they ran out of oxygen, and he raised his head. A dull flush darkened his cheekbones, and his hair hung loose around his face—she must have pulled it free at some point—and his eyes glowed almost silver.
“Let’s move.” He pulled away from her, stood, then picked her up and carried her across the space to the warehouse, putting her down in the shadows of a deep doorway.
“This seems an odd place for a fantasy. Are you going to tell me the details?”
He waved a hand around the area. “This was the closest I could get. So the fantasy is…I’m in the exercise yard at the prison and there’s this gang of bad guys who are about to have their evil way with you.”
“What am I doing in the exercise yard?”
A look of mock irritation flashed across his face. “Maybe they smuggled you in. Or you got lost and wandered in.”
“Over the ten-foot-high wall topped with razor wire?”
“Hey, you’re here, accept it. And you’re naked. Totally fucking naked. So the clothes have to go.” He tugged her sweater over her head, pressing a hard kiss to the skin above her bra.
“You know this is a little far-fetched right?”
“Maybe.” But he didn’t sound too put out by her skepticism. He reached behind her, flicked open the catch on her bra and peeled the cups from her breasts. Stepping back, his gaze roamed over her, hot and dark. “Boots,” he said.
She glanced down and kicked off her boots. He opened the fastener of her pants, slowly lowered the zipper, and pushed them down over her hips and thighs. She shuffled out of them, leaving herself naked while Logan was still fully dressed. The sky was lightening around them, daylight close, and she was naked.
“What next?” she asked.
He studied her, head cocked to one side, lips curved in a slight smile. “Well, you’re tied up, your hands above your head.”
“Never going to happen.”
“I somehow thought you might say that. But we’ll work with what we’ve got.” He took a step closer, his fingertips trailing lightly down her arms, sending tingles zinging along her nerves, before catching her around the wrists.
For a second it occurred to her that she was in a deserted place with a man she knew very little about except that he was fixated on her sexually and fantasized about her being tied up and at his mercy. But only for a second. She trusted Logan. God knew why, but she felt safe with him. Well, maybe safe wasn’t the right word. Her body thrummed with anticipation, her breasts ached, and a pulse throbbed between her thighs. She knew she was soaking wet and she didn’t protest when he pulled her arms up and clamped them together in one of his.
“Shit, that is fucking hot. Your breasts are fucking amazing like this.” He wrapped her fingers around something metal. She peered up; a thick metal hook was embedded in the wall above her head. “Can you hold them there?”
She nodded…swallowed…licked her lips. “What happens next?”
“I go to untie you, and you tell me to wait. You’re so turned on by me saving you that you can’t wait and you beg me to fuck your brains out. Right here and now.”
“I bet I don’t say that. Even in a fantasy.”
He leaned in a little, stroked a finger over her breasts, rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb, tugging it as he watched her face. The action resonated between her thighs, hot and liquid. “Don’t you want me to fuck your brains out, sergeant?” he murmured in her ear, his warm breath feathering her skin. “Fuck you hard and fast up against the wall until you come screaming.”
Her traitorous sex clenched up tight at his words, and her mouth went dry. His hand shifted to his belt, and he slowly unbuckled it, opened the button on his pants, and lowered the zipper, letting out a groan of relief. His shaft sprang free, rock hard and vertical. She couldn’t drag her gaze away as he fisted his erection. “You want this? All of it, deep inside you?”
She closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, he was focused on her face, his hand still around his cock. As she watched, he squeezed hard, a shudder running through him. Oh Lord, but she wanted him inside her, like she’d never wanted anything before. And all she had to do was beg. She could do this.
“Please, Logan…”
“Go on.”
She bit her lip. “Please will you fuck my brains out?”
“Good girl.” He grinned. “And because you asked so nicely…”
He pulled a packet from his back pocket, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled the condom down over his erection. Stepping closer, he thrust one leather clad thigh between hers, pushing her legs apart. His big hand cupped her sex, one finger sliding between the folds. “Christ, you’re always so wet.” His hands shifted to her hips, gripped her hard, lifting her slightly so she grabbed his shoulders for balance.
“Hey, put those hands back. You’re supposed to be tied up,” he growled. “Trust me, I’ve got you.” She grasped the metal loop again as he shoved inside her with one hard flex of his hips. Her legs wrapped round his hips as he shifted her higher, pushing her back against the smooth metal of the door. He withdrew and she moaned at the exquisite drag of his flesh against hers, then moaned again as he pushed back inside. “So tight and hot and wet for me. All for me.” He pressed his face into the curve of her neck. “Ready?”
For what?
But she gave a quick nod, which he must have felt. “Good.”
He drew back and slammed into her hard, filling her, stretching her. She had no time to analyze the sensation because he was moving fast. Eyes closed, she clung to the metal above her head as he pumped into her, each fierce stroke driving her higher, pressing against her clit, pushing her beyond the limits of a pleasure that bordered on pain, until she was aware of nothing but the thrust of his hard cock. Inside her everything was building, tightening, growing almost unbearable in its intensity, until at last she burst into a thousand pieces, multicolored lights flashing behind her closed lids. As the pleasure waned, he rotated his hips, grinding against her clit, and she came again.
As she screamed his name, Logan released the last of his control. His head went back as his orgasm engulfed him, flooding his system. Each time the pleasure subsided, she’d twitch her hips, and it would start all over again, until his legs were trembling and sweat beaded his skin.
Grabbing her hips, he held her still. “Christ, no more.”
He rested his forehead against hers, and they stayed like that for what seemed like an age. Never in his life had he felt like this. All mixed up, and choked up, and not wanting to let her go. Sex had always been just that—a necessary release of tension. This was way more, and the thought scared him. He’d never wanted more, wasn’t even sure what “more” entailed.
She shifted, and he sighed against her skin and raised his head. Her eyes blinked up at him, dazed and sleepy. He wasn’t the only one affected by their encounter.
“Thank you,” he said.
She opened her mouth, then thought better and closed it again. He’d made her speechless and he liked that. Her hands still gripped the hook above her head as if she couldn’t let go, and he reached up, uncurling her fingers from the metal. “You can let go now, sweetheart.”
She dropped her hands to his shoulder as her legs gave way, and he wrapped his arms around her. Holding her against his chest, he backed up and slid down the wall behind him so he was seated on the ground with her, soft and clinging in his arms. He’d never liked clingy women, but Abby was different. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of flowers drifting up fr
om her hair as he stroked lazy circles on her skin.
After a few minutes, she raised her head, and he found himself staring into fathomless blue eyes. They were filled with an expression he couldn’t quite define, but which set off alarm bells somewhere deep inside. Alarm bells he ignored. Right now he felt too mellow. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes. At least I think so. That was…”
“Intense?”
She gave a wry smile. “That’s one word to describe it.”
How about mind-blowing? But maybe it hadn’t felt the same for her. A car drove past on the road beyond the warehouse, and she shifted in his arms. “You can let me go now,” she said.
Time to move and get back to real life.
He sighed. He liked it right here. Real life had a way of tarnishing things. But he uncurled his arms from around her.
Totally naked, she scrambled to her feet and stood. He couldn’t take his eyes from the smooth curves of her body. Perfection. She cast him a quick peek as if realizing he was watching, then looked purposefully away. Her clothes were scattered on the ground, and she quickly grabbed them up and pulled them on, only looking back at Logan when she was fully dressed. He was still seated on the ground, back against the wall, legs stretched out. Now he pushed himself to his feet, fastened his pants, and was ready to go.
“I’ll take you home.”
“What is this place?” she asked as they headed back to the bike.
“A work in progress. I bought the site to open a new club.”
He took the drive back a little slower. The roads were still quiet this early, but he felt no urge to rush. He liked the way she held him loosely, but with her breasts pressed against his back.
At that moment, he became aware of a sound. A police siren. He looked in the mirror and swore under his breath. He so didn’t need this right now. But sure enough, there was a patrol car coming up behind them, flashing its lights for them to pull over. They were the only thing on the road, so it must mean them, though he hadn’t been speeding.
He glanced back over his shoulder, just to check, and then slowed the bike and steered to the side of the road, where he pulled over and switched off the engine. The police car drew up behind. Through the mirror, he watched the officer climb out and approach them.
He turned to the side so Abby could hear him. “Stay here,” he said. “I’ll deal with this.” She did as she was told, not even removing her helmet, and he was guessing she wasn’t too keen on being recognized. She probably knew most of the police in this area.
Logan took a deep, calming breath and pulled off his helmet as he swung from the bike to stand facing the officer. The man was young; they were usually the worst, out to prove something. Logan kept his face expressionless.
“Nice bike,” the officer said. “Is it yours?”
Like he was going to say no. “Yes.”
“You can prove that?”
Logan made a snorting sound, but he turned to Abby who was still wearing his jacket. “My wallet is in the inside pocket.”
She reached inside, pulled out the wallet, and handed it to him. He took out the paper and passed it to the officer. Everything was in order. The guy could be as difficult as he liked, but there was nothing he could get Logan on. He just had to wait it out. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t used to this.
Beside him, Abby’s fingers were tapping against the leather of the seat as the officer took an age to look at the papers. Then he glanced across at Logan. “I’m going to call this in.”
Logan gritted his teeth but managed a casual shrug. “Go ahead.”
“No, wait,” Abby snapped, irritation clear in her voice. She pulled off the helmet, and her hair fell loose around her shoulders. “Is there a problem, Officer West?”
So she did recognize him. Logan didn’t know whether to laugh or warn her off. From the expression on her face, he probably wouldn’t succeed in the latter. She looked pissed.
The man turned to her, a frown drawing his brows together at the interruption. Then he actually looked at her and went very still, his eyes widening, like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
This time Logan couldn’t quite stifle his snort of amusement.
Officer West swallowed. “Sergeant Parker?”
“Obviously. You were going to phone something in. What exactly?”
“Um. Er…”
She raised a brow.
“There have been a number of bike thefts recently. We’ve been told to keep an eye out.”
“Fair enough. I take it there’s a problem with Mr. McCabe’s paperwork?”
He swallowed again, glanced down at the paper in his hand, then back at Logan. “No problem.” He handed it to Logan and cleared his throat. “Drive safely.” Then he walked back to his patrol car, got in, and drove off.
“Asshole,” she muttered.
Logan chuckled. “You’re fierce when you’re pissed off, Sergeant Parker.”
She turned from glaring after the police car to study him. “And aren’t you? Pissed off, I mean. There was no reason to pull you over and no call to make a big deal out of it once he’d seen the paperwork.”
“No point in being pissed off.” He grinned. “I’m not saying you’re all assholes, but there are enough. If prison taught me one thing it was to stay cool. I swore ten years ago when I got out, that I was never going back. So I smile and I nod and I make sure my paperwork is in order.”
She shook her head. “I’m impressed.”
“Good, I’m impressive. Now, let’s get you home. You must be exhausted.”
Chapter Eleven
“Are you going to tell me why I’m hearing a whole lot of rumors about you?”
She glanced up from her desk and considered ignoring Jack’s question and finishing up her application form instead. A vacancy had come up in the detective bureau, and she was going for it. This was all she’d wanted since she’d joined the force, and finally it was within her grasp. She’d passed the exams a year ago and had been waiting for a suitable opening.
But she supposed Jack had a right to ask. They hadn’t repeated the date yet, and to be honest, while she was sleeping with Logan—or if not sleeping, then fulfilling his sexual fantasies—she didn’t feel she could date anyone else. But Jack was a friend, maybe more, and she owed him honesty at least.
Except she didn’t want to talk about Logan.
He was nobody’s business but hers.
“I have no idea.” She should have known that prick West wouldn’t keep his mouth shut. She’d been getting strange looks since she’d come on duty last night, but only Jack was brave enough to ask her outright.
He perched on the edge of the desk. “Rumors involving you, a Harley, and Logan McCabe in the early hours of yesterday morning. I might have discounted them, except I know for a fact that you know McCabe. What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing to do with work.”
“So what is it to do with?”
She pursed her lips while she decided what to say. Logan was in their lives now, and she was convinced he was here to stay. He’d made it very clear he planned to be a big part of Jennifer’s life. That wasn’t something she could, or even wanted to, keep a secret long-term.
“Logan is Jenny’s father.”
He rose to his feet and stood staring down at her. “What?”
“Logan McCabe is Jennifer’s father.” She pressed a finger to her forehead wishing the conversation was over. Or better yet, that it had never started. “He didn’t know until recently, and I’d really rather you kept it to yourself for now.”
“So how did he find out?”
“I told him of course.”
“Why? Why now?”
She drummed her fingers on her desk as she considered her answer, finally deciding on the truth. “Lately Jenny has been asking a lot of questions. And I always felt bad about not telling him. And I sort of expected that he wouldn’t want anything to do with us.”
“I take it that’s no
t the case?”
“No. He wants to be part of her life. They’ve met and they get on incredibly well. She’s also met his family.”
“Rory McCabe?”
“And Declan, and Logan’s sister and stepmother.”
“Jesus.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Do you really want a man like that in Jenny’s life?”
Gritting her teeth, she dredged up Logan’s advice. Stay cool and smile. She forced her lips into a semblance of a smile, though couldn’t quite make it reach her eyes. “I checked before I went to see him. He’s not been in any trouble since that first time. Otherwise I would never have told him. Everyone makes mistakes.”
“He’s an ex-con. People like that never change.”
She picked up a pencil and tapped it on the desk as she tried to control her anger. The pencil snapped. Crap. She didn’t recognize herself these days. She never got angry, things never fazed her, yet she was ready to stab Jack with her broken pencil.
“You know absolutely nothing about him. And he’s Jennifer’s father, so I’d be pleased if you didn’t say anything like that in my presence again. Logan paid for whatever crime he committed.”