I look at him in shock. “Your mother?”
“Nah,” he grins at me. “The assholes she liked to bring home until they got bored of her. There was this one guy, Rich, who liked two things. Drinking, and hitting kids half his size.”
“Jesus Christ, Logan…” I trail off, shaking my head and not even knowing how to respond except with sympathy.
“I had to find her a few years ago for-” He trails off and shakes his head. “I just had to go home for this thing. She hadn’t seen or talked to me since before I enlisted, and the only thing she said to me after asking for money was to stop wasting her long distance points while her soap was on.”
I bite my lip as I feel my heart break a little inside for this man who’s somehow ended up the man he is today despite what sounds like a complete lack of love growing up in the world. I mean, I understand loss, with my mother dying when we were little and my dad always being off traveling the world for business even before he passed. But I know there’s nothing there that compares to what it must have been like to grow up as Logan. I might not have had my parents physically around, but I knew I had their love.
He sips on his rum and then darts his eyes back down to mine, where the hard look softens as he shrugs and grins at me. “Actually this might sound weird given the nature of our relationship, but your father was the only real parent I ever knew.”
I smile. “Not weird. My dad had that effect on people.”
“He saved us, you know.”
“From?”
Logan leans up and kisses me softly. “From nothing you ever need to worry about it.” I start to pull away in protest, not wanting him to close me out again, but he holds me still as he kisses me. “What he saved us from is the worst parts of ourselves, darlin. He saved me from a part of myself I don’t need to go back to, not ever.”
I nod slowly, understanding as he holds my gaze. “You’re not shutting me out?”
He laughs. “Just so you know, Doc, not even Bryce and Hudson know about my Dad.”
“Wait, seriously?” The full weight of just how open Logan’s just been with me almost takes my breath away.
He shrugs. “I guess I’m not big on sharing the past, even with people I like.”
“I guess this mean you either really like me or can’t stand me, huh?” I stick my tongue out at him, grinning as he laughs and wraps his strong arms around me.
“Darlin, I’d say that means I really, really like you.”
He presses his lips hotly and forcefully against my own, searing me with the heat there as he pulls me tight against his body. I moan into his kiss, and I can feel him surge beneath me, the kiss quickly turning more and more passionate and fiery. Our mouths open as our tongues tease together, and his hands slide over my body as I moan into his kiss. He’s teasing over my breasts and making my nipples harden under my tank-top as his tongue slides against mine. His hands slide lower to my legs curled in his lap and then over my knees and thighs, moving higher. I’m already soaking wet for him as his fingers push my panties to the side and slide easily through my folds. I’m moaning into his mouth and rocking into him as my hands fumble for the button of his jeans, desperate to feel him.
I slip my panties quickly down my legs and pull my sundress over my head as he shoves his jeans down his muscled thighs and yanks his shirt off. I’m kissing him passionately, tasting his tongue with mine as I straddle him and feel his cock so hard and ready, pulsing against my thigh. He stiffens as I wrap my hand around him and bring him against my wetness. “I’ve got one,” he growls, sucking at my bottom lip with his teeth. “Back in my bag, in the room-”
But I’m pulling back and shaking my head slowly, stopping his words. “Leave it.” I whisper, feeling a pulsing heat shoot through my body while his eyes smolder with lust as he understand what I’m saying.
“Quinn, I-”
“I’m clean,” I say maybe more hastily than I should have.
But he’s smiling at me as he cups my face in his hands. “So am I. I’ve actually, uh, never-”
“Me neither.” I whisper quietly, and he leans in and kisses me.
“Are you sure?”
For a second, I wonder if I am. After all, what really is this little secret fantasy we’re both living together? And where does it go after we leave this little fantasy island and have to go back to the real world, with family and work and all the reasons why this shouldn’t happen?
But again, the thought is only for a second, and of course, seconds do pass quickly.
“I just want you, Logan.” I say shyly, but with my everything behind it. I’m biting my lip and looking into those green pools “Nothing between us, just you and me.”