I was a fool.
I’d been denying myself happiness because I was angry and afraid. It wasn’t until I heard him, until I saw the way only he could ever look at me, when I knew there was no stopping our connection, not even thousands of miles.
I would have liked to say we pulled the car over and fucked in the backseat like horny teenagers, but it would be a lie. While struggling to contain our excitement, Logan put his lights on to get through the city traffic. He kept a focus on the road while never letting go of my hand. We hardly said anything. We really didn’t need to. Logan and I were on the same page, right where we’d left off before.
As soon as he pulled into his driveway we both made a mad dash for the front door. We bypassed the living room and headed straight down the hall. Clothes were flying off before his door was shut, and by the time we made it to the mattress, his lips were on mine again.
With precision, I was lifted up, my legs shoved in the air. Logan came up between them, sucking on one of my nipples before finding my lips again. His hunger was so intense his breathing was strained. Sweat rolled down his forehead and his bare chest was already shiny. I ran my hands over it, pinching his nipples hard to get a rise. He thrust inside of me without warning. I made a loud sound, shocked and pleased. It felt so good, the friction and pace. He worked his hips, grinding into me harder and harder.
We switched positions, him flipping me around and taking me from behind. I clung to the headboard as he rammed inside of me full-force. I screamed out his name, getting off on the sounds escaping his lips. When I thought he was ready to explode, he removed himself and turned me around again, pulling my body to straddle his lap. My own lubrication allowed me to slip back in easily. In this position he was able to play with my tits and kiss me passionately.
I lost control, almost immediately. I fell victim to my own restraint, my head falling back as I was overwhelmed with euphoria.
Waking up in his arms made it all more real. I’d been dreaming of it for months, never thinking it would happen again. So much had changed in my life, some good, some bad, but my feelings for him had only intensified. I wanted this man with every ounce of need in my body. There had to be a way for us to make it work.
“I missed this, Cassie.”
“I missed you too. I should have called or sent you a message. Time slipped away from me.”
“How have you been?” He began to laugh. “It’s terrible I’m asking you this after we spent the night together.”
“I’ve been okay. A little lonely, but all right. I joined the police academy. Of course, I’m going to be behind since I had to come here to testify. I’m hoping it doesn’t hurt my chances of graduating on time, but you know how they are with regulations.”
He was in shock. “Are you serious, or are you yanking my chain?”
I smiled. “I’m serious.”
“If you want, I can make some calls on your behalf,” he said while tracing his fingers up my thigh. “I’m sure I can put a good word in for you.”
“I don’t need your help, Agent Campbell. I can manage on my own.”
“Wow. What made you want to do it?”
This was an easy answer. “Someone showed me how to be a better person, how to help people who think they’re all alone in this big world. I wanted to be like him; to make the world better one case at a time.”
“This someone sounds like a great guy. Maybe you should think about giving him your heart.”
I sat up, leaning on my elbow while staring into his eyes. “Maybe I already have.”
SIX MONTHS LATER…
Cassie
My name was coming up soon. I sat in the metal chair surrounded by my classmates, shaking and nervous. My entire family was in the crowd. I’d spotted some of them as they came in, but I knew more were scattered. I’d worked my ass off to graduate with my class, and now it was really happening. I had something to be proud of. I’d turned my life around, and was determined to do something worthwhile.
I’d have to start out with traffic, like most of the recruits, but I was determined to make a name for myself. I’d strive to do my best, and prove to my family that they could be proud of me, finally.
I heard my name being called and stood up. The uniform was going to take some getting used to. I felt like the collar was suffocating me, and I wondered how it would be when it was scorching hot outside in the summer. Just as I was about to approach the stage, I heard someone whistling. My family was ridiculous like that, but when I looked out into the large group of spectators, family and friends, I saw the one person who made my heart melt every single time he was close.
Logan mouthed the words, ‘I love you’, quickly before I turned my gaze back to where I was headed. The next few minutes were a haze. I was too excited and nerve stricken to focus.
His support had helped me along. He’d been a long distance study partner, since we were living so far apart. We’d spend hours on video chats and phone calls, all the while wishing we could somehow be together.
Having him here in North Carolina with me was almost too hard to believe. I often wondered how I’d gotten lucky enough for him to be the agent who picked me up that day outside of the casino. My life couldn’t have ended up differently had he not helped me get clean, and shown me what real love felt like.
I was standing up to celebrate my graduation, appreciative of how he’d been my mentor, my rock, and my greatest supporter.
When the service was over, everyone found their families in the crowd. Mine found me. They stormed me, attacking my petite frame with giant bear hugs and congratulations. Then I saw him, Logan approaching from a few rows over. He stopped right in front of my father and shook his hand. I’d been scared to introduce him as my boyfriend, especially after he upped and moved so we could be together. I think my parents were shocked to see the man who’d brought me home to them showing up to take me out. Of course they were leery, but soon discovered what I’d known all along. Logan was and always would be an amazing man.
Back to the big move. Yep, you heard it right. Logan decided not to stay in Las Vegas. He took a leave of absence from the FBI, sold his house to Charlie and never looked back. Since then, he’d been renting a small home thirty minutes from the ranch while he searched for something he could buy.
For the most part we were inseparable. He’d recently put in for a transfer to the Charlotte office, and was waiting for all the paperwork to go through. It was a couple hours from my parents, but close enough we could visit, if we decided to live together. For the time being we were taking it slow, falling in love, and appreciating each day we were able to share together. Logan didn’t ever seem like he was upset about leaving Vegas. It was actually the opposite. He seemed happier than I’d ever known him to be, and I knew I was part of the reason.
I had no idea what the future would bring, but I did have a good feeling Logan would be by my side to see it through. He was the light at the end of the tunnel, the hope when all felt lost. I may have gone through hell with Brant, but Logan showed me the way back to heaven.
The End.
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