Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“I’m annoyed at you,” Quinn said as I shoved his pants to the floor.
He rested his hands on my bare shoulders to keep from falling over. I loved when he did that.
“That’s okay. You can be annoyed at me while I fuck you.” I kissed the inside of his thigh, right where the muscle curved and the hair thinned. He smelled amazing.
“Don’t worry, I will… hnghh.” Quinn’s fingers dug into my skin as I wrapped my lips around his dick and began to suck him off. I fumbled my hand around behind him until I felt the recognizable shape of the lube bottle I’d spotted in the shower basket on the floor.
Once I had the lube in hand, I gathered some on my fingers and teased his hole, relishing every squeak and moan that came out of his mouth. How many times had I fucked him in this tiny bathroom? Enough that this was no longer the original lube bottle he kept in here.
While I continued to suck him off, I prepped him with long, possessive fingers until his knees began to buckle.
“Uh-uh,” I warned, popping off his dick and standing up. As soon as I shucked off the rest of my clothes, I fished a condom out of the shower basket and suited up. “Not on the floor. Here.”
I turned him and shoved him against the wall until his face was buried in the bathrobe that hung on a high hook. His body was pliant and went where I put him, so I grabbed his arms and stretched them high above his head to the row of hooks bolted to the wall. “Hold this,” I grumbled behind his ear.
His breathing hitched as I moved one of his legs up and held it under his knee. I began to murmur dirty thoughts about popping his cherry, fucking him for the first time, as if we hadn’t done this many, many times already. As if I hadn’t been balls-deep inside of him enough to become addicted to the feel of him around my dick.
“You want me inside you? You want to feel stretched wide open on my cock? It’s gonna hurt the first time, baby. But you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
“Shut up,” he tried to hiss. But it came out more like a whimper, like a hushed plea.
“You’re so fucking sexy. You tempt me until I can’t help but want to fuck you like this. Shove you up against the wall wherever we are and take you whether you’re ready or not. Strip you naked and fill your virgin ass, show you what it’s like to feel full, to want more.”
They were just words. But they filled the air with heavy heat until we were both panting. Damp tendrils of hair curled on his neck. I nosed them aside before kissing him there, tasting the familiar salty warmth of him.
Quinn Taffet was dangerous. He threatened my well-being in more ways than I could count. I was sick and tired of pretending this… whatever it was… between us was purely physical. It wasn’t. It was like a barbed hook that had gotten tangled up in my fucking psyche and wouldn’t let go.
As I thrust inside his tight channel, I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. This. This was where I wanted to be. Every fucking second of every fucking day. Wrapped up in him. Plastered as close as I could get with my arms tightly around him so I would know he was safe. He was mine.
It was the kind of obsession I’d only ever had before for missions at work. I’d never felt this way about another human being, not even Vince, and he’d been someone I’d planned on spending the rest of my life with. The knowledge of these intense feelings toward Quinn scared the piss out of me and kept me up at night.
Because I knew better. I knew better than to fall for someone again, especially someone so different from me. It would never work.
Besides, Quinn’s goal in life was to recoup his reputation in Nashville society so he could eventually move back there and reign over the wedding scene in the city. He was meant for bigger things, and I wasn’t going to uproot my business from the Thicket, especially when my largest client was here.
So I did what I always did. I took as much of Quinn as I dared in the time I had with him and tried to make it enough.
When I reached down to shuttle a slick hand over his shaft, his release was almost immediate.
“Fuck!” he shouted hoarsely into the bathrobe, taking one hand off the hooks long enough to bang a fist against the wall in front of him. “Fuck,” he said again in a whimper.
I thrust in and out of him a couple more times until my balls drew up, and I felt my muscles contract a split second before the orgasm washed over me. I pressed my face into the side of his neck and breathed him in as he let go of the hooks and began to collapse to the ground. “Shh,” I murmured, holding him tightly around the middle. “I got you. Hold on.”