She’s thrusting against me too, and as our bodies clash, her cheeks pink up and her breathing shortens.
“You’re so damn beautiful when you come,” I tell her as my movements become jerkier. The pulses of pleasure at my core are building into something I’m not going to be able to contain for much longer. “So come for me, Quinn. Come for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
I lift myself higher, increasing the friction and I see it in her expression as she starts to unravel. Her cheeks turn crimson and her head tips back. “Oh, fu–” she manages before her entire body convulses. She takes in a breath, and she screams.
“That’s it,” I say, moving at a piston pace. “That’s it, baby.”
She screams again. And again as my thighs slap against her in one, two, three final thrusts until I’m seeing stars too. The rush is euphoric and it lights up every nerve in my body as my cock swells inside her. I come hard, spilling into Quinn as her quivering pussy milks me dry.
She cups my face and kisses me hungrily while we grind some more, bringing each other down from on high. I rock my body against hers as our racing hearts slow to a steady beat. And then we still.
Her smile widens as I lift myself off her.
“What?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It just feels like this is the start of it.”
“Start of what?”
“The healing,” she says, rolling onto her side. She rests her hand on my chest, her thumb stroking the feathered head of my griffin tattoo. “Can we go into the office today? Maddie and Lily keep saying they’d love my help with their charity work, and I’m done resting and recuperating.”
“You have your scan today.”
“No, I don’t. It’s on Thursday.”
“Today is Thursday.”
Quinn slaps my chest. “But we’ve just… No! Reid, I can’t go in there with your cum dripping from me.”
I take her hand and kiss her palm. “I’m pretty sure your doctor knows we’ve had sex.”
She scoots up the bed and grabs her cell phone. “Are you sure it’s today?” she asks, but she’s going to check her calendar anyway. “Oh, shit. There’s a message from Jason.” She sits up as she reads it. “He’s finally replied to my email. Trust him to send it in the middle of the night. I bet he’s still staying up until all hours playing video games.”
“What does he say?” I ask, sitting up too.
Quinn had built up the courage to reach out to Jason last week. She’s going to tell him everything about her past and Ilya’s scheming, or at least as much as it involves him. If he’ll listen. She’d tried speaking to Clara first, hoping she’d act as an intermediary, but Clara hasn’t returned any of her calls so far.
“He just says he got my message, and to call him back,” Quinn explains. She raises an eyebrow as she presses her phone to her ear.
“You’re calling him now? It’s still early.”
“I know, but I need to get this over with. If he’s not going to forgive me, I’d rather– Oh, hi, Jason. I didn’t wake you up, did I?”
Quinn presses her chin to her chest as she opens up the conversation she’s been dreading. I get the feeling she doesn’t want an audience so I kiss her cheek. “I’ll go take a shower,” I whisper. “Call me if you need me.”
When I return from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, Quinn’s still in bed. Her arms are wrapped around her legs and her chin rests on her knees.
“How did it go?”
“Better than I deserved,” she says softly. “He’s such a good man.” As I sit down next to her, she leans over to press her lips to my damp skin. “He’s still a bit scared of you. He’s been talking to Clara, and apparently she thinks I’ve gone over to the dark side, which explains why she hasn’t returned my calls.”
“I take it she’s still working for Barrett?” Quinn nods. “I bet he’s still filling people’s heads with this idea that he’s the force for good. He doesn’t know how lucky he is to be free from Ilya’s clutches.”
“Apparently, he’s moving back to Poulton Springs.”
“That figures,” I mutter. The Russians and the McConkeys are no longer interested in reclaiming that particular asset, but I doubt Barrett’s willing to credit us with saving his ass. “You could drop that man from a great height and he’d still fucking bounce back. I just wish he wasn’t related to my brothers. I doubt it’s the last of his messes we’ll be forced to clean up.”
Quinn slides her feet off the bed. “At least we’re done with him for now,” she says. “And we have our own messes to deal with.” She stands up and glowers. “I might be some time in the shower.”
