“It would be my pleasure to hear you scream my name again, but first you need to eat, Viper,” I tell her. I grab the nearest bowl and spear pasta onto a fork. “Open.”
Quinn lets me feed her, closing her eyes and moaning as she swallows. “Seriously, Reid, this is so delicious. You cook for me. Feed me. Fuck me.” She has a self-satisfied smile on her face that makes her eyes sparkle. “You’ve ruined me for any other man.”
I pull back then thrust into her again. “That was the plan.”
She takes the fork and scoops up more pasta. “That might be true, but you’re not some devious manipulator. You’d do this anyway.”
“I would.”
Her hand is shaking as she feeds me, and sauce dribbles down my chin. She licks me clean while I fuck her some more. We grind against each other as we finish off one bowl of pasta and move onto the next. Quinn’s ankles are locked around my waist, and I hold her close as we enjoy the slow burning heat we’ve created. The sparks we make are so close to catching, but neither of us are in a hurry to get to the explosive finish line.
My cell vibrates against my thigh with another incoming call as I swallow a mouthful of pasta. My brothers are angry with me, Mace in particular. He’d made mepromise not to do anything reckless before heading back to Chicago, but even he wouldn’t call so late just to give me a hard time.
Quinn reads the worry on my face. “You should answer it.”
I set down the remainder of our meal, and reach for my phone. It is Mace. “Hey,” I say in my cheeriest tone.
“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
It’s a good sign. If there was an emergency, he wouldn’t lead with insults.
“I know,” I say, wedging the phone between my shoulder and ear so I can put my hands to better use.
“Good. Now get your dick out of Quinn, and go to the spot where we broke through the fence last time. Jake’s waiting.”
My brow furrows as I cast a glance around the kitchen. “Are you sure there are no cameras in here?” I ask Quinn.
“No. Definitely not.”
Mace erupts down the line. “For fuck’s sake, it was a figure of speech. Are you fucking her right now?”
I stroke my thumb over Quinn’s stretched opening as I move inside her. “Would you rather I ignored your call?”
My brother is dumbstruck for once. It’s rare that I win an argument, and to celebrate, I trail my fingers up to Quinn’s clit. With just the softest of pinches, her head tips back and she doesn’t quite manage to swallow her moan.
“Jake is waiting,” Mace hisses. “Finish what you’re doing and fucking move. Asshole.”
When the line goes dead, I let my phone clatter to the table.
“You’re going?” Quinn asks, her shaking voice a reflection of the emotions constricting my throat.
“I can’t leave my team waiting,” I say, swallowing hardas I pull out and drive home again. And being inside this woman is home. I don’t want to leave.
There’s no knowing when I’ll see her again, or what will happen in the meantime. We’re back to the now and it’s too damn little.
With my next thrust, I promise to protect her. With the next, I tell myself she’s mine to keep forever. Quinn trembles beneath me, clawing at the skin on my back and making her own claim. I want to pull out long enough to rip off the condom so I can empty my load into her. I want my cum dripping out of her when I leave. And one day, I will get what I want. I will own her completely.
“Reid,” Quinn moans as her back arches. “I’m so close. Oh, god, don’t stop. Just fuck me, baby. Fuck me!”
I nuzzle her neck as I pound into her harder and faster. “Careful, Quinn,” I pant. “Your feelings are showing. You just called me baby.”
“Fuck you, asshole!” she cries out, coming with my favorite name on her lips as her pussy shatters around my cock. And where Quinn leads, I follow.
Chapter 14
Quinn
I’m not sure if the ache between my legs is a result of all the things Reid did to me yesterday, or the things I’d like him to do… if he were still here. In a matter of weeks, that man has turned my feelings for him one hundred and eighty degrees. One minute I’m confronting an intruder at gunpoint, and the next, I’m smuggling him into the house.
