I don’t know how I remain standing, because I fall right there. The world disappears around us as I kiss her deeply. All I see is Quinn. All I want is Quinn.
When her hips start to move against me, I pull out and thrust back into her ass, swallowing both our groans. I slide a hand down her stomach and between her legs.
“Time for you to come for me, Viper,” I say as my fingers find her entrance. It’s a tighter fit with my cock in her ass.
My thumb circles her clit, and as I kiss her throat, I feel the vibration of her moans on my lips. Her moans deepen as I start thrusting with my cock and my fingers.
“That feels so good,” she rasps, tugging my hair. “So, so good.”
I pull my cock out to the tip, then drive back into her. She cries out, her pussy fluttering around my fingers as her ass squeezes my cock so tight that I see stars. I fuck her harder. And faster. My thighs slap against her ass as I keep the pressure building between us.
Quinn’s head tips back onto my shoulder. “Don’t stop,” she cries. “I need… Oh, god… Reid! I’m… Oh, fuck!”
Her fingernails claw at my scalp hard enough to draw blood as she shatters. I bite the throat she exposes to me, devouring the tremors that run up and down her body, and as I continue to fuck her ass, my fingers are being strangled by the power of her orgasm.
Quinn collapses back onto the table, and I grab her hips, desperate to follow the wave she’s still riding. Her hands reach back, grabbing my hips and encouraging me to fuck her harder. My movements are a blur as I lose control andthen … Fuck! My vision is a searing white flash as I come hard. My cock pulses inside her. I bellow as I unload everything I have, and then I’m folding my body over hers.
I bury my face into Quinn’s neck, breathing in the scent of roses that’s deepened with our exertions. “Never. Letting. You. Go,” I pant.
Chapter 22
Quinn
Idon’t want to leave the cabin. I don’t want my car back. Or my phone. Especially my phone. It’s a reminder that there’s an ugly world waiting for us beyond our little log cabin. I’d woken from a dreamless sleep, sated and happy – the kind of happiness I know can’t last, so I cling onto it even more.
Pressing my naked body to Reid’s, I rest my hand over his heart. It’s only just slowing. We’d risen early from bed with good intentions, showered together, had orgasms together, and all we had to do was get dressed. But my belongings are still in my Jeep, so I’d slipped on one of Reid’s white dress shirts. He’d immediately wanted to fuck me in it. Then out of it.
“I think we should try to make it to the kitchen,” says Reid, stroking my arm with the back of his hand.
“Am I allowed to wear your shirt without you ripping it off me?”
He kisses my forehead. “Whether you’re in or out of my shirt, I’d still want you more than I want food. Or air.”
“What if I sneak into Jake’s room and steal something of his to wear?”
Reid chuckles. “I’d rip it to shreds and throw it into the fire before you’d taken two steps.”
I trail a finger over the inked lines on his chest, stroking the lethal curve of the eagle’s beak and across its feathered head. “I feel bad for locking him out.”
“I’m sure he’s fine taking a night off from babysitting me,” Reid says. “But I am going to have to check in with everyone. We can’t put it off forever.”
When I can’t bring myself to agree, Reid hooks a finger under my chin and angles my face to his. “We’re going to figure this out together. Ilya doesn’t get to control you or your sister. He has no idea what he took on when he picked a fight with you.”
“How can you still think I’m worth fighting for when I destroyed an innocent man’s reputation just for Ilya’s private amusement?”
“Is that the same Jason who’s just landed his dream job in Colorado? Once he got over the shock of me storming into his motel room, he looked pretty stoked about the hand he’d just been dealt,” Reid says. “I’m sure there’d be plenty of people glad to have you destroying their lives if that’s how it plays out.”
I shrug. “But I know Jason. He’s going to beat himself up over whatdidn’thappen until I’m able to tell him the truth. And technically, it was Strider who arranged the job in Colorado, not me.”
I need to let Strider know where I am, but I’ll wait until I can get another burner phone. Even if Jake says my phone is clean, I don’t quite trust Mace not to install his own spyware. I have a duty to protect Strider’s identity. I don’t want him dragged into this mess any more than he has been.
“Come on,” Reid says, rolling away and getting out of bed. He holds out a hand. “The world isn’t going to be saved all on its own.”
I’m buttoning up Reid’s shirt when he comes from behind and lifts me off my feet.
“I can walk,” I say, kicking my legs as he carries me into the kitchen.
Reid sets me down at the table he’d bent me over the night before. Not on a seat like a normal person, but the table itself.
