But also so, so good.
I’m so full. But I press back farther as he thrusts up into me with his cock. The sensation is overwhelming.
He takes his hat off and plops it on my head. “You’ve got the hat. Now ride my cock like you were made for it.”
I gasp as he moves inside me again.
“It feels so good.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, out of breath as my hand drifts between us to circle my clit.
“You ride me so well, honey,” he pants as he wiggles the finger that’s breaching my ass. “I’m going to fuck you here someday, Quinnie. And you’re gonna love it.”
"Yes," I whisper, barely breathing
His movements turn frantic and sloppy, hips stuttering as the warmth of his release paints my inner walls.
My nails bite into his forearm as I stroke myself faster. Pleasure coils so tight inside me I think I might burst.Then Tripp pinches my nipple—and I do.
I’m overtaken by shockwaves of euphoria, and I forget myself, crying out. Tripp clamps a hand onto my mouth, chuckling as I rock into him, riding out my orgasm on his cock.
Our breaths are ragged as I come back to myself.
And in the relative silence, I’m struck by how utterly hopeless I am when it comes to Tripp. It all feels completely out of my control—a whirlwind of chaos. The feelings I’ve harbored since high school have been shaken loose like a snow globe, and now they’re falling around me like fragile wishes I’m terrified will vanish the second they find somewhere solid to land.
Hoes Before Bros
Tripp
Quinn gets out of my truck with shaky legs, and the sight makes my chest go tight. The thought of my cum dripping down her thighs—sticky and hot—has me gripping her waist before she can get far. I pull her between my knees, stealing another kiss. I can’t help myself. Not with Quinn.
I’m so gone for this woman. There’s nothing stopping me from falling harder than I’ve ever fallen before. I'm not sure this craving for her will ever go away. The way I want her is bottomless.
I want her mess, her lists, the way she overthinks every little detail unless she’s with me. I want to protect her and claim her in the same breath.
She’s mine.
She’s always been mine.
And if that means Wes wants to punch me for a while, then so be it because I want to keep her—whether I deserve her or not.
The light breeze blows tendrils of her blond curls into her face. I reach up to tuck it behind her ear and catch a flicker of movement behind her shoulder.
“Shit,” I mutter, wincing as I drop my hand.
Her eyes follow my gaze to Allie and Sawyer, who are walking toward us. Sawyer’s shoulders are pressed back, and she looks dangerous, like a woman about to go on a rampage.
Quinn shifts back, her eyes wide. I step in front of her, my instinct to protect her still strong, even if I’m a little terrified of the fiery redhead who’s marching toward us now.
“Sorry, I needed some air,” Quinn says, surprising me with how quickly she forms the lie.
Sawyer skewers me with a sharp glare that tells me she knows exactly what we were doing in my truck, but it softens when she looks at Quinn.
“We wanted to make sure you were okay after everything with Cottonwood Creek’s Regina George.”
Tish had a big mouth, and if she thought she could take a shot at Quinn without consequence, she had another thing coming. She ought to know better than to mess with one of my people. I'd deal with her bullshit later.
