My smile is cocky as my voice drops to a low rumble. “If you want it so bad, then you can crawl for it."
The flash of heat in her gaze has my body on edge, poised like an arrow notched and ready to fly.
She drops to all fours and slowly crawls toward me. The towel slips lower, teasing the slight swell of her breasts, and I grit my teeth against the urge to rip it away, throw her on this bed and have my way with her.
When she reaches me, her hands skim up my thighs, pausing at the waistband of my boxers. She peers up at me, eyes wide and hungry.
Her warm breath ghosts over my thighs, and I want nothing more than to feel that warmth wrapped around me.
I curse under my breath and slide my thumb along the line of her jaw. “Please...” I mumble, fully comfortable being the one begging now.
She smirks and tugs down my boxers just enough that my cock springs free, thick and hard, a bead of pre-cum already glistening.
She leans forward, lips brushing the tip before her tongue darts out to taste me.
“Fuck, Quinn,” I hiss, my head dropping to the wall at my back.
She lingers, tentative at first, then bolder as she wraps her lips around me and slides down my length.
My hand wraps around her hair, searching for something to anchor me to this world as a pleasure so intense I can barely hold it together rolls down my spine. A groan tears from my throat, and I desperately try to stay quiet, to bite it back, but the way she feels... it’s damn near impossible.
The suction of her mouth, the urgent way her tongue moves against me—she was right. I’m not going to last. She hums, pleased with herself when I have to quiet another moan with the back of my hand. I feel the vibration of that hum in my balls, and it nearly makes my knees give out.
She takes me to the back of her throat, and I see fucking stars.
“That’s my girl,” I breathe. “Just like that. Take it all, honey.”
She glances up at me through her lashes, and the sight nearly does me in. Innocence mixed with pure sin.
My hips jerk forward unbidden, and she takes it, relaxing her throat until I’m gone, completely lost in the wet heat of her mouth.
“Quinnie, honey, I’m gonna—fuck—” My warning is cut off in a strangled groan as my release tears through me.
I spill into her mouth, and she swallows every drop like a damn angel. When she finally pulls back, her lips glisten, and I wipe at the corner of her mouth with my thumb. She looks mighty pleased with herself.
“Holy hell,” I pant, still trying to catch my breath. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She just smiles, tugging the towel tighter before she stands up. “Guess we'd better get downstairs before they come looking for us.”
But before she can turn to leave, I grab her arm and tug her to me, capturing her mouth with mine in a kiss that’s tinged with a longing I don’t quite understand. I can taste myself on her, and it’s nearly enough to make me hard all over again.
When I finally let her go, she peers at me wide-eyed for a moment before ducking her head and slipping out of the room.
I don’t know if the kiss was meant to thank her or brand her. Maybe both. All I know is that when I walk down those stairs, I have to pretend I’m not desperate for her to be mine.
The smell of chicken baking in the oven fills the house, warm and familiar. Wes is chopping lettuce while Sawyer stirs something at the stove. And for a second, I’m caught off guard by the pinch of jealousy that hits my chest.
Watching Wes and Sawyer together the last few months has made me long for something that’s always felt a bit out of reach. Their partnership, the way they work together, even how they bicker over decisions—it reminds me of what I saw growing up. The kind of love that’s steady and comfortable, worn in like an old pair of boots.
It’s what Dad always wanted for me. And for a long time, I thought it would just fall into my lap when I was ready for it.
But despite my best efforts, no one’s ever seen me as more than a good time. Even now with Quinn, all she’s looking for is a friend to supply benefits. And I’m happy to give her whatever her kinky little heart desires, but goddamn, it knots my stomach to know I don’t get to keep her, once all her little fantasies are checked off the list.
Sawyer glances my way as I come down the stairs. “Took you long enough to change,” she says, arching a brow at me.
Is she onto us?
I will nonchalance into my body and shrug. “Maybe I just didn’t want to get put to work in the kitchen.”
