I draw in a breath, struggling to contain all the shit swelling in my chest. “You saw me with Sarah.”
I wasn’t trying to make her jealous…
Pinching her brow together, she spits out, “Saw you with who?” And then grabs something out of my locker, flinging the business card at me. “Oh, you mean, that? I don’t care.”
Sarah’s card falls to the floor, and I close my eyes for a moment. Should I piss her off some more and tell her I memorized the address off one glance? I don’t need the fucking card.
But, no.
I’m almost elated, unfortunately.
She watches me just as much as I watch her, and we’re both fucked.
She searches for Jared’s Mustang keys. “I don’t want to think about you anymore.”
I know.
“I’m done.” Her voice is thick with tears she won’t let go. “I just want to be free.”
And I move. I don’t know if I’m thinking with my head or acting from my gut, but I take her in my hands and pull her into my chest.
Gazing down into her dark brown eyes and her pink lips that are puffy from chewing on them, I whisper, “You’re all I think about.”
I crash down on her mouth, kissing little Quinn for the first time and unable to slow down as I move over her lips. Skin soft enough to eat…Oh, God.She moans, and I wrap one arm around her waist, pressing her to my body as my other hand holds her face. I go at her, kissing her again and again before tilting my head to the other side and sinking deeper. Fuck. I dig my fingers into the flesh of her hip and bear down on her, tasting her tongue.
And she matches me, gripping my waist and moving her mouth over mine.
I back her into the lockers, opening my eyes and doing a sweep of the area as we kiss to make sure we’re alone. Mybody stirs with a thousand fucking currents of heat, and any resistance in my head is drowned out.
I tell her, “I can’t stop looking at you and wanting to touch you…”
“I wanna feel my skin on yours,” she whimpers.
Together, we pull her sports bra over her head, and I palm one of her breasts as she sinks into my body again. “She offered me a roll in bed if I need to blow off steam,” I pant between kisses before devouring her neck.
“But you want to blow off steam with me,” she says.
Yes.Quinn is the sole reason my body and head are jacked. Only she will do.
I start to peel down her shorts. “Your family is here.”
“I don’t care.”
I’m not fucking her in a men’s locker room. But I gotta get off. I need to feel her.
She kicks off her shorts, leaving her nearly naked in her thong, and I lift her up, letting her wrap her legs around me.
She moans again and again, leaving little kisses all over my face.
God, I can’t think about anything anymore. She feels so fucking good. Like home.
“I need a shower,” she whispers.
I should take her in a shower stall—out of view and shielded by the noise of the water. But she’ll be too hard to keep hold of if she’s wet. I know what I want.
“Not yet.”
Taking a seat on the wide bench in the middle of the row, I let her straddle me as I rip off my towel. Leaning back on my arm, I hold her waist with the other hand as she starts grinding on me. The rock-hard ridge of my cock rubs against her wet panties.
