I pound on the steel. “Quinn!”
“Fuck off!”
I cock my brow. At least she’s not ignoring me.
Glancing to my right, I spot a small pile of cinderblocks. Hauling one up, I bring it down like a hammer on her door handle, the small piece loosening from its bolts.
Her frustrated scream carries through the door because she knows what I’m doing.
Slamming down the block again, I watch as the handle nearly pops off, dangling. I’ll get someone to fix it in the morning. I won’t be leaving her till then anyway.
Dropping the block, I pull off my T-shirt, thread it around the handle, and pull as hard as I can until the damn thing snaps off. Sticking my fingers in the hole, I open the door and barge inside.
“Get out!” she bellows, her whole body rigid.
I walk right up to her, breathing hard. “No,” I gasp.
She moves to shove me in the chest, but I circle her waist and pull her in, just holding her to me. Just letting her feel me and my heart beat.
“You were right,” I whisper over her lips. “Okay? You were right.”
“It’s too late,” she cries. “I’m tired of you.”
I take her into my arms, sliding my hand up the back of her scalp. “I’m nowhere near tired of you yet,” I say desperately.
I cut off her whimper with my mouth, kissing her and relishing the feel of her body plastered to mine. My eyes sting behind my lids, every drop of blood under my skin boiling. Every inch of my body hums with the feel of her.
For so long, nothing felt whole. Not me. Not anything. She was always mine, first to protect and now to take, and my only place is with her.
“You were right,” I breathe out again.
She moans as I trail my lips down her neck, clenching her hair in my fist, lightly biting and licking her throat, her jaw, her earlobes…
I kiss away her tears, feeling her soften. “Quinn,” I beg, pressing my forehead to hers.
In seconds, I have her shirt pulled off, her bra on the floor, and her shorts unbuttoned.
Lifting her, I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her into the shopfront. We quickly draw the blinds, and I tug her panties down below her ass as I suck on a breast.
She digs her nails into my chest. “I hate you,” she sighs. “I really do hate you.”
I brush my lips over her flesh. “I don’t think so, baby.” Then, I go for her mouth. “I’m the one you want.”
“You’re practice,” she taunts, the sadness leaving her voice as she gives me the attitude I absolutely deserve. “I want you to be the first to come on my tongue.”
I dig my fingers into her ass, peering up at her.The first?
Is that so?
Dropping her feet to the floor, I hold her eyes as I unfasten my pants, lower my ass to a chair, and tug her down. Pulling my cock out, I watch her stare at it, already hard as I wrap my hand around the shaft.
Lifting her gaze to mine, she drags her tongue up the underside of my cock, and I move my hand, letting my chest cave as she teases me.
I groan, “Fuck.”
Warmth covers me, coating my length as her mouth sinks down on me, taking me in slow and tight.
I tremble, letting my head fall back and my eyes close as she fits me almost entirely inside, taking her time and enveloping me in wet heat. Holding her face, I rub my thumb across her cheekbone, my heart nearly stopping when she pulls back, dragging her tongue up the underside once again. She comes down, and back up, down, and back up, wrapping her hand around the base when I grow too big for her mouth.
