The vein in my neck throbs, and I can barely take in a breath.
I watch her through the blinds in my closet doors, naked and writhing on my bed with her knees spread wide and her hand between her thighs.
What the fuck.
Her long torso arches on the mattress as she grips the inside of her leg with one hand and rubs herself with the other. And while her hand brushes slow and soft, she thrusts and moans, her breasts rocking like…
“Ah,” she groans. “Ah, ah, ah…”
…like she’s being fucked.
I close my eyes, heat flooding my groin.You can’t look at her.
She’s a kid. She’s always been a kid to me, and I can watch this—feel this—with any woman. Far away from here.
Her little whimper of pleasure drifts through my ears, and I open my eyes, trying to resist lifting them up to her.
But I do.
Long, toned legs. Smooth stomach. Round, full breasts. My hands ball into fists, empty. My lips part, nearly feeling her hard nipples over my mouth just before I envision myself sinking my teeth into her body.
I clench my jaw, my dick straining against my pants.
I should’ve cleared my throat by now. Done something to stop her. If I’d known it was her entering the house, I wouldn’t have hid. But it’s late, I’m drunk, and there are no more fucking knives in the house in case it was Green Street coming to ambush me. I’m late as hell for the airport, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the things she said to me at the party. My heart split in two, hearing how much I meant to her, and it nearly stopped when she said I wasn’t family anymore. Drinking with Noah, I couldn’t forget it, and I told myself that I just wanted to leave the hat and the compass here at the house for her. She would’ve found them when she moved in.
But I’d heard the door click shut downstairs and dipped into the closet to see who I was dealing with, when lo and behold, the girl herself wandered in.
“Ah,” she moans. “Ah.”
She rolls her hips into whoever she envisions on top of her.
Me?
Is it me she’s thinking of? What does she see? What do I look like? What am I doing to her?
She jerks, throwing her head back again and again, and my face flushes with fire, watching her finger herself like there’s a fucking guy nestled between her legs.
I can’t believe what’s happening.
Quinn?
It’s her, but it’s not.
Quinn is timid. Gentle. She’s not messy. Why is she doing this? She wasn’t fucking in love with me. It was a crush that I thought ended when she was ten.
But I watch her lifting her knees back so far I see her…
I drop my eyes, my chest caving.Quinn. A quiet kid. A little lonely. Always finding herself at my side. Did she really rush to grow up for me?
“I want my mouth on you,” she whispers.
The skin of her nipples is hard and tight, the flesh around them soft and plump, and she starts thrusting into her hand faster, almost growling.
So rough with herself. Quinn’s not rough.
I groan, leaning my arm up on the edge of the door and peering at her as I adjust my cock. Blood pumps, making my dick swell harder, and I can’t fucking leave until she’s done, and I can’t stay like this. I push my cock down as it strains against my pants.Fuck.
It’s almost as if she knows I’m watching, the view is that good.
