“Gray?”
“Queeny,” I greeted her as my eyes ran over her. “You trying to impress someone?”
“I have a date,” she replied with sarcasm.
“Is that what we call fuck buddies now?” I sneered at her as I leaned against the door.
“You tell me . . . fuck buddy.”
I had her turned and pressed up against the door with my hand on her ass as she stared at me in challenge.
“That what I am?” My nose trailed along her jawline as my other hand flexed on the plump cheek of her ass. “A fuck buddy? That all?”
“No,” her soft whisper caused my dick to harden more.
“You wet for your date? You’ve let him touch you all night.”
“No.” Her tone was sharper as if I had insulted her.
“You fuck him yet?”
“No!” Her glare was full of venom, and I grinned at the outrage in her eyes as my hand flexed on her ass and my other hand traced along her collarbone.
“You wet for me?” I whispered in her ear as I moved my hand between her legs. “If I put my hand here,” I cupped her pussy, and my dick strained against my jeans as her little gasp excited me further, “will you be wet?”
I didn’t wait for an answer as I pushed her panties aside. My fingers found her pooling wetness, and when I looked at her, she was pissed at her body’s reaction to me.
“This for me?” I asked again. I slid a finger inside her as I watched her eyelids flutter closed and her tongue wet her lips. “I asked you a question.” I pushed another finger inside her as I began to move them slowly in and out of her.
“Yes,” she answered.
“It better be,” I growled as I dropped to my knees, hitching her leg over my shoulder. “It better fucking be,” I told her before my tongue slid inside her as her hands gripped my hair.
I made her come twice on my tongue, and then I bent her over the sink and fucked her, my hands gripping onto her hips, knowing I would bruise her. My teeth bit her neck as I sucked her sweet flesh, marking her so her date would know she didn’t belong to him.
She belonged tome.
When we were done, Quinn cleaned herself up and then turned to me where I waited by the door . . . watching her try to contain her fury at what had happened between us, again.
“You have a kink for bathrooms?” Her scorn of me and herself was strong, and I shrugged, knowing it would piss her off more.
“I don’t really care where I fuck you. Want me to take you outside and fuck you in the hallway?”
“I’d rather you didn’t fuck me at all,” she snarled as she pushed me aside and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me grinning behind her. She was so full of shit.
Of course, I followed her out, and I saw her hesitate on the edge of the room as she saw her date, standing alone at a high school party. I saw her hand go to her neck where I had marked her, and then I saw her shoulders slump, and my fearless queen slipped out of the front door and left.
I should have felt victorious, but I didn’t. I felt like a bastard, and with a groan, I followed her out the door.
I picked her up in my car as she walked along the side of the road. She stopped walking when she saw it was me, and with a resigned sigh she got in the car, and I drove her home in silence. Her house was in darkness when we got there, and even though her folks were the type to go to bed early, her dad always left a light on for her.
“They’re not here,” she told me as she saw me checking the house out. “Romantic break to New York.”
I heard her bitterness, and I knew not to ask. Quinn loved her stepmom, Anne, but she just got pissed off sometimes when her dad showed such open affection to Anne, which I don’t think he ever showed her mom.
“I’ll walk you in.”
In her hallway, we looked at each other, and then I turned to leave her. Her hand on my arm stopped me.
