Now I wasreallygladhe’dmade me shower when we got in. There was no way I was standing up until I’d hada nap.
“Big fan of doing it togirls, too,” he murmured. “Always end up coming first. Figured you wouldn’tmind.”
“It was hot.”
Hotdidn’t begin to coverit, but I was still recovering from the whole brain-melting orgasm thing.
“Could go again in a bit,”Fox said.
A shiver ran down my spine,my cock twitching either in protest or eagerness. I wasn’t sureIcould go again,but damn if I didn’t want to.
“No pressure,” he added,dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “Just saying. I want you. Still want you. Nomatter how many times we do this.”
My stomach clenched as a newwave of arousal washed over me. I wanted Fox, too. No matter how many times Ihad him.
“Take a nap,” Fox said. “I’llbe here when you wake.”
I smiled into the sheetsbeneath me, not doubting for a second that he would be.
TWENTY
FOX
Quinn’s familiar scentfilled my lungs as I woke, face-down and stretched out along the mattress. Asoft, content sigh escaped me as the memories of the night before came floodingback.
“Hold still,” Quinn murmuredfrom beside me, and I couldn’t lookandfollow thatorder, but I could feel… something? Leaning against me.
I closed my eyes again, tryingto focus on the sound or the feel. Eventually, I heard the faint scratch of apen across paper and felt the outline of a book being pressed against my skin.
“Are you using me as a desk?”I asked, halfway between flattered and insulted.
“I saidhold still. I just need toget down one more line.”
Ah. Quinn was writing.Writingmusic.
In that case, he was welcometo lean on me for as long as he liked. I’d heard that music was goodfor the soul, and it wasdefinitelygood for Quinn’s.
One of the things I caredmost about in the world was Quinn’s happiness, so if being used as a piece offurniture was what would make him happy, I could lie here for hours.
Besides, I was surrounded bythe familiar scent of him, and I could feel his naked skin brushing againstmine, so I wasn’t suffering.
My lips twitched as Ithought about last night.
Quinn wanted me to stay withhim.
Accepting might’ve been stupid.I’d have to explain to Gray why I’d be away.
He’d understand, though.
I was hopelessly in lovewith Quinn. That meant it was worth doing a stupid thing or two.
“Done,” Quinn murmured,moving away from my back. I missed his warmth, which, if anything, was justconfirmation that going with him was theonlything I coulddo.
Losing this would havebroken me. For the first time since I’d gone and gotten myself blown up, I feltlike someone had looked at me and saw me as something worth having. Someoneworthwhile.
I hadn’t spent a lot ofmy life feeling worthwhile.
Rolling over, I proppedmyself up on an elbow to watch Quinn thumb through the pages of a brand newnotebook. Or rather, a notebook that looked like it’d been brand new earlier,but now had several full pages. The cover was pebbled black leather, and Icould see him stroking it, like he was enjoying the feel under his fingers.
