I snorted. “No, you’reright, he doesn’t. But he likes me even less, and it’s because he’s a miserablelittle knob-end.”
Laughter bubbled up out ofQuinn, and it was without question the most wonderful sound I’d heard himmake. Forget the singing. I’d be happy if he’d justlaugh, for me, everyday.
“I love the things you callpeople,” he said. “You’re somean.”
“I thought I was sweet?” Iraised an eyebrow.
“You’re vast.” Quinn yawned.“You contain multitudes.”
I chuckled. “I think this isthe first time I’ve been calledvast.”
“You’re extremely tall,”Quinn pointed out.
“A perfectly sensibleheight,” I retorted. “You haven’t met Gray.He’stall. And you’re… well, my dad’dsay knee-high to a duck.”
Quinn huffed, shifting onthe bed and resting his head against my chest. Clearly, he didn’t plan on movinganytime soon. Or on lettingmemove.
Hard to pretend I minded,though, when he was so warm and cuddly and he fit so well against my body, likehe’dbeen carved for the purpose. No, if Quinn wanted me where I was? I’d stay. Iliked it here.
“I’m taller than a duck,” hesaid. “And most dogs.”
“Most,” I repeated, holdingback a laugh.
“Some dogs are huge.” Quinnshrugged.
“Well, for the record, Ithink you’re just the perfect size.”
“As long as I’ve got the Foxseal of approval,” he said, smiling again.
Making him smile wasbecoming my mission in life.
Unable to resist any longer,I tilted his chin up with one knuckle so I could kiss him. The soft, pleasedlittle sound he made filled my chest to bursting, all my senses opening up formore of him.
If I’d thought I was going toget him out of my system anytime soon, I was mistaken. How could Iwantto give this up?
Quinn kissed back just aseagerly, fingers curling into the shirt I was still wearing, then sliding downand under it, exploring my bare skin with such gentleness that it almost feltwrong to enjoy it.
“You’re just… all muscle,aren’t you?” Quinn asked with an exasperated sigh. “This isn’t fair.”
I laughed. “Think about itin terms of what I cando,” I murmured, mouthing along his jaw to whisper inhis ear. “Think how long I can go for. Think of how you could sit on myshoulders while I sucked your cock.”
A shiver ran through Quinn,so this line of thinking was clearly working for him. “And think of how I cancarry you to bed when you’re tired.”
And hold you for hours andprotect you from anyone who might even consider hurting you, I didn’t add. That wastoo much.
Even if I wanted it, Idoubted Quinn was as desperate for affection—for someone to callhis,and for someone who’d call him theirs in return—as I was. Some things were betterleft unsaid. For now.
“I was actually thinking…”Quinn murmured. “That I’ve never sucked a cock before.”
He looked up at me, eyessparkling in the light of the alarm clock and the moon shining through the gapin the curtains.
My throat went dry.
“I, uh.” I paused, coughing,and swallowed to give myselfsomechance of getting a coherent sentence out. “I have a cock,”I said.
I have a cock.
Jesus.
