I realized I was staring at her again and I cleared my throat and took a swig of my beer. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’ve got shit to be getting on with so just stay out of my way,” I said, and turned away from her and looked back at the A/C unit that I was slowly taking apart. Had no clue where I’d been up to with it before I’d decided to go downstairs and talk to her, and I scratched my naked chest and mumbled to myself.
I’d stripped out of my T-shirt earlier but had left my cut on, and I could feel the sweat trickling down the center of the muscles on my chest. Fuck me but it was hot today. The sooner I got the unit changed out the better. Would have been a hell of a lot quicker if I’d had some help, but since there was so much shit going down right then it’d have to be a one-man job.
I heard her put her bottle down and a minute went by before she spoke again. “This isn’t weird, is it?”
I shook my head no and grumbled the same response, refusing to look at her. Looking at her was acknowledging that she was there, and acknowledging she was up there with me would be admitting that while I should have been thinking about wiring and air conditioning all I was really thinking about was rubbing my hand over the curve of her ass before spanking her while I slid deep inside her.
“Good. I mean, we’re both adults here. And, other than Gracie, I don’t really have any friends here, so it would be good if we could be. Or whatever, okay?”
“Sure,” I agreed, pulling out a blackened piece of wiring.
Wait, did she just say she wanted to be friends?
I glanced over at her, a rumble coming alive in my chest at the sight of her. She was lying on her back, leaning on her elbows, one knee up and the other down, making her dress ride up her slim thigh. She was wearing big sunglasses that covered half her face and she was looking up to the sky. She looked like something out of a magazine. A model or some shit. But better, because she was real. There was no airbrushing or shading to this woman, and she didn’t need it either. She was just innocent cotton candy wrapped up in sin. I licked my lips at the sight of her.
She went silent again and I turned away from her, my chest feeling tight and my jeans even tighter. I hadn’t expected her to want to come up there with me. Woman had surprised me with that one, but I guess I couldn’t blame her. Like she said, she didn’t know anyone else and Ripped had gone out and left her there all alone like an asshole. Her friend was busy, so I was the only person she really knew. It made sense really, and I’d just decided that I was imagining the way she had been looking at me, and that it wasn’t going to be weird at all, when she spoke again.
“Battle?”
“What?” I grunted.
“So?”
“So what?” I grunted again. Jesus, any more grunting and I’d turn back into a caveman.
“Can we be friends? I don’t want things to be weird with us or anything.”
“Nothing to be weird about. I barely know you, Q. So don’t stress about it, okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, okay.” She looked uncertain and like she wanted to say something else, but instead she snapped her jaw shut and looked away.
I frowned as I watched her, my dick almost tearing a hole through my jeans and my mouth watering lasciviously as she turned over, spreading herself out like a fucking queen waiting for her king.
I wanted to be her king.
I wanted to be her king so bad that my dick ached and my head was spinning.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my jaw hanging slack like I was a little kid at a live-action porno. “Quinn—I, fuck…” I’d lost the ability to speak or move, my gaze roving up and down her smooth skin as I tried to control myself.
She was lying on her front, her dress peeled down to her small hips and the hem of it rolled up to the bottom of her perfect ass. She was all but fucking naked, sprawled out on a towel, her hair hanging to one side as she looked across at me, a tongue flicking out to damped her fat lips again.
She held out a bottle of suntan lotion and smiled, fucking oblivious to the effect she was having on me. “Think you could rub some cream on my back?”
Or maybe she wasn’t oblivious at all. A woman didn’t look like that and not know the effect she was having on a man. Besides, she only had to look down at me to see the effect she was having. Weren’t no hiding the beast in my jeans from her then.
I cleared my throat again and took a deep breath as I wiped my dirty hands on a rag. I sucked in my bottom lip and stalked toward her, not sure if my dick was going to blow its load in my jeans or not. I took the bottle from her, pumping a little of the sweet lotion into my palm before kneeling down next to her.
Fuck me, but she was fucking perfect. Her skin was kissed with tiny freckles, and the tattoo I’d only caught a glimpse of the day before was on full display, giving me time to be able to fully appreciate it. It trailed like vines down her spine, flowers bursting to life between green leaves and shoots. A serpent was wrapped around the branches, its tongue flicking out as it stared off into the distance like it had better things to do than be wrapped around the body of a gorgeous woman like Quinn.
“Battle?”
I tore my gaze away from her tattoo and slowly looked up along her body to her face. I must have looked like a wolf, hungry for her, yet she held my gaze, unafraid and unwavering.
“Hmm?” I grunted, not sure I had the ability to speak just then.
“Not to be rude but…” She left her words hanging in the air, humor playing on her perfect lips.
“Sorry, yeah,” I grunted out, squirting more lotion into my hands and rubbing them together before leaning over her and placing my hands on her back.
