“More than sure,” she replied against my lips, her breath warm on my face.
I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead to hers as I breathed her in. She widened her legs and wrapped her arms around me, ready to pull me closer. It all felt so right, so fucking perfect, despite knowing that this was wrong.
She was a brother’s old lady. A brother I supposedly respected.
Yet when I opened my eyes and looked into her eyes, none of that seemed to matter. Onlyshemattered. Only being with her, having her, and keeping her for my own. That was the most important part of it all.
I wanted Quinn.
It wasn’t about a quick fuck.
It was more. So much more.
I wanted to keep Quinn, and I was willing to lose everything to have her.
~ 16 ~.
Battle
I leaned down and kissed her again.
“Battle?” She said my name and the sound of it on her too-sweet mouth made me groan.
“Fuck, Quinn,” I said with a shake of my head. “The things you fuckin’ do to me.”
She grinned, her cheeks going pinker. “Shut up and fuc—”
“Battle, brother? You up here?” Fighter called out, interrupting her.
I didn’t have time to move or try to make it look any better than it was as Fighter came up onto the roof, his gaze finding mine and widening when he saw a naked woman spread out beneath me and me with my dick in my hand, ready to fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight.
“Fuck.” He grinned until his eyes moved from my face to Quinn’s and he realized who she was. He glanced behind him and then back to us. “Hardy’s looking for you,” he grunted to me. “Cover her up before someone sees her, brother.”
“Oh shit,” she said, her gaze colliding with mine. “Battle!”
“Fighter!” I called his name as he turned and headed back through the doorway. I threw my cut over Quinn to hide her breasts from view as I stood up quickly, dragging my jeans back up my legs and almost trapping my dick in my zipper. “Fighter, wait! Aaah, fuck!”
I ran to the doorway and he looked up at me and nodded. “I got it handled, Battle, don’t worry ’bout it,” he said simply, with a small nod.
“You gonna keep your mouth shut?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
He reached out and I took his hand in mine as he pulled me in and slapped my back. “Put some clothes on her before someone sees her, okay?” he replied, pulling away and going on down the stairs.
I dragged my hands through my hair and turned back to face Quinn, stunned once again by how fucking beautiful she was and how much I wanted her. She’d sat up and was pulling the straps of her top back up, her cheeks looking flushed and making me hard in my jeans again despite the obvious danger we were in. She stood up and looked at me, embarrassment and worry written all over her beautiful damned face.
“Will he say anything?” she asked, her voice full of anxiety as I walked toward her.
I shook my head.
“You’re sure?”
“He won’t say anything,” I grunted.
“How can you be sure?”
I reached for her and she yelped as I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me roughly. I placed my mouth on her neck just below her ear and started sucking and nipping at her, feeling sick with wanting for that woman. Everything about her was intoxicating—her smell, her taste, the feel of her. It was just her. And playing happy fucking families the day before had only made the desire for her grow.
She panted into the air without making any attempt at stopping me as I reached round her and grabbed a handful of her firm ass. “Battle,” she groaned as I pulled her against my body and she felt my rock-hard cock pressing into her belly. “Battle, stop,” she moaned into the air.
