“I was hoping there was a good reason for it.” Quinn lowers her gaze again. “Are we here to review footage?”
Evan reaches over and places his hand on Quinn’s shoulder, curling his fingers around her neck. She doesn’t respond the way she does to me when his fingers graze my mark. There’s a dark part of me that loves that I have a claim over her he will never have. My fingers twitch with the need to trace the crescent-shaped scars so I can confirm her reaction.
“I’ll get it cued up to last night. We’ll each take a section, and if you see anything, tell me so I can mark it and pull up the feed for that camera.” Evan gives her a little affectionate squeeze before releasing her to focus on the keyboard nearest him.
“What specifically are we looking for?” Quinn tucks some light hair behind her ear and scans all the monitors.
Quinn
“I want to see what the kids were up to, but more importantly, I want to see what went down this morning when Letty found them.” Evan’s hands are moving over the keyboard rather fast for the size of his fingers. I can’t count how many of my guy friends in college would always ask for my notes, citing they couldn’t type as fast or as efficiently as I could because of the size of their fingers.
My mind starts to wander, and it’s no longer his fingers on the keyboard that I’m thinking about, it’s how good they felt on my skin last night. I quickly avert my gaze from his hands. This is not the place, and certainly not the time, to let my thoughts take a trip through the gutter.
Evan turns his head to look at me, and he inhales deeply. I pretend not to notice his eyes on the side of my face, but I can feel heat rising in my cheeks.
Someone twists the knob from the other side of the door, and Evan jumps up and snarls, “Don’t open the fucking door.”
I watch him as he strides over to the entrance and jerks the door open. “I have the schedule.” The man Evan addressed as Jon just a few minutes ago is holding out a few sheets of paper, offering them to Evan.
I lean over a little and whisper to Griffin, “Did I miss something? He seems upset.” The door snaps closed after Evan snatches the papers from the man and grumbles some sort of response that I can’t even understand.
Griffin takes full advantage of my nearness and puts his lips close to my ear, even though the door is closed, and whispers, “You’re aroused.” I snap my eyes over to Griffin, then peek at Evan. I want to ask why that would upset him, but I can’t force the words out of my mouth. It’s not like I’m going to jump his bones in the surveillance room.
Evan tosses the papers onto a table near the door, and a few slide off to land on the floor. Ignoring them, he advances toward me, his eyes seeming to only see me. He looks…intense, I guess would be the right word. “Evan?” I question softly.
He comes to a stop just in front of me, and I have to crane my neck back to see his face. His nostrils flare and his chest expands as he drags in another deep inhale. It dawns on me then. He can literally smell that I’m turned on. Oh my goodness, I need a hole to open up and swallow me right now.
I squeeze my thighs together. Talk about super embarrassing. “I’m not…” I start to deny what he apparently already knows, but Evan slams his lips to mine before I can finish. I’m so shocked, it takes me a moment to respond to his kiss, but then I let my eyes fall closed and open up for him. It’s not going to help with how turned on I am, but a stolen kiss is acceptable, or at least it must be if he’s the one who initiated it.
Evan’s hands come up and cradle my neck, his thumbs resting on the underside of my jaw while his fingers tunnel into the hair at the nape of my neck. When I feel one of his hands start to trail down my body to cup my breast, two things happen—my back arches, showing him just how much my body appreciates his attention, and my mind rebels.
I break the kiss and tilt my head back, gathering a breath I rasp, “This isn’t helping.”
Evan continues kissing down my throat. “What do you need?” he asks and nips my breast right through my shirt and bra, finding my nipple without error and showing me he misunderstood my words.
I hold the back of his head, still arching into him. I feel a hand on the inside of my knee, spreading my legs to make room for his torso. His chest is so wide, the sides of my thighs get pinched against the arms of the chair to accommodate him.
His skin feels hot, as if he’s been too close to a campfire for too long. I want to rub against every inch of him, some parts more than others, like the thick length I know is just behind his jeans.
Gathering every inch of willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I sink back into the chair and lower my eyes so I can look at him. He’s still bigger than me, even while kneeling. I take in his dark brown eyes and the way he’s looking at me as if he’s ready to devour me whole. I give myself a second to slow my racing heart, then finally admit, “I had a pretty long dry spell, so being around you two is making me go a little haywire.” I twist my lips in awhat can you domanner.
“Do you want him instead?” Evan grabs the arm of Griffin’s shirt and hauls him closer, still rooted in his chair, without even looking in his direction. The move was so damn quick, Griffin barely blinks in response.
I look between them, slightly panicked. “What? No. I’m not incapable of controlling myself just because I’m a little hot and bothered. We can…later,” I say softly, feeling very presumptuous, yet still rather certain about my statement.
Evan makes a sound that comes off as half distressed and half growl. Griffin casually swipes Evan’s hand, which is still clinging to the fabric of his shirt, away. “He cannot, Quinn.” I look at Griffin but keep Evan in my sights—it’s not hard, considering how close we all are now.
“He cannot what?” I lick my lips, feeling as if I already know the answer but need to hear it.
“You need me,” Evan replies, but it almost comes off like he’s begging me to tell him yes.
“We are not human.” Griffin places his fingertips on the inside of my wrist. I know without being told he’s feeling my pulse, which is thundering under his touch.
“I know.” I nod eagerly.
“We can’t ignore your need. It’s not about waiting until later or delayed gratification. It’s more like…a compulsion,” Griffin explains after glancing at the ceiling.
My heart thuds even harder. “What?” I scoff, glancing between them.
