My lips tugged into a grin against the column of her neck. “Gladly, darlin’,” I growled out.
Grabbing the back of her left leg, I pulled it up high on my side, stretching her hips wider as I pumped in and out. The moan that came out of her sent another surge of lust through me.
Goddamn.
We moved in perfect tandem, her fingertips digging into my flesh as she clung to me. Each little sound from her, each pump of my hips sent my desire swelling and surging within me.
"That's it. You're doin' so good, darlin'. You're takin' me so well."
“F-fuck yes,” she breathed, her voice a sultry melody I could listen to on repeat.
Her cuss was somehow both the most wholesome and sexiest thing I’d ever heard, and I liked what it did to me. The emotion that it brought as my heart thumped a fast, thunderous beat in my chest. I quickened my pace, ramped up the intensity, thrusting into her wet pussy in hard, deep strokes that sent that wave of desire threatening to break upon me at any moment.Her breathing had already turned ragged, her moans and cries picking up in volume. If those were any gauge, I’d say she was close as well. Dipping my mouth in the direction of her chest, I peppered kisses across her skin until I found the swell of her breast. Not slowing my pace, I nipped at her peaked nipple before running my tongue over it to soothe the hurt. She cried out, her body rippling beneath me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
“Hux,” she warned, the word grated out, like she was clenching her teeth.
My name on her lips was like a siren song. I didn’t think I could last any longer even if I tried. Repeating the action, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and slammed into her in a quick, brutal succession. Her body writhed beneath mine, her own orgasm taking her, her inner walls clenching around my cock tightly. Bursts of light erupted against the eternal blackness of my vision as I came hard and fast. So fast I didn’t even manage to pull out.
Well, fuck. She was—that was…
“Fuck.” I blew out a breath and my muscles turned to jello and gave way as I rolled off her and laid on my back. I hadn’t come like that in a long, long fucking time. I could tell myself that maybe it had to do with the fact I hadn’t gotten laid in at least two years, but I’d be a liar. This was different.
I was smitten. Enchanted. Enamored. Some would even say fucked. Call it whatever the hell you wanted, but I knew one thing for certain.
I wanted more.
Quinn snuggled up against my left side, resting her head on my chest as we both took a moment to control our breathing. For a time, silence lingered in the room—not the awkward, stilted kind, but the kind of content, peaceful quiet that reminded me ofwatching the sunrise or the stars bursting to life in the nighttime sky.
My fingers trailed lazy paths up and down her side and she let out a soft, appreciative sigh that both managed to soothe and exhilarate me.
There was something different about Quinn.
I’d never been with anyone like her. One so earnest, honest, innocent. The old me hadn’t wanted to deal with someone like her, and inevitably breaking their soft heart. Too messy. Too many strings to detach and sever when I inevitably moved on. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been wild and selfish, and treated my relationships a little too callously back then.
But since the accident, well, I hadn’t dated much. At all, really. I’d tried once or twice, but most people only wanted to be around me because of who I had been, not who I was now. The two were night and day.
I wasn’t Huxson Lane anymore. I wasn’t a bull rider. I wasn’t a rodeo cowboy.
I was washed up, used, broken.
Most people don’t wanna take time to fix broken things. Not when it’s so much quicker and easier to find something new, better even. Quinn didn’t strike me as the type to be afraid of a little wear and tear, though. Not when she could breathe life back into something. I still remembered what she’d said at the bar. I don’t think I’d ever get that out of my head.
“Truth for a truth,” she said, breaking the silence.
I huffed. “Is this another one of your drinkin’ games—that we failed at, by the way.”
Her laugh was light and warm. “Speak for yourself. You’re the one who wasn’t playing by the rules and drinking out of turn.”
Well, she had me there. “Alright, so what’s your truth?”
“When you pulled out your wallet, for a second I thought you were planning on paying me like I was…like I was a whore or something.”
I laughed. That explained her reaction then. “Why the hell would you think that?”
“I don’t know,” she laughed. “I have really weird intrusive thoughts, I guess.”
“If you say so.” I kissed the top of her head. “Alright, my truth now, I guess. I’m sorry but also not sorry for leavin’ earlier.”
I felt her head shift, and I could just envision her cocking her head to the side like a confused puppy. Probably an adorable golden retriever or something. “What do you mean?” she asked.
