9. QUINN
9
QUINN
What was I thinking?
Why did I end up inviting Enzo to my hotel room?
Sure, I didn’t want the night to end so soon. But now, as he trails behind me while I toy with the keycard to my room, the consequences to my decision are finally beginning to set in.
“There.” I smile, nervously, and he follows me inside.
He has his hands in his pockets, and I can sense some resistance from him.
Did I misunderstand this whole thing altogether? Does he think that I am stepping out line?
“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?” His voice cuts through my self-doubt.
“I wouldn’t be a good host if I didn’t.”
I hastily pour him a glass of wine.
We settle down on the sofa, sitting face to face.
Immediately, this feels more comfortable… intimate.
“Has anyone told you your cheeks flush every time you’ve had more than two drinks?” He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“Not really.”
“It’s cute.” He laughs, setting down his drink and scooting closer to me.
His hand is hovering over my thigh now.
I’m emboldened by the liquid courage and pull his hand down so it is touching me.
“You can do that, you kno—”
His mouth crashes down onto mine. One hand in my hair, the other snaking its way under my dress, grabbing my waist to pull me closer to him.
I deepen the kiss, tracing his lips with my tongue.
“Quinn,” he groans into my mouth.
He has me sitting on his lap, and I can feel him grow hard underneath me.
We’ve already taken this too far, but it feels too good just to…
“Stop,” he breathes in my ear as I grind against him. “I’ll want more than just a kiss if you keep this up.”
I move forward, and that seems to unlock something inside of him.
Suddenly, he flips us over and has me pinned underneath him.
“I told you.”
He starts to leave open-mouthed kisses on my neck, his lips hovering dangerously close to my breasts.
I throw my head back, and he tugs at the straps of my dress.
“Off,” he commands.
Within a second, he’s tugging my dress off me.
His eyes darken at the newly exposed skin, and as I take off my bra, his clothes come off, giving me a show right before he positions himself on top of me.
We don’t even make it to the bedroom.
“God, Quinn,” he breathes into my ear as his erection grazes between my legs. “What are you doing to me?”
“Probably the same you are doing to me.” I moan. “I want this.”
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
I manage an incomprehensible moan, and the head of his cock pokes me gently.
“ Fuck.”
“Mmm.” He’s savoring the moment. “Use your words, Quinn. Tell me where you want my cock.”
“Inside me,” I blurt. “Please, I need you inside me so bad.”
He holds me between his strong arms and pushes inside me, but just the tip. A tease.
“You’re so wet for me,” he grunts. “I’ll make you cum all over my cock.”
I expect him to continue going slow, but he surprises me by thrusting inside me, a low moan escaping both our lips at the action.
“ Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever had before, and it takes me a while to adjust to his thickness.
It hurts so good. He fills me up completely, pleasure rolling all over my body.
“You take me so well,” he groans against my ear.
I cling onto his shoulders, my nails digging in his back.
He has me completely at his mercy.
I begin thrusting my hips up and down to match his, and his grip on my waist tightens.
“Fuck, yes. Like that.”
It sets off something animalistic inside of him, and his thrusts get harder—faster.
I’m screaming so loud he has to put his hand over my mouth to quiet me.
My walls clench around him.
“Enzo… I… Fuck.” I bite into his shoulder.
“Cum for me,” he demands, thrusting into me even harder.
And I do. Like he can make me cum on command.
A couple of thrusts later, and he is joining me in ecstasy, groaning my name.
“Fuck,” the two of us breath out, collapsing beside each other.
“That was…”
“Incredible,” Enzo mutters as he pulls my naked body against his once again.
We crossed a line, but I do not want to think about that tonight.
I nuzzle my face in the space where his neck meets his shoulder. His scent is an alluring mixture of cologne and something uniquely his.
I’m fine with just this. He makes me feel safe in his arms—like nothing bad can happen while he’s here.
***
The morning sun peeks through the space in the curtain, waking me up.
“Mmm,” I stretch out my hands to pat the space next to me.
Empty.
I shoot up in bed.
Did he leave?
Last night was…amazing.
But that’s all it was, one night, since Enzo left without telling me goodbye.
I throw my head in my hands, groaning.
I was just another one-night stand for him. What was I doing expecting anything more?
My mind is tying itself into knots, so when my phone rings, I pick it up immediately—thankful for the distraction.
“Quinn, honey,” a warm voice greets me.
“Dad.”
“How have you been?”
I sit up straighter in bed, covering my chest with the duvet even though there’s no way he can see me through the line. “I’ve been good, Dad. I’d been meaning to call you.”
It has been a while since we last talked.
“Then I must have read your mind.” He chuckles. “Where in the world are you now?”
“Oh, you know, just working. You know what it is like.”
“I do. I am taking a page out of your book, too and seeing some of the world.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah. My friend, Chet? You must have heard about him from me. Well, I am going to go see him.”
“That’s lovely, Dad.”
“Would you like to come?”
I press my lips together. “I don’t know…”
“Hey, I know that it’s a little last minute, but I think it’ll be exactly the kind of break you need.”
Though he is right, I’m here working. I committed to this. And though it kills me to pass on this rare opportunity to spend time with my dad, I really can’t. “Dad, that’s really nice of you to ask, but I’m booked for the next two weeks at least.”
I can almost hear the smile on his face falling. “Oh, well…”
“Next time, I promise you.”
“I understand. I know how all-encompassing work can be.”
“You should document your own trip online,” I suggest. “It’ll almost be like I’m there with you.”
He laughs. “You know I’m no good with that stuff. I’ll email you instead.”
“Fair enough, Dad.” I laugh.
We talk for a minute or so more and then hang up.
My dad couldn’t be more opposite to me when it comes to social media. He uses his phone strictly for calls and messages and doesn’t really understand when I talk to him about my followers.
“They’re following you? Do you need me to do something about it?” he’d said to me when I told him I hit my first 100k followers.
His innocence was endearing, but I didn’t mind. It gave us more to talk about whenever we did end up meeting in person.
I glance over to the empty bedside and sigh as I drag myself out of bed.
This is a new era for me, and I’m not going to let myself get attached to anyone.
Even if they happen to be the best I’ve ever had.
My cheeks burn as memories of last night come flooding back to me, and I bite down on my lip.
My phone buzzes in my hand.
Enzo: Last night was fun. Looking forward to seeing you again soon.
I reread the message, the smile growing on my face.
He wants to see me again.
I know being with him like this is a risk. My heart still hasn’t fully healed from the last time I tried my hand at love, only to get burned. But I cannot deny the rush I get being around him.
I have not felt this way in years.
With Liam, the butterflies faded very early in our relationship. When he touched me, I would feel nothing.
It isn’t like that with Enzo.
He is new. Exciting.
I know I am getting ahead of myself, but it feels too good just to stop here.
After all, it’s a new beginning, right? A new chapter.