Chapter 43 Bed, Bath, and Butt Stuff
Bed, Bath, and Butt Stuff
Tripp
The humidity from my shower still hangs in the air as I lay out all the items on my bed in preparation for Quinn. Anal beads, butt plugs of various sizes, a vibrator, and of course, lube. I want to fill her up, spread her out, and ruin her in every way she’ll let me.
I might end up heartbroken after everything with Quinn is said and done, but I’d learned one thing—I can fall in love. I can want something more. Unfortunately, it was with the woman I pinky swore not to catch feelings for.
The sound of the front door opening pulls me from my thoughts.
“I’m up here,” I call out, eager to see her face when she sees what I have planned for her tonight.
Heavy footsteps sound on the stairs.
“Honey, I hope you’re ready for some fun tonight.”
I turn in time to see someone who’s definitely not Quinn waltz into my room.
“Probably not the kind of fun you have in mind,” Wes jokes. “Expecting someone else?”
“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, frantically stepping in front of the sex toys laid out in a lewd display on my bed.
“I came to see if I could borrow your—" He freezes, eyebrows shooting to his hairline as he takes in the scene behind me.
Quinn was going to be here any minute. I had to get Wes out of here or my entire night was fucked to hell.
“Borrow what?” I ask, desperate to pull his attention away from the bed.
“Oh, uh, a drill. Sawyer has me fixing some shit around the house, but I can’t find her drill anywhere.”
“Yep,” I say, urging him out of the room and away from the bed of butt stuff on display behind me. “It’s out in the garage.”
“Have a big night planned, huh?” Wes says, eyes lighting with humor.
I grunt. “You weren’t supposed to see any of that.”
“Glad to hear it wasn’t meant for me. So, who’s the lucky lady?”
Shit.
“No one.”
His face splits into a shit-eating grin. “Planning on using all that stuff on yourself then?”
I smack him upside the head. “You don’t need to know about any of it. Just get what you came for and get the fuck out.”
He chuckles. “Alright, alright. For someone who can dish it out, you sure can’t take it.”
I can take Wes’ shit just fine. What I can’t handle is discussing my sexual relationship with his little sister with him.
Instead of arguing, I lead him to my garage and snag my drill from the workbench. “Here,” I say, shoving it into his hand. “Now get out of here.”
He whistles low. “Okay, I get the hint. You’re not ready for me to meet her.”
Nope. Definitely not ready for him to know that stuff on my bed is all meant for his little sister.
My head snaps up at the sound of tires crackling against the concrete of my driveway.
This is my fucking nightmare.
With any luck, she’ll see Wes’ truck and bail before he spots her.
I grab Wes’ arm before he can glance out the window and see Quinn’s car pulling up the drive. “You want a drink?” I ask.
“I thought I heard someone pull up." He tries to look out the window.
“I didn’t hear anything,” I say, playing it off. “Come on, I’ll grab you a pop from the fridge. A beer?”
He cocks a brow. “Weren’t you just trying to get rid of me?”
“I might’ve been a little hasty. I’ve got time for a drink with my best friend.”
He studies me, tilting his head to the side like he’s working through an equation. God help me if he’s half as good at solving this as he is with numbers.
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m gonna head out. I’ve got work to do,” he mutters, eyeing me suspiciously. “Thanks for the drill.”
“Sure,” I say with a wince as he pulls my garage door open.
I’m frozen in place, ready for the explosion I’m sure is about to take place.
Instead, all I hear is the deep rumble of his old blue Chevy starting up and the chugging growl of its engine fading as he pulls out of my driveway.
Holy shit. I’ve gotta be the luckiest man alive.
My phone buzzes, and I swipe my thumb over the screen to answer.
“He just left,” I say, knowing exactly why she called. “And he didn’t see you.”
I hear her blow out a relieved breath. “Why the hell was my brother over there?”
“He came to borrow a drill.”
“I nearly peed myself when I saw his car.”
I give a dark chuckle and drag a hand over my face. “You have no idea, Quinnie. That was terrifying. I thought for sure he was gonna shove those toys he saw on my bed up my ass if he saw you.”
She giggles. “What toys?”
“Get your fine ass over here and find out.”
A minute later, Quinn pulls back down my driveway, and this time I’m ready for her, waiting on my porch with what I’m sure is the stupidest grin.
But right now I don’t care if she knows how far gone I am for her.
I’m just happy to see her—and giddy that I’m still alive after that close call with Wes.
She smiles back, completely lit up from the inside out, and I don’t think she’s ever looked prettier. Her hair shines, and her skin is a golden tan from all the time she’s spent outside lately.
I have her park in the garage to keep her car out of sight—just in case Wes swings back by.
“That was way too close,” she says with a laugh, as the garage door rumbles closed behind her. “Maybe we should have planned this out better.”
“I think I saw my life flash before my eyes.”
“Wes wouldn’t kill you.”
“He would after he saw everything I had planned for you tonight.”
Her eyes flash to mine, and her cheeks go pink. “I’m intrigued.”
I grin, heart thudding harder than it should. “Come on,“ I say, ushering her through the door and locking it behind me to prevent any other surprises. “I’ll show you.”
I grab her hand and pull her up the stairs, eager to finally have her in my bed.
It’s crazy to think as much as we’ve done these past weeks, I still haven’t claimed her in the one place that feels most like mine.
She follows me into my bedroom. Her eyes bounce around the room until they focus on the toys laid out on the bed. “Oh my God. What is this? Bed, Bath, and Butt Stuff?”
I give her a dark look, stepping closer and letting the heat between us build. “I want to take you in every way humanly possible. You still want to see what it feels like to have me filling you up here?” I ask, grabbing her ass.
She meets my gaze, exhales a shuddering breath, and nods.
“You’re a fucking dream,” I say, closing the little space left between us.
My mouth descends on hers. Her lips are soft but demanding as she trails her fingers up my arm. I’m balancing on the edge of a blade, starving for her after two long weeks without having her. I want to fill every single part of her.
My hand slides up to her breast, teasing her nipple through her thin shirt. Her body instinctively arches into me.
These forbidden moments make it all feel real—like she truly could be mine. Even though I know she won’t stay.
“I’ll make it feel good, honey,” I promise.
She yanks her shirt off between kisses, and I make quick work of her shorts. I’ve seen her naked several times, but she still steals the breath from my lungs. I want to lay her down on my bed and worship her—slowly, thoroughly—but Quinn has other plans.
Her hands tear at my shirt, sliding inside my shorts before the fabric even hits the floor. She’s hurried and impatient, and God help me, I want to give her everything. But not like this. Not rushed. Not when tonight is about doing something new.
I grip the back of her neck, biting her bottom lip before pulling away.
The look in her eyes is ravenous. I’ve barely even touched her, and as eager as she is, I have to slow this down.
This isn’t something that should be done quick and dirty like where this is headed, especially not when I know this is her first time.
And Christ, that does something to me—to know I’m the first one to ever get to touch her there. And I find myself wishing I could be the last too.
“I love how fucking eager you are, but you‘ve gotta slow down, honey.”
Her fingers wrap around my shaft, and she gives me a teasing grin. “I don’t want to slow down. It’s been too long since I’ve had you inside me.”
“Fuck,” I grunt as she pumps me from base to tip. “I know.”
I try not to think about how good it would feel to plunge into her right this second and take her hard and rough and fast. But that wasn’t my plan tonight, and if this was really just about some bucket list for her, I had one more thing left to check off the list.
Maybe I was an idiot for wanting to check that last thing off, but damn it, I wanted her to get everything she wanted from me. And I had no idea how much longer we had. She could get a job offer tomorrow and be gone by next week with how Pops is faring.
“If we don’t go slow with this, I’m gonna hurt you. And I promised you I’d make it feel good, so we need to take our time.”
Her blue eyes peer at me, wide and bottomless. “This is the last thing on my list,” she says as those eyes of hers turn glassy.
I nod. “I know."
“I don’t want to be done after this,” she murmurs.
“This doesn’t have to be over until you want it to be, Quinnie.”
“I—I don’t want it to be over at all,” she says with a sad smile.
The words hit me dead center. My fingers tighten on her hips.
I want to say something—should say something—but I’m afraid if I open my mouth, I’ll spill everything I’ve been trying not to.
That I don’t want her to ever leave. That I’m madly in love with her and don’t want to spend another moment without her.
That I lied when I pinky swore to keep it casual because it’s never been casual for me.
Everything in me screams to hold on to her and never let her go. Quinn Dawson deserves more than I could ever give. So I swallow the words I’m dying to say and give her the only truth I can without begging her to stay.
“Me neither.”
I let my fingers graze over her naked body, tracking every dip and curve. Committing every inch of her to memory.
“You get to pick what you want to try first,” I say, gesturing toward the toys laid out on the bed.
She peers at them, eyes lit with curiosity. “I want to try them all.”