Chapter 28
Quinn shows me what she’s done, and I smile. “Well, that’s gonna rile him up,” I say.
“Do you think I should take it down?”
“Hell, fucking no,” I say, shaking my head as I open the fridge, grabbing us a couple of beers. “That asshole deserves to have this shit made public. Let people see who he really is.”
“He’s going to be pissed,” she says, taking the beer from me.
“Yeah, but fuck him,” I tell her, curling my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “He doesn’t get to dictate your life anymore.”
She shakes her head, a determined look on her face. “Nope, he doesn’t.”
“You’re allowed to stand up for yourself, Quinn, and I, for one, am fucking proud of you for posting it.”
“Really?” she asks, looking up at me.
I smile, dropping a soft kiss to her lips. “Yes, really,” I tell her. “I think you’re amazing.” She scoffs, and I silence it with another kiss. “I mean it,” I say. “It takes guts to do what you did, Quinn.”
“Hmmm,” she hums, and I can tell she isn’t used to getting compliments, something she’s gonna have to get used to from me. “Are you hungry?” she now asks, changing the subject.
I chuckle, shaking my head. We ate at Miles and Daisy’s in the end, spending several hours at their place. “Nope, I’m good,” I say as she lets out a yawn. “Maybe time for bed?” I suggest.
“Yeah, maybe.”
The next morning, I wake to the sun streaming in through the open windows.
Quinn is lying on her stomach beside me, still asleep.
It had taken her a while to fall asleep last night, the two of us lying here talking about everything we’d discussed with Miles and Daisy before she eventually drifted off.
I fucking hate that this is all happening to her, that her asshole ex has brought this ugliness to our island. But I will do everything I can to protect her from it.
Quinn blinks her eyes open, a slow smile on her face. “Hey,” she says, her voice husky with sleep.
“Hey,” I whisper, curling my arm around her waist and pulling her close. She’s wearing nothing but a tank and a tiny pair of undies, and all I want to do is peel them off her.
“I like waking up with you in my bed,” she murmurs, repeating the words I said to her yesterday morning when she woke up in mine.
“Me too,” I reply, slipping my hand beneath her tank, my fingers splayed across her back as I pull her even closer.
Quinn closes the distance between us, a hand on my chest as she presses her lips against mine. Her other hand begins a slow slide down my body, her fingers curling around my dick, which is hard inside my boxer briefs.
“Seems like someone’s awake,” she murmurs.
Chuckling, I move my hand higher, dragging my fingers along her skin and around to her breast. “With you, always,” I say, rolling her onto her back so she lies beneath me.
She pushes my briefs down, the two of us doing a little shuffle as I kick them off my legs before she wraps her arms around me. I drop my mouth to hers, my tongue tracing along her bottom lip before I deepen the kiss, our tongues slowly sliding together.
“I want to wake up with you every day,” I whisper, pushing her tank up as I shuffle down, taking her breast in my mouth.
“Kai,” she moans, pulling her tank off.
I suck and lick her nipple, biting the side of her breast before moving to the other one.
Her skin is warm and soft, and I could spend all day in bed discovering every single part of it.
Eventually, I kiss my way back up to her mouth, my hand moving in the opposite direction as I push her panties off.
“I hope you have some condoms here,” I murmur, knowing I have one in my wallet, which is somewhere in the living room, but I do not want to move from this bed right now.
“Shit,” Quinn breathes out. “I don’t. I haven’t bought any yet.”
I smile, pushing up on my elbows. “S’okay, I have one. Give me a sec?” I move to get out of bed, but Quinn grabs my arm, stopping me. “You okay?” I ask.
“Are you...” she starts, trailing off. “I’m...”
I lower my body to hers, giving her a soft kiss. “Talk to me, Quinn.”
She blows out a breath before saying, “I got tested after Sean. I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too,” I tell her, giving her another kiss. “But I can get the condom, Quinn. It’s okay.”
She puts her fingers against my mouth, as though stopping me. “I’m on the pill, Kai,” she whispers. I can see her pulse pounding in the side of her neck, can tell she’s nervous. “I...I want this with you.”
I smile, kissing her again. “I do too. I’ve never been with a woman like this before.”
“Really?” she asks, surprised.
Laughing, I shake my head. “No, babe, never. Before you, I was the hook-up guy, remember? I always wrapped it up.”
“And now?”
“Now,” I whisper, kissing her again. “Now I want you, Quinn. Every single part of you.”
“Kai,” she moans, her legs widening a little as her hand slides down to my ass. “I do too.”
I lift my head to find her staring up at me, her crystal blue eyes locked onto mine. She’s so fucking beautiful, and I have never wanted a woman more than I do her. “Are you sure?” I whisper.
She arches into me, hooking a leg around my hips. “Yes.”
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, before I slide into her, nothing between us. “Holy shit,” I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. “Fuck.” Her hand grabs my ass, squeezing hard as I slide deeper. “Shit, Quinn, you feel so fucking good.”
“Yes,” she groans, her other hand gripping the back of my neck as she pulls me in for a rough kiss, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip as she practically devours me.
It’s all the encouragement I need as I lift my hips, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back inside her. A growl rumbles in my chest as Quinn keeps kissing me, her hand on my ass pulling me deeper with every thrust inside her.
I can’t get over how fucking good it feels, how perfect she feels, and I don’t ever want this to end.
I drag a hand down her side, pressing her hip into the bed as I drive harder into her. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow it with another kiss as I grip her hip, my thumb finding her clit as I pound into her now, unable to stop myself.
“I need to feel you come, Quinn,” I groan. “Need to feel you come all over my dick, babe.”
She moans, her body arching off the bed, her hips thrusting up to meet mine as we move together, our bodies now covered in sweat, our skin hot.
“Oh god,” she murmurs, her grip on my ass tightening as I feel her start to clench around me. I know she’s close. I can tell by the way her body is reacting.
What I don’t expect is how close it pushes me to the edge or how fucking perfect it feels, being bare inside her. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I can’t get enough. I haven’t even come, and already I want to fuck her again.
“Tell me, Quinn,” I growl, driving my hips harder, faster.
She clenches as she moans, “Yes, god, yes. I’m...”
The rest of her words are lost in the roar I let out as I explode inside her, coming in time with her orgasm, the two of us riding it out together, our bodies trembling and our chests heaving.
“Fuck,” I eventually groan, collapsing on top of her.
I don’t move. I can’t, and from the grip she has on my ass, I don’t think she wants me to. My dick is still buried deep inside her, jerking with the aftershocks of literally the best orgasm of my life.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, not lifting my head, my face buried in the crook of her neck.
She huffs out a laugh, her grip loosening before she slides her hand up my back. “I am fantastic.”
Chuckling, I lift my head, my eyes finding hers. “What we just did was fantastic,” I tell her. “I’ve never come like that.”
“Like what?” she asks, an easy smile on her face.
“That fucking hard,” I say with a laugh. “Fuck, babe, I seriously blew my load just then.”
“Oh my god, Kai!” she squeals, laughing.
“What?”
“Blew your load? What are you, a teenage boy?” she teases.
“No,” I grin, kissing the end of her nose. “But I am your boy toy.”
“Yes, you are,” she says with a laugh.
I kiss her again, slower, deeper this time before I ask, “Does it bother you, our age difference?” I’m pretty sure it doesn’t.
God knows her being older than me doesn’t bother me at all.
But sometimes I worry that maybe it does for her.
Like maybe she thinks I’m not as serious about all of this because I’m six years younger than her.
She leans up, kissing me this time. “No, not at all,” she whispers.
“Good,” I reply, rolling off her as my phone chimes with a text.
“God, I should probably get a new phone,” Quinn groans as I reach for mine, seeing the text from my brother.
Miles: Dude, shit is blowing up online rn. Love the post she made though. He will be fucking losing it.
I show the message to Quinn, who groans again, covering her face with her hands. Dropping the phone onto the bed, I pull them away from her face. “You are amazing and brave and fucking beautiful,” I tell her. “He’s not going to win this.”
She blows out a breath, looking up at me. “He’s not going to be happy,” she says.
“No,” I reply with a shrug. “Probably not.”
“He’s probably going to come back here,” she adds. “Fuck, I didn’t think about that.” She turns away from me, her bottom lip between her teeth as she stares out the window.
“Babe,” I say, my hand on her cheek as I gently turn her back to me, my thumb pulling her lip out. “I’ve got you, okay? You can come and stay with me, or I’ll stay here, whatever you want. But you won’t be alone. You don’t need to be afraid.”
She blinks, swallowing hard as she stares up at me. “How the hell were you still single?” she eventually asks, her words quiet.
I bark out a laugh, my thumb brushing along her cheekbone. “I was waiting for you, obviously,” I say, kissing the end of her nose.
“No, but seriously, Kai,” she says, her hand on my chest. “Are you sure you want in on this? Because it’s going to get messy. Really messy.”
“Yes, Quinn, I’m sure,” I say, covering her hand with mine. “I told you, baggage doesn’t scare me.”
“It should,” she counters.
Chuckling, I lift her hand to my mouth and gently bite her knuckles. “Well, it doesn’t. And besides, did you miss the part about the most intense orgasm of my life? You think I’m gonna let your shitty ex deny me any more of those?”
Quinn bursts out laughing, which is exactly what I was aiming for, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close so she’s lying on top of me.
“I want this, Quinn,” I say, my eyes locked with hers. “I want this and you and every single piece of baggage that comes with you.”
“Why?” she whispers, swallowing hard.
I smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Because I’ve never met anyone like you,” I say, meaning it. “You’re...shit, Quinn, you’re fucking amazing, and I had no idea you were everything I wanted until I met you that day on the beach.”
“Noooo, surely not,” she says with a laugh.
“I’m serious,” I say to her. “Meeting you has changed me in ways I never could have imagined, but that I absolutely fucking love. So yeah, I will spend every night and every day with you, not just to protect you from that asshole, but because there is nowhere else I want to be. Okay?”
She stares down at me, eyes unblinking as she licks her lips. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” she whispers. “But I don’t care, because I’m keeping you.”
I laugh, giving her a quick kiss as I say, “Good.”
Quinn smiles, kissing me again, slow and sweet. When she lifts her head, she glances at my phone before turning back to me. “Do you think I should look at my post? Read the comments?”
“Do you want to?” I ask.
“No,” she replies, shaking her head.
“Then don’t,” I say with a shrug.
“Don’t?” she asks with a laugh.
“Don’t,” I repeat, sliding my hands down her back to her ass. “Besides, I can think of something else we can do instead.”
“Oh yeah,” she says, a smile on her face as she raises a brow at me. “Like what?”
This time it’s me grabbing her ass before I flip her onto her back, pinning her hands above her head on the pillow as I hover over her, my mouth on her neck, sucking hard as I murmur, “Fuck.”