Chapter 32
“So I should do it?” she asks, throwing her phone onto the side table.
“Why don’t you at least email her back and see what she wants?” I say with a shrug. “If it doesn’t feel right, say no. If it does, tell your story.”
Quinn takes a sip of her wine, her eyes on the ocean, barely visible in the dark. “I want this over with,” she says, her words quiet, almost as though she’s talking to herself. “But I don’t want him to win either,” she adds.
I drop my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer on the seat we share. Kissing the side of her head, I say, “I get that, and maybe this is your chance. Talk to her, see what she has to say, and then go from there.”
She looks up at me, her eyes searching my face before she reaches for her phone. I watch as she types out an email, not reading it, but knowing it’s a response to the podcast chick. When she’s done, she throws her phone back on the table and sinks back into the cushions.
“Good?” I ask, taking a sip of wine before I put my glass on the table.
She smiles and lets out a little laugh as she shakes her head. “I feel like you’re always asking me that,” she says.
“Yeah, well, I wanna make sure you’re okay,” I tell her. Quinn exhales, leaning into me, her head resting on my shoulder. I reach for my wine, taking another sip before I ask, “What’s something you used to do for fun before you met Sean?”
She pulls her legs up onto the seat, curling them to the side as she says, “Photography.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh. It’s actually how I met Sean,” she now says.
“What, like you were a professional photographer?” I ask.
Quinn laughs a little. “No, just a hobby. But I was taking some photos in Central Park one day, and unbeknownst to me, Sean was there with one of his bandmates. He thought I was trying to get photos of him to sell to the paparazzi or whatever and came over to yell at me to delete them. Guess I probably should’ve seen that red flag from the get-go. ”
“Gonna guess instead of yelling, he started flirting?” I ask, knowing I did the same thing when I met Quinn, even if the situation was very different.
She rolls her eyes as she looks up at me. “I know it’s hard to believe after what he did tonight, but he actually was very charming in the beginning.”
I snort out a laugh. “I’m sure he was.”
She elbows me gently in the stomach. “Obviously not as charming as you, but he was.”
“Obviously,” I repeat, turning to drop a kiss to the top of her head. “But I get it, babe.”
“Do you?” she asks, clearly not believing me.
“Yeah,” I say with a shrug. “You probably thought I was a huge flirt when you first met me, right? And look at us now. Totes in a relationship and everything.”
Quinn bursts out laughing, rolling her head so she’s looking up at me. “Oh, believe me, I still think you’re a huge flirt,” she teases.
I scoff, curling my arm around her shoulders as I pull her into my lap. “Yeah, but you love it,” I whisper, my lips brushing against hers.
She smiles, a hand brushing the hair back from my forehead. “I do,” she confirms, her words a whisper. “You’re totally different from him, you know.”
“I know,” I reply with a smirk that only makes her laugh. “Like I said, I get it, babe,” I continue, wanting her to know that I don’t feel threatened by her ex or what they had together at all. “You loved him, you married him. I know no matter what happens, he will always be a part of you.”
“A part of my past,” she says, moving so she’s straddling me.
I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress higher. “Yeah, I know,” I whisper, as my hands reach her ass and I pull her against me. “It’s okay, Quinn, I get it.”
She loops her arms around my shoulders, her blue eyes dark in the low light as she looks down at me. Closing the distance, I feel her lips against mine, a slow, teasing kiss in the darkness.
“I think you should take photos again,” I whisper against her mouth.
She huffs out a breath, warm against my skin. “It’s not like I was a professional or anything.”
“You bring your camera to Hawaii?” I ask, ignoring her comment.
Quinn nods, kissing me again. “Yes,” she whispers, deepening the kiss.
I smile. “Take photos,” I murmur. “Find that girl again.”
She groans, not saying anything as she kisses me harder, her hips grinding against mine now in a way that tells me she wants more than just a kiss. We might not have been together for long, but I already know Quinn, know her body and everything it wants.
“Quinn,” I groan, my tongue sliding against hers.
“Kai,” she murmurs, making me smile.
“Eli,” comes the voice of my roommate.
Quinn immediately pulls away, scrambling as though to climb off my lap. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as Eli walks out onto the back deck.
“Hey,” I say with a laugh, as Quinn buries her face against my neck with a groan, clearly embarrassed.
Chuckling, Eli takes a seat in the chair across from us, a smirk on his face as he takes in how we’re sitting and what I’m sure he figured was about to happen next, had he not come home.
“Hey yourself, sorry for interrupting,” he says, a smirk on his face.
“You’re cool,” I reply, shuffling Quinn so we’re in a less compromising position. Not that I give a shit, but I know it will bother her. And if it bothers her, it bothers me.
“You good, Quinn?” he now asks, tipping his chin in my girl’s direction.
She laughs, her cheeks flushed as she shakes her head. “I mean, yeah,” she mutters. “What happened after we left?”
Eli blows out a breath. “Cops took him away. Not sure if he’s getting arrested or whatever. Apparently, he punched one of the bartenders, but Lisa doubts they’ll press charges.”
“The band finish out their set?” I ask.
Eli laughs. “Yeah, they did. Crowd demanded a do-over of that song with Jonah, given Sean interrupted the end of it, so that was cool.”
“I can’t believe he’s deaf and can still play drums,” Quinn says, reaching for her wine. “That’s pretty impressive.”
“Yeah, Lace taught him,” I tell her. “I think some sounds he can kinda hear or make out, and maybe because drums are so loud, it’s easier for him.”
“Still think they make a cute couple too,” she adds, and Eli and I both burst out laughing.
“Don’t think you’re the only one,” he says. “But it’s not happening.”
“Why not?” Quinn asks.
“They’re just friends,” I say with a shrug as though that explains it.
“We were just friends,” Quinn counters.
I grin, leaning in to give her a kiss. “We were, yes.”
“So it’s possible then,” she continues, clearly invested in this.
“Maybe, babe,” I say. “But, seeing as we are no longer just friends, how about we go to bed and get back to what we were about to do before this guy interrupted us?”
“Oh my god,” Quinn groans as Eli lets out another laugh.
Standing, I hold Quinn in my arms, saying goodnight before I take her inside to do exactly that.
The next morning, Quinn and I surf with Alana and Flynn before heading back to her place to shower and change. As we walk into the house, Quinn’s phone pings with a message, and I watch as she reads whatever it’s about, her thumb scrolling up the screen.
“Everything okay?” I ask, dropping a kiss to the bare skin of her shoulder.
“Uh huh,” she responds, distracted as she keeps reading.
Chuckling, I pinch her ass. “I’m jumping in the shower. Come join me when you’re done,” I say before heading toward the bathroom.
I’ve just finished washing my hair when she finally joins me, her naked and now sun-kissed skin getting me instantly hard.
Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her deeply before asking, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” she whispers, looping her arms around my neck. “I’m speaking with Allie, that podcaster, after work this afternoon.”
“Nice,” I murmur, my hands sliding down her back to her ass as I pull her against me.
“Will you be here for it?” she asks.
“Of course,” I respond. “Anything you want, babe.”
“Anything?” she asks, a teasing smile on her face as she looks up at me.
“Anything,” I confirm with a grin.
“Hmmm,” she says, her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches me, a contemplative look on her face. I can only imagine the things she’s thinking right now, things I hope she knows she can always ask me for.
My hand squeezes her ass. “Talk to me, babe,” I whisper, pulling her bottom lip out before kissing her deeply.
She smiles against me, her murmured, “I want you to make me come,” only getting me harder. But when she adds, “With your mouth,” I swear I nearly come myself.
With a growl, I turn and back her up against the tile. “Good girl,” I say, my voice husky. Dropping to my knees, I press a kiss to her stomach, my hands curled around her thighs as I nuzzle against her.
Sinking back a little, I slide a hand down to her knee, hooking her leg over my shoulder as I open her up to me, her pussy bare and already wet.
Stroking my thumb gently across her clit, I smile at the moan she lets out before dragging my finger between her lips.
“Jesus, you’re dripping, Quinn,” I groan, glancing up at her.
“I need you to make me come,” she says again, her hand on the back of my head.
I smile, loving that she has the confidence now to ask me for this, to tell me what she wants and needs, knowing I will give it to her.
“I will, babe,” I promise, my eyes never leaving hers as I lean in and slowly lick her.
“Fuck,” she groans, her head falling back against the tile.
I tighten my grip on her thigh, flicking my tongue over her clit before I say, “Watch me, don’t look away.”
She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine as I lick her again. I can see her chest heaving, her breath already growing ragged as a flush creeps up her neck.
“I fucking love eating you out, Quinn,” I growl, my thumbs parting her lips before I bury my tongue inside her, my eyes never leaving hers.
She watches me, her breathing harder as her legs start to shake a little. I don’t stop, licking and sucking as I start to pump two fingers inside her.
Quinn groans, her head falling back again briefly before she suddenly remembers she’s supposed to be watching me. I smile against her as I now add a third finger, hooking them slightly in that way I know will push her over the edge.
And it does, Quinn letting out a loud groan as she comes on my face, the sounds echoing in the tiled shower stall.
I ride her orgasm out, licking her gently until she eventually pushes my face away. Chuckling, I stand, pressing a hard kiss to her lips before I murmur, “Turn around and bend over. I really need to fuck you.”
She huffs out a laugh as she does exactly as I’ve asked, her hands now pressed against the tile as she angles her ass toward me.
“Fuck me, what a view,” I murmur, my hands on her hips as I position myself against her.
I slide in slowly, planning to take my time, but the second I’m inside her, I lose all self-control, pounding into her from behind, my fingers digging into her hips, my hips slapping against her ass as I bury myself inside her over and over again.
Quinn moans, her palms flat against the tile. Unable to resist, I slide one hand between her legs, knowing I need her to come again.
It doesn’t take either of us long. The sounds of our combined orgasms are even louder in the bathroom.
“Jesus,” I breathe out, wrapping my arms around her waist as I collapse onto her back, my mouth against her shoulder. “Fucking you is my favorite thing in the whole world.”
Quinn giggles, and I press a kiss to her shoulder before reluctantly pulling out and spinning her around to face me.
“You good?”
She giggles again. “Yeah, I’m very good.”
I give her a quick kiss before asking, “So tell me what this podcast chick said?”