Chapter 36 Quinn
Maybe I was being an overbearing bastard, but I didn’t really give Taran much of a choice. She was coming home with me. After Eoghan’s confession, I wanted her nearby.
My hand gripped hers as we walked along the dark B road toward my house, the mini torch I had on my keyring guiding our way.
I never saw any point in taking my car into Leth Sholas if I planned on having a pint or playing at the Lantern.
After the police had taken statements from everyone, including those inside the pub, we were finally free to go.
As everyone dispersed to return to their homes, I walked Taran and London back to the bungalow and then changed my mind about leaving Taran there.
“Come back to mine with me,” I’d coaxed.
She’d looked torn, confused, still upset from the way the night had turned on us.
London wore a knowing expression as she said to her roommate, “I’ll be fine if you want to go.”
“We need to talk,” I’d insisted.
Taran had nodded, still not seeming a hundred percent certain.
Now here she was, her perfume tickling my senses as the breeze drifted through her hair.
Honestly, I didn’t want to talk about Eoghan or any of this.
I just wanted inside her. I wanted to feel close to her again.
I wanted to feel like she belonged to me.
As soon as I’d seen her in the Lantern, the memories of our night in Oban tormented me, making it hard to concentrate on our set list. While we played, I watched her constantly, tracing the curve of her cheek with my eyes, her lips, her elegant fingers as they wrapped around the glass of her drink.
Last Saturday she’d wrapped those fingers around my dick and we’d both watched as she stroked me to the point of exploding before I’d flipped her on her stomach and fucked her from behind.
It had been a battle all night to restrain those memories, and I was glad for the snare drum that hid my hardening dick.
“It wasn’t Eoghan behind the Oban attack.” Taran finally broke the tense silence between us.
I tried to push through the swarm of desire fogging my brain. “Of course it was.” I tightened my grip on her. “He just won’t admit it because colluding to kidnap is a heftier offense. Leth Sholas Police would charge him, and he’d see the inside of a prison cell.”
As it was, Eoghan was sobering up in one of their small holding cells and would face prosecution for dangerous driving and vandalism.
I hoped like hell he’d leave Glenvulin for good after that.
“You think?”
“Aye, I do. But can we talk about it later?” I shoved my keys in my door, reluctantly releasing her hand to do so.
“I thought that was why I was here. To talk?”
My answer was to pull her inside the house and crush my mouth down over hers, using our bodies to close the front door.
Taran gasped into my kiss, the sound taking my arousal through the roof. She tasted like the gin and tonic she’d had in the bar. She smelled of something citrusy and floral. She felt … perfect.
Her fingers curled in my hair, tugging on the strands as she moved us backward into my hallway. Feeling out of control, I pressed her against the wall, wanting inside her. Now.
My lips were hungry on hers, my hands eager on her body, and as I felt her tug on the zipper of my jeans, my balls drew up so tight I hissed into her mouth.
She yanked it down and slipped her hand inside to grip my dick confidently and pull it free of my underwear.
“Fuck …” I panted against her lips. “Taran, fuck, aye.”
Her eyes were glazed with lust. “Does it feel good, Quinn?”
“You know it fucking does,” I growled as I frantically unzipped her jeans, my fingers hooking into the waistband of those and her underwear as I shoved them down.
Taran’s breathing was as harsh as mine as she kicked off her shoes and fumbled to get the legs of her jeans off too.
While she did that, I quickly pulled a condom out of my wallet and sheathed my erection.
As soon as she was free of her clothing, I hooked her right leg around my hip and pushed inside her perfect, tight, wet heat.
Whatever else she denied, she couldn’t deny that she wanted this, me. I grunted, gritting my teeth against the need to come as Taran panted, gripping onto my biceps as she relaxed around my dick.
I bent my knees and thrust.
“Quinn!” she cried, her head falling back, her fingernails digging into my arms. “Harder, harder.”
I grunted in pleasure as I fucked her against my hallway wall. Taran let out another harsh cry, slapping her hand back against the plasterboard as if to brace herself. She hit one of the family photos and it fell, the sound of its dull thud on the floor mingling with our sex sounds.
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but making her come.
Taran undulated into my thrusts, her expression etched with pleasure as our hips rocked hard and fast together.
Desperation surged through me as the flickering thought of never having this with her again tickled the back of my mind.
It made me want to touch and taste every inch of her.
Greedy. Fucking ravenous. I squeezed her breast through her T-shirt, molding it, caressing it, owning every inch of her as my dick plunged in and out of her perfect, tight heat.
She was everything.
Everything I’d ever wanted my whole life.
“Taran.” I fucked into her harder, faster as my balls drew up.
“Come, Mo luaidh. Come on me.” I fumbled between her legs, finding the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
I’d barely rubbed her clit when her inner muscles clamped down on my dick.
I watched her face, exhilarating in the flush of her cheeks, the parting of her plump lips as her high-pitched climax filled my house and her pussy clamped tightly around me in pulsing throbs.
“Oh fuck!” I arched my back as my orgasm exploded through me. Light shattered in my eyes as her inner muscles continued to twitch around me in aftershocks.
Falling forward, her face pressed to my chest, I realized I still gripped her thigh as we shuddered together for a few seconds.
“I want you again,” I murmured broodily as I pulled back, wondering if this need for her would ever abate or if it would drive me mad for the rest of my life.
She bit her lip, eyes dancing with pleasure. “Maybe this time we might make it to the bedroom.”
I laughed as she tugged my face to hers, the sound swallowed in our insatiable kiss.
Last night came to me even before I opened my eyes.
Taran in my bed, kissing and licking and sucking every inch of me before I returned the favor.
We’d made love two more times. Christ, she made me feel like a teenager again.
Smiling to myself, I rolled over to reach for her and my hand slapped down with the force of gravity.
My eyes popped open, blinking against the morning light as I tried to process the empty space beside me.
“Taran?” I sat up, pushing back the sheet I’d used to cover us. The duvet laid discarded on my bedroom floor because it had gotten in our way. “Taran?” She was nowhere in sight.
The alarm clock on my bedside table said it was only five forty-five in the morning.
“Taran?” I called as I got out of bed and pulled on some boxers. She wasn’t in my bathroom. Traipsing downstairs, I wandered through the house to the kitchen.
It soon became clear she was gone.
Heart pounding, I rushed back to the hallway where we’d left my jeans and I tugged my phone out. The battery was almost dead.
But there was a text from Taran.
I’m okay. Just had to be somewhere.
That was it.
Hurt and anger suffused me as I slumped down on my staircase.
She’d snuck out of my house like I was a tawdry one-night stand.