Chapter 46 Quinn
It had been a long day and a lot had happened, so that could be why impatience rode me as Taran told me for the third time that she was fine.
I didn’t know if it was our conversation on the ferry this morning about the genetic testing or watching Kiera and I share the emotion of dropping off our baby at university, or if it was something else entirely.
However, I’d thought after Taran shared her concerns about going through the testing for the breast cancer gene that it meant she was taking her vow to be honest with me to heart.
That it meant we were starting things over in the best way possible.
Yet she’d picked at her meal in the hotel restaurant and barely spoken the entire time.
As we took the elevator up to our room, I grew more agitated.
“Was it me and Kiera? Did it trigger something?” My tone was more snappish than I intended.
Unfortunately, Taran did not appreciate it. Her eyes flashed with ire as the lift doors opened.
“No.” She marched off it. “It didn’t.”
I hurried after her. “You’ve been strange ever since.”
“I’m tired.” Stopping at our door, she gestured for me to open it.
“Taran, I’ve just moved my daughter into her own place in a strange fucking city, miles away from where I can get to her. I don’t have the patience for playing a guessing game with you tonight.” I shoved into the room and threw the key card on the side table.
“Don’t talk to me like that.” She slammed the hotel door shut. “I’m not one of your kids, Quinn.”
I whirled on her. “Well, responding ‘I’m fine’ when you’re clearly not is giving me flashbacks to Heather’s behavior several months ago, so excuse me if I’m responding in kind.”
“Don’t be a condescending prick.” She dumped her purse and shrugged out of her jacket, glowering at me in a way that heated my blood.
“You promised you’d be honest with me.”
“Maybe, just maybe, there are moments where I don’t want to burden you with thoughts and anxieties that aren’t urgent and can wait for another day that isn’t the day you experience a monumentally life-changing event.
” Taran’s hurt expression cooled my blood and my ire.
“Can you not think the worst of me, Quinn? Because I don’t think this will work between us if you jump down my throat every time I get a little quiet. ”
Fuck.
I squeezed my eyes closed with regret. “Mo luaidh, I’m sorry.”
When I opened my eyes, I found her sitting on the edge of the bed. “Maybe … maybe you should admit that you don’t quite trust I’m in this for good yet.”
That wasn’t … I didn’t …
I sank down next to her, stopping myself from voicing a denial. “It … it feels too good to be true, you know.”
“So, you don’t trust me?”
Her forlorn question had me reaching for her hand. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. Maybe … maybe I don’t quite trust us yet.”
“Yet?” Taran’s expression of wary hopefulness made me feel so raw and greedy for her.
“It’ll take time for us to be completely comfortable in this with each other. I guess that only makes sense, right? But I’m not going anywhere. Just, please, tell me what is bothering you when I ask you. No matter what else has happened that day, I don’t want to be protected from your feelings.”
“Quinn … we’re just … we’re just starting out again and this …” She exhaled shakily, pulling her hand from mine in a way that made me uneasy.
“Don’t. Don’t shut me out.”
Taran’s dark eyes flashed again, and she shoved me only half playfully. “Stop freaking out on me.”
“Stop freaking me out.”
Her lips twitched as her eyes washed over my face. Slowly, that amusement died and her voice was barely above a whisper when she asked, “Do you want more kids, Quinn?”
I was stunned.
That was not at all what I’d expected.
“I want kids.” She shrugged sadly. “And I feel like I’m running out of time, but you’ve had kids and—”
I kissed her, cutting off her words, my hand on her nape holding her captive against my mouth. She moaned, sinking into it, and I licked inside her, wanting to devour her. Suddenly, however, Taran jerked her head away, lips wet, panting.
I’d never wanted anyone more.
“Quinn?”
“I want children with you, Taran.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “It’s all I’ve wanted since we were kids ourselves. You, me, a house full of wee versions of us. A simple life, but a beautiful one.”
Her eyes shone with tears. “Really?”
“When are you going to finally understand, Taran Macbeth, that I’m only half a person without you? I want whatever makes you happy, and if what makes you happy also happens to make me happy, then all the better.”
A tug on my shirt made me realize she’d curled her fingers into the fabric. “You don’t think we’re too late?”
I frowned. “Will we be exhausted for a few years? Aye. Is it worth it? Fuck aye.”
Her smile was wide and glorious. I took a snapshot of her right there and then, never wanting to forget the love in her eyes. “We can do this, Quinn. We can make it this time.”
“I’m going to make damn sure of it.” I kissed her again, pulling her close.
Within minutes we were both stripped to our underwear and my dick was hard as a fucking rock. I never thought I’d have this again. This level of sexual excitement. I thought it was a thing of the past.
As I commanded Taran to move into the middle of the bed, I stood to stare down at her, drinking in the gorgeous sight of her in her black bra and panties. I was the luckiest man in the world.
“I had a health check. I’m good.”
Her beautiful tip-tilted eyes flared. “Oh.”
“I don’t mean …” Realizing how she might construe that. “I don’t mean we need to start trying now. In fact, I’d like it to just be us for a while—”
“Agreed.” She nodded, eyes adorably wide.
My lips twitched. “But I’d like to take you bare.”
Taran rubbed her thighs together as her breast trembled with a heave of emotion. “I am on the pill and I’m all good too … so that would be a yes, Mr. McQuarrie.”
I groaned on a smile because I felt like I was coming out of my fucking skin. Wonder if that feeling will ever abate? I hope not.
I drank her in, my chest heaving with want. Finally, I climbed onto the bed. Taran’s nipples were visibly taut against the fabric of her bra. The desire in her dark eyes made me feel a million feet tall. “Lie back, Mo luaidh.”
Cheeks flushed, she settled against the mattress, her arms resting above her head. She deliberately arched her back, biting her lower lip as she stared at me from beneath her lashes with unadulterated lust.
“Fuck me,” I murmured as I curled my fingers around her knickers and slid them down her slender thighs.
Just the sight of her bare pussy made me feel like a schoolboy ready to come at the sight of my first naked girl.
I peeled the fabric down her legs, caressing every curve before throwing them behind me.
“What now?” Taran teased. “Bra next?”
I grinned, but it felt slightly feral. “Spread.”
She let out a wee whimper of arousal as she widened her thighs. Wrapping my hands around both her slim ankles, I slowly slid my palms upward, caressing her until her inner thighs quivered and her pussy glistened.
My tongue caressed my lower lip in anticipation of licking every inch of her.
I kneeled between her thighs and gently pushed two fingers inside her.
Wet, tight heat made me groan as she arched off the bed and moaned.
Pumping in and out of her, I watched her nails scratch the sheets, her heels digging into the mattress as she fucked herself on my fingers.
I leaned over, pressing my thumb down on her clit as I squeezed her breast with my free hand.
“Quinn!” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
No intention of stopping. I rubbed at her clit as my fingers continued driving in and out of her.
Taran stiffened and then cried out as she clenched around me. Wet flooded my fingers as she shuddered through her climax, but I didn’t stop. Her clit was wet and swollen, and I kept pressure on it as I pushed in and out of her through her release.
“Quinn …” She reached for me, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving, her thighs shaking, and then surprise slackened her features as another orgasm ripped through her.
“Oh God, oh God oh God oh God,” she moaned through my continued torment. “Quinn. Quinn …”
I shoved my boxers just low enough to free myself. One hand gripping her thigh, my other wrapped around my painfully hard cock, I guided myself to her entrance. My eyes practically rolled back in my head at Taran’s wet, clasping snugness.
At the way her body bowed into my intrusion and the way she writhed beneath me as I bit out possessively, “Is this your first time without a condom?”
She nodded, gasping out a yes.
Gratified to the point of wanting to take her as deep as I possibly could, to imprint myself on this woman forever, I grabbed Taran’s other thigh, spread her, and thrust through the tight muscles, feeling the delicious drag zip up my spine.
“Take off the bra,” I grunted, wanting to see every inch of her.
Taran moaned as she sat up, causing me to bottom out. “Fuck!” She momentarily fell back again.
I gritted my teeth against the need to pump in and out of her. “Bra,” I reminded her.
“Bra, bra,” she muttered harshly, quickly taking it off and throwing it over the side of the bed. “Happy now?”
Her tits jiggled as she flopped down, her pink-brown nipples tight, sexy little buds.
“Oh, aye.” I pulled almost all the way out and drove back into her.
My eyes moved from the pleasure etched on her face to her lips parted on gasps, to her breasts trembling with my every thrust. I pressed her thigh toward her and leaned over, penetrating deeper as I rocked into her.
Taran’s cries filled my ears as her inner muscles quickened around me.
“Is that good?” I growled, forcing myself to fuck her slowly but hard.
“Yes!” Her arms flopped above her head, her expression screwed up with the intensity of her pleasure. “Quinn!”
Her cries filled my ears as she shattered around me, her climax tight-fisted tugs of her pussy muscles that squeezed my dick with such intense pleasure, bright lights sparked behind my eyes.
I fell over her, my head bowed between her neck and shoulder as I released inside of her. After I had a semblance of control left, possessiveness made me watch as I pulled out. Seeing my cum drip out of her pussy was like a shot of adrenaline to my heart.
“One day we’ll make a baby like this,” I murmured. I met her tender, satisfied gaze as I smoothed a hand over her flat stomach. “One day you’ll have my baby in here.”
Taran bit her lip and nodded, face alight with utter happiness.
“I love you so much.” I came down over her again, kissing her deeply, needfully.
Taran wrapped her entire body around me, as if trying to meld with me as we kissed and kissed until our mouths were swollen. When we finally broke for air, she stroked her hands down my cheeks, through my beard. “There are no words for how much I love you, Quinn McQuarrie.”
Feeling … too much … I buried my face in her throat and tried to calm my racing heart, luxuriating in the feel of her curves against my body, the scent of her on my skin, and the flutter of her pulse at my lips.
I was never going to let this woman go. Not ever again.