Chapter 11
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Storm
T he lights from the Strip flash through the open curtains onto the wall so even though it’s three in the morning, the room is lit with colors. Quinn and I fell sleep on the couch. I’m amazed at how comfortable and right it feels to simply be together. I’ve never had a partner who liked to cuddle and now I know how much comfort and belonging I’ve missed out on.
Carefully disengaging myself from his embrace, I move to the window. I’ve lived in Vegas all my life and other than a few parties with so-called friends, I haven’t spent much time on the Strip. It’s brash and noisy and far too bright. So different than the working parts of the city. That’s where I belong.
Quinn’s life happens in many areas around town. I’ve seen the signs proclaiming Shallmar Construction Company as the builder all over. On the Strip, in residential neighborhoods, and even mini malls. It’s frightening, but I want to discover what it’s like to live in his world. What it’s like to live with him and his kids.
I just don’t have a clue how to go about making that happen.
There’s a rustle of noise behind me then Quinn is pressed against my back, his arms tight around my waist. He kisses my neck, then sucks softly. “You look so beautiful haloed in the lights,” he says. “It’s later now. I want you now. Here in the dazzle of lights.” His hand slips between my thighs. “I need to see you come reflected in this window.”
Does he mean…? Speechless, I stare into the reflection of his intense gaze as he unbuttons my jeans and with his palms skimming my thighs, pushes the denim down my body. My jeans and panties end up in a pile on the floor. We’re twenty-four floors up. No one can see in the window, can they? Besides, the windows aren’t floor to ceiling so the wall covers the lower parts of our bodies.
Quinn’s hands move up my thighs and over my hips and I don’t care if there’s voyeurs out there. Let them enjoy. I mumble approval and press my bare butt against the firm ridge in his pants.
“That’s it, baby. Spread your legs for me.”
I do and anticipating his first touch, hold my breath. Instead of the intimate caress I long for, he cups my breasts and thumbs my nipples through my clothing. Nuzzling my neck, he whispers, “Let’s get rid of these restrictive items, too.”
“What about your clothes?” I manage after my shirt is gone and he’s unfastened the front hook of my bra. “I want to see you, too.”
He chuckles as he draws my bra down my arms. “Undress me then, baby.”
Taking a step back before I turn, he slightly spreads his arms and grins. I start with his shirt and take my time exploring his flat nipples with my tongue. When he starts squirming, I move to slowly lower his zipper then his jeans. The sight of him with his jeans around his knees, his heavy cock bouncing against his firm stomach with each of his short breaths, nearly makes me collapse. Knowing this is because of me, and for me, is a powerful aphrodisiac.
He swallows hard before his raspy voice drives my need higher. “Turn around. Face the window. Brace yourself on the sill.”
“Kiss me first.”
His grin is wicked. “So, it’s going to be like that, huh?” He stalks the three steps to me, a predator to my willing prey. “Storm, ah baby.”
Rough, fierce, determined, he gives me no chance to breathe. The thrusting dance of his tongue fires my desire and when he finally eases back from my lips, I moan his name.
“That’s what I want to hear, baby. Only next time, you’re going to scream it for me.”
This is a deeply sexual side Quinn he hasn’t shown me. Not that we’ve had sex that often in two days. This brash, demanding lover… I… I like him.
“Now you’ve had your kiss. Face the window and spread your legs.”
Following his instructions, I brace my hands against the window sill and arch my back, exposing myself to him. With the length of his cock pressed intimately against my sex, he plays with my nipples, twisting and pulling them to hard peaks. He nibbles along my shoulder, nipping harder at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Quinn, please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“I need you inside me. Fuck me.”
His delightful ministrations halt. I open my eyes and his reflection is staring at me. The image isn’t clear enough for me to read his expression though. I’ve done something wrong. Said something he didn’t like. “I… I’m sorry. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“There’s nothing wrong, Storm.” One of his hands moves between my legs and parts my mound. His cock slides over my clit and I bite back a cry of delight. His hips continue to flex, winding me tighter as he speaks.
“I just need to make a correction to…uhh, baby… one of your requests.”
Pushing my hips back I undulate and arch to bring more contact to my clit. My eyes close as I savor the friction.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
Shocked at his words, my eyes pop open to his sexy grin. “Then what the hell are we doing?”
“Making love.”
“The same thing,” I pant.
“Not tonight, baby. Because, Storm, I’ve fallen in love with you.”
In the seconds I’m trying to wrap my arousal dulled brain around his words, he adjusts us both and slides hard and deep into me.
“I. Love. You.” Each word is accented with a long, slow thrust. I groan and tilt my hips higher until he’s stroking over my g-spot. “Fuck, Storm. You’re perfect. My love can…mmm… wait until you catch up. Love you, baby. Love… you…”
His words fade to indiscernible syllables, to sighs and groans. He fingers my clit until each of my panting breaths whimper his name. Time ceases to exist. The only thing I know is him. How he fills me. Pushes me higher. Again and again.
“Quinn. Oh god, Quinn.” Each time I repeat his name I know what I feel for him is the truth. “There, that’s… that’s… Ah, Quinn.”
I shatter with a high keen of his name and grunting, he follows me into bliss. As we return to reality, he eases us back from the window, chuckles, then draws a heart in the steamy condensation we’d created.
Reaching out with shaking fingers I add his initials to the heart along with a plus sign and a wavery S.R. “There, that’s better.”
Carefully slipping from my body he encourages me to turn and face him. His kisses are gentle but no less stimulating than his fierce passion. Then he rests his forehead against mine. “I was going to wait to tell you. I don’t want to frighten you away. I love you. My kids love you, too. I don’t know how you feel about a ready-made family. I want us to try. We’ll wait for you as long as you need us to.”
I shift so I can point at the trails of condensation tracking down the window from the heart. “Doesn’t that tell you anything?”
He lifts one shoulder but there’s a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.
“How about if I do this?” He doesn’t let me go, only allows me to take another step toward the window. I add the initials E.M. and I.M. along with little plus signs and a few more hearts.
“Storm?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you that I’ve fallen for you, too. Fast and hard, probably when you bought me a whole slice of pie. Oh, I know that’s silly. It’s true though. Then when I met Emmerii and Isaac… my heart was totally lost to the three of you. The world moves so fast it’s difficult to keep up. Why shouldn’t love, when it’s real and meant to be, move just as quickly?”
“We can talk to the kids tomorrow. Although maybe we should slow down a little.”
“How so?” Now that we know each other’s hearts, I’m not so sure I want to take what feels like a backward step.
“You need a place to live. I want you in my house, sharing my bed, but that might be too fast for Emm. She remembers when her mother at least pretended to love her. And she’s too good at keeping her emotions under control.”
“She gets that from her father.”
“Yeah, she does. She sees a therapist and we’re working on dealing with her feelings. She’ll really need that after what Britany did.”
“You’re a good dad, knowing she needs some help that you can’t provide. So do you have a solution to my housing problem?”
“You can move into the casita by our pool. It’s furnished and has everything you’ll need. And you’ll be close…which I need. The kids can become accustomed to you being around without them feeling like you’re invading their home.”
It’s a good plan, I think. I’ll have to find a way to get to and from work. That’s a concern for another day. “We can ask them about the casita and go from there.”
He strokes his fingers over my cheeks, along my jawline. The fire’s building again low in my lady bits. “Quinn?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can we make love again? Maybe on the bed this time?”
He laughs and spins us in a tight circle. “Again and again, my love. Again and again.”