33. Jarron
33
JARRON
I slam the door behind us, the sound of it echoing in the cramped room. "Why did it have to be you?" I ask, my voice low and rough. My fingers are already working on the buttons of her shirt. "Why couldn't you just be some random girl I met at a bar?"
Quinn's hands are equally frantic, pulling at my belt with a kind of desperation that mirrors my own. "Maybe because fate has a twisted sense of humor," she says, her voice breathless but tinged with that familiar sarcasm.
"Fate's a bitch," I mutter, yanking her shirt off and tossing it aside. My eyes drink in the sight of her, every inch of exposed skin making my blood run hotter.
Her fingers find their way under my shirt, pushing it up and over my head. "You were an ass for so long," she accuses, but there's no real venom in her words—only heat.
"I had to be," I admit, pulling her closer. "I knew there was something about you from the moment I saw you." Her skin is warm under my hands, smooth and soft and everything I've been trying to avoid.
She laughs, short and sharp. "Something? Try everything." Her hands move lower, unbuttoning my jeans with a deftness that sends a shiver down my spine.
I groan, pressing her against the wall. "Now I've got to fight for you between my brothers." The word feels strange on my tongue; Austen, Lyle and Beau are more than bandmates—they're family. But right now, they're competition.
Quinn looks up at me, her eyes blazing with determination. "Then I suppose you better put your bid in," she challenges, slipping out of her jeans with an ease that makes me ache to touch her more.
"You're not making this any easier," I growl, lifting her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel the heat of her through our remaining clothes.
"Wasn't planning on it," she shoots back, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if she's afraid I'll disappear.
My hands roam over her body, finding every curve and dip as if I'm memorizing a map. "Goddamn it, Quinn," I murmur against her lips. "Why do you have to be so...you?"
She pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes. "Because 'me' might be just what you need," she says simply.
I can't argue with that. Not when she's here in my arms, fitting so perfectly against me.
I slide my hands up Quinn's back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her bra clasps give way under my practiced touch, and I peel it off her, exposing her breasts. I take a moment to appreciate the sight, then lean in to kiss each one, savoring the softness of her skin.
"You're staring," she teases, but there's a hitch in her breath that tells me she likes it.
"Can't help it," I murmured against her breast, my lips grazing her nipple. "You're so damn beautiful."
She arches into me, a small moan escaping her lips as I suck gently on one nipple, then the other. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if she needs me as much as I need her.
"Jarron," she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver down my spine.
I move lower, kissing a trail down her stomach, feeling the tension in her muscles as I go. My hands find the waistband of her underwear and I hook my fingers under it, pulling them down slowly. She lifts her hips to help me, and soon they're discarded on the floor with the rest of our clothes.
"You're taking your time," she says, a playful edge to her voice.
I look up at her from between her thighs, a grin spreading across my face. "Good things come to those who wait."
Before she can respond, I lower my head and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She gasps, and I feel a rush of satisfaction at knowing I'm the one making her feel this way. My tongue traces a path up to where she's wet and ready for me.
"Oh God," she breathes out as I finally reach my destination. My tongue flicks over her clit gently at first, testing the waters before diving in deeper.
Her hands grip the sheets beside us, knuckles white with tension. "Jarron..."
I respond by increasing my pace, my tongue working in tandem with my fingers as they slip inside her. She's tight and hot around me, and I can feel every twitch and clench as she gets closer to the edge.
She bucks against me, her breathing ragged. "Don't stop," she begs, and there's no way in hell I'm going to.
Her moans grow louder, filling the room with sounds that drive me wild.
“Jarron, I’m about to come,” Quinn breathes out, her voice trembling with the intensity of the moment.
I stop abruptly, lifting my head to meet her wide, questioning eyes. “Not yet,” I tell her, my voice a low growl. “The only way you’re going to come is on my dick.”
I push myself up, the loss of her warmth almost painful as I yank off my boxers and grab a condom from the nightstand. She watches me with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, her chest heaving.
“You’re killing me here,” she mutters, but there’s a spark in her eyes that tells me she’s just as eager for what’s coming next.
“Patience Dupree,” I reply with a smirk, rolling the condom on with practiced ease.
“Yeah? Well, hurry up,” she snaps back, but there’s no heat in her words—only need.
I position myself between her legs, guiding myself to her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready for me that it takes all my self-control not to just slam into her. Instead, I take it slow at first, savoring the feel of her tightness as I push inside.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Jarron…”
I can’t hold back any longer. I withdraw, then with one swift thrust, I bury myself fully inside her. The sound she makes is pure ecstasy and it drives me wild.
I start moving then, each thrust harder and faster than the last. She meets me thrust for thrust, matching my intensity with a fervor that leaves us both gasping for breath.
“Fuck, Quinn,” I groan out as I feel her walls clenching around me. “You feel so damn good.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, her nails digging into my back. “Please… don’t stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, driving into her harder. Every thrust sends shockwaves through my body and judging by her cries and moans, she’s feeling it too.
Her legs wrap around my waist tighter and she arches up to meet me halfway. “Jarron… oh God… right there…” Her voice is breathless and urgent.
I adjust my angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over again. Her moans turn into screams of pleasure and I know she’s close.
I feel Quinn tighten around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She’s so close, and it drives me wild. I pick up the pace, my hips slamming into hers with renewed intensity. “All I know is they better bring their A-game,” I growl, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “because now that I’ve had a taste of this sweet pussy, the boys don’t stand a chance.”
Quinn’s response is a high-pitched moan that sends shivers down my spine. Her body convulses around me as she reaches her climax, and the sight and feel of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. I follow her, groaning as I spill into the condom.
For a moment, we just lay there, breathing heavily and trying to catch our breath. But then Quinn’s eyes widen in realization. “Shit! The guys will be back any second.”
“Damn it,” I mutter, pulling out of her and tossing the used condom into the trash. We scramble to get our clothes back on, hands fumbling with buttons and zippers in our haste.
Quinn manages to pull on her jeans and shirt just as we hear footsteps and banter outside the bus. She shoots me a panicked look before darting to her bunk, diving in and grabbing her phone to pretend she’s been texting the whole time.
I’m still fastening my belt when the door swings open and Beau walks in, followed closely by Austen and Lyle.
“Hey, what’s up?” Beau asks, raising an eyebrow at my disheveled appearance.
“Nothing much,” I reply, trying to sound casual as I finish buckling my belt. “Just… chilling.”
Austen glances over at Quinn’s bunk and smirks. “I see your little pow-wow was a success. Just how did you get through to him Quinny?”
Quinn looks up from her phone with an innocent expression that almost fools me. “Sometimes you just need someone to spell it out that you're being ridiculous, didn't take much.” she says sweetly.
Lyle chuckles and shakes his head. “I see.”
I feel a flush creep up my neck but try to play it cool. “Where did you guys go?”
Beau looks between us suspiciously but doesn’t press further. Instead, he plops down on the couch with a sigh. “To fetch your tampons that Quinn suggested. They're in the bag on the table.”
Quinn relaxes slightly but keeps her focus on her phone. She’s good at this—pretending like nothing happened while every nerve in my body still buzzes from what we just did.
Austen flops down next to Beau, eyeing me with curiosity. “So what’s next on the agenda? More practice?”
“Nah,” Lyle chimes in from across the room. “We’ve got a few hours before we need to be anywhere.”
“Great,” Austen says with a grin. “Time for some R&R.”
As they settle into their own conversations, I glance over at Quinn one last time. She catches my eye and gives me a small smile that makes my heart skip a beat.
“Yeah,” I say under my breath, more to myself than anyone else. “R&R sounds good.”