8. Quinn
Chapter 8
Quinn
I avert my gaze, not wanting to see Lottie’s expression as she absorbs what I’ve told her.
“Look at me, Quinn.”
I grit my teeth. Pity is the last thing I need, especially from this woman who’s captured a part of me I thought no one ever could. I don’t want to be the reason her smile falters.
“Please, look at me.”
Sighing, I turn my head to see her face in the dim light. Instead of seeing the pity I expect, I see compassion and… love.
In that second, I break. My walls crumble at the feet of this incredible woman, and I mourn for the child who was never a child, and for all the years I felt alone.I mourn for Aiden and all the kids like him. I’ve always ensured I didn’t get emotionally involved, but a woman with sunshine in her soul and a little boy with nightmares in his eyes crashed through my defenses. They called to parts of me I thought were dead. I never stood a chance.
Lottie gathers me close, wrapping herself around me as the first tear falls. I’m thirty-two years old, and this is the first time anyone has hugged me, ever touched me in a non-sexual or non-violent way, offering comfort for comfort’s sake. Pure. Unselfish. Nothing demanded in return.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t dwell on my past anymore,” I murmur, embarrassed at my lapse.
Lottie cups my face, kissing the wetness from my cheeks. “We carry our past with us, Quinn. The good bits and the bad. The hard part is making peace with it.”
I laugh harshly. “I’m the big, bad sheriff. I’m not supposed to cry.”
“Bullshit. I don’t want to hear that toxic crap,” she snaps, and I almost laugh at her flash of temper. My woman is a firecracker beneath those angelic smiles. “True strength includes the ability to be vulnerable. It shows you’re in touch with your feelings. You never have to be afraid to show them in front of me, Quinn.” She pauses, smoothing my sweaty hair back from my forehead. “I’m sorry you never had anyone to love you. To hold you and tell you how important you were. But you do now… if you’ll let me.”
Lottie has just seen me at my most vulnerable, yet I feel more of a man in her eyes, in her arms, than I ever have.
I push my hand through her hair, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. “Thank you,” I murmur against her lips.
She nuzzles her nose against mine. “Back at ya, Sheriff. Thank you for being there for Aiden. For me.”
“Wouldn’t be anywhere else, sweetheart.” My thumb traces circles on the sensitive skin behind her ear, raising goosebumps across her shoulder.
Snagging my hand, she moves to the edge of the bed, tugging me with her. “Come with me, big guy.”
I frown. “Where are we going?”
“Not far.” She smirks as she leads me to the adjoining bathroom, reaching into the shower cubicle to turn on the shower.
I raise a questioning eyebrow. “Is this a not-so-subtle hint that I smell bad?”
Laughter bubbles out of her. “No. You always smell amazing. Like cedarwood and big, bad manly musk.” She steps under the spray and holds out her hand. “Come here. Let me take care of you. You’ve been carrying so much.”
I take her small hand and step under the hot spray. The bathroom fills with steam as the water cascades over us, cocooning us in an intimate, misty world. Lottie gently pours shampoo into her palm, rubbing it between her hands to create a lather.
“Bend down a little,” she urges.
I do as she says, and she raises on her toes to reach my head. Her touch is firm as she massages the shampoo into my hair. I close my eyes with a groan, leaning into the soothing sensation of her fingers working through the strands. Guiding me under the spray, she rinses my hair clean, her expression is focused yet tender, her movements deliberate and caring.
“Relax, Quinn. I've got you,” Lottie murmurs, the water a comforting rhythm around us.
I exhale heavily as if releasing a weight I’ve been carrying on my shoulders. Lottie's hands move down my neck and shoulders, massaging my muscles so the stress melts away with each stroke. She takes a sponge and moves behind me, gently tracing it over my back, ass, and thighs, cleansing away the day's tension.
Her touch is a balm to my lonely soul, and her presence is a reminder that I’m no longer alone in facing life's challenges.
I turn to face her, my heated gaze running over her naked form and drinking in her abundant curves. My cock gets hard so quickly that I’m almost lightheaded from the loss of blood to my brain. She reminds me of the actresses from the 1960s who epitomized feminine beauty and sensuality. Wide hips, rounded stomach, luscious ass, and truly magnificent tits. I’ve never seen anything so lovely on the damn planet.
“Quinn?”
Her soft voice pulls me from my trance.
“Are you okay? You’re staring at me.” She raises a hand to her nose. “Do I have a booger or something?”
I chuckle and pull her close, sliding my hands over her supple curves. “I’m fine. I just forget to look anywhere else when you’re around.”
Pink stains her cheeks as she bites her lip. “Have you… Have you ever felt this way before?”
I shake my head. “Never. You?”
Lottie’s eyes reflect a rare vulnerability as she whispers, “Not even close.”
She’s a mix of soft and strong. Uncertain yet so fierce. She calls to a tenderness within me I didn’t know I possessed. Anything this woman wants, I’ll give her.
I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, spearing my tongue past her lips into the sweet warmth of her mouth. I press her against me, combing my hands through her hair, and kiss her as if my life depends on it. It’s easily the most erotic moment of my adult life… until Lottie breaks our kiss and sinks to her knees.
My cock almost pokes her in the eye as she lowers herself. She takes me in her hand, pulling my shaft down like a lever until it’s level with her plump mouth. She licks her lips, her breath hot against my skin, and I almost spill before I’m inside her… again.
Amber eyes peer up at me. “Tell me what to do. Tell me what you like.”
I reach down, brushing my knuckles across her satiny cheek. “I like whatever you do, Sunshine.”
Her mouth quirks in a smile before she wraps it around the head of my cock… and I’m dying. The tingle at the base of my spine expands, and my knees almost buckle. I close my eyes, tilt my face to the ceiling, and simply feel .
Her hand gripping the base of my cock.
Her tongue circling the head.
The light kiss she presses to the tip as her knuckles brush my balls.
The wet swathe of her hair around her shoulders, her rosy nipples as they harden, and the warm honey of her eyes as they hold mine.
“Ah, fuck,” I grunt, dropping my head to lock eyes with her.
Her cheeks hollow as she takes me deeper. She can’t take all of me, but she’s giving it a damn good try.
Jesus, nothing has ever felt this obscenely good. I grit my teeth, reciting multiplication tables in my head so I don’t cum down her throat.
“You look so fucking perfect with my cock in your mouth,” I say hoarsely, “but I won’t finish until that tight cunt is quivering and you’ve cum all over me.”
Lottie’s eyes widen at my bluntness, and she squeezes her thighs together. My woman likes my dirty talk.
She releases me with a wet pop, an erotic sound that I’ll take to my deathbed. I haul her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I press her against the tiled wall.
“Are you sore?” I ask, the tip of my cock poised at her entrance.
“A little. But don’t stop. I need you. Need this.”
“Need you too, Sunshine. So fucking much.”
I press my hips forward slowly, giving her a few inches before pulling back and flexing forward again. She moans and tightens around me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I sink inside her to the hilt with my next thrust.
I pause, holding still. “Okay, sweetheart?”
She nods. “Yes. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, not until you come all over my cock.”
“You realize that…”
Thrust.
“… less than one in five women…”
Thrust.
“…orgasm from…”
“…oh, god… penetration?” she huffs, her body shifting up the tiled wall with each snap of my hips.
“Then I guess… ah, fuck—” I curse as she clenches around me “—I’d better make sure you’re one of those five.”
I slide a hand between us to where her pussy lips are spread wide around my cock, homing in on her slippery clit.
Lottie bucks and whimpers as I circle her little button. “Quinn! Oh, god!”
I want to fuck her harder, deeper, but I refuse to make her even more sore than she already is. We have plenty of time for the rough fucking I know we’ll both love.
With an arm looped around her back, I glide her up and down on my cock. Her tits bounce against my chest, her hard nipples dragging over my skin. There’s nothing else like this, her warm, wet cunt wrapped around me, her heels digging into my ass, her needy, swollen clit beneath my fingers.
“Need you to come for me, Sunshine. Need to feel that tight pussy gripping my cock.”
I slow my pace, increasing the pressure of my fingers, circling her bud until her juices mix with the shower water.
“Give it to me, Lottie. Wanna watch you come like you watched me earlier.”
“Quinn!” Her back arches, her hips buck, and with surprised cry, she breaks apart.
I groan low in my throat as she rides her orgasm, using my cock and my fingers to get her off. Finally, she slumps against me, her head on my shoulder, pressing kisses against my throat.
My cock throbs inside her cunt, which still flutters with the aftershocks of her climax. “I need to finish, sweetheart, and I don’t want to hurt you. Can you stand?”
She tangles her fingers in my hair, shaking her head. “Finish inside me.”
“Fuck, Lottie,” I groan.
Her mouth finds mine, and she nips my lower lip. “Come inside me, Quinn. Fill me up.”
Her words send more blood rushing to my cock, still buried in her tight heat, making it impossibly hard. Pulling out, I slam back inside her, gripping her hips to drive her up and down my shaft. My spine tingles, and my balls draw up as I fall over the edge, coming deep, throbbing against her slick walls.
My legs give out, and I lower us to the floor, my cock still twitching inside her cunt. I rub my face against her neck as I breathe her in.
“Fuck, did I hurt you?” I ask, smoothing her wet hair back from her face.
“A little.” She wiggles her hips and gives me a sated smile. “But I liked it. Can we go again?”
I shiver at the desire in her tone, and my cock hardens inside her. A deep chuckle erupts from my chest. “Damn, woman, you’ve just achieved the impossible.”
“Quinn,” Lottie mewls in protest as I disengage from her and help her to her feet.
“You’re too sore to take me again tonight. Come on, Sunshine. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
Lottie grabs fluffy towels while I turn off the shower, and I take my time drying every inch of her. She flinches a little as I press the towel between her legs, and I know I made the right choice even though my cock is demanding more.
Her eyelids are drooping by the time I’ve toweled the worst of the wetness from her hair. She nuzzles into me as I lift and carry her to bed, tucking us under the covers.
“Sleep now,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she cuddles into me. After a few minutes, her breathing evens out as she sinks into sleep.
We both said something about not looking beyond tonight, but fuck that. Now I’ve tasted her sunshine and been inside her, I’m not letting her go.