18. Quinn
18
QUINN
K issing Lance has opened the floodgates, and now, I can’t seem to get enough of him. Late at night, in the car before school, even on a few early afternoons when my brother won’t be home—I’m ready to jump his bones every chance I get.
And to my pure, unadulterated delight, Lance seems just as eager to be with me.
After a lifetime of pining for the silent, brooding man on the periphery of my life, I can’t believe he’s mine. And God, I’m loving every minute of it. Thankfully, Killian has made spending time with him easier than ever, because my behemoth of a bodyguard is basically my shadow throughout my everyday life.
He still scowls.
A lot.
Particularly when my guy friends say hi as we’re walking across campus. And I note the way Lance often places a possessive hand on the small of my back—as if he’s silently marking his territory. But I have to admit, I kind of like seeing this more possessive and fiercely protective side of him.
I always knew he had Killian’s back. And I’ve seen Lance in the aftermath of enough brawls—and heard enough stories about them—to know he’s an impressive fighter. But knowing that he’s the one keeping me safe makes me feel that much freer to return to my normal life.
And with two weeks’ worth of nightmare-free sleep under my belt, I feel like a new woman. Who knew Lance would be the big teddy bear dreamcatcher that would keep my attackers at bay both physically and in my subconscious?
I feel better than I have in my life. And yet, I can’t help but feel a bit guilty for being so happy. Because I know it’s hard on Lance to keep our relationship a secret. And as my professor drones on at the front of my pathophysiology class, I can tell it’s on my silent protector’s mind. He sits motionless beside me, his eyes flicking toward the door every few moments. But his scowl is deeper, the corners of his delectable lips curving down slightly. And I want to make it better.
“Remember, you have a quiz Monday,” Professor Lang says, snapping me back to the present, and I realize I’ve been thinking so hard about Lance that I didn’t hear the last five minutes of her lecture. Maybe Tina will let me borrow her notes to see what I missed.
The professor excuses us with her usual nod, and as she turns to her stack of papers, the students start to rise, collecting their books and backpacks and streaming toward the doors.
Lance rises as well, following me from the class with his typical silent swagger.
No one else casts him those sidelong glances anymore. Whether that’s because they’re too scared to get caught, they’ve decided he’s a massive nursing school student, or they actually flat-out asked and found out he’s here for my protection, my classmates simply part around him now, giving him—and me—plenty of space as we walk down the hall.
And though I know I have one more class before I’m done for the day, I keep my eye out for an opening. Then I grasp Lance’s hand and pull him into a dark classroom.
“Quinn,” he says, a word of warning entering his tone as he follows me inside. His eyes scan the vacant space, naturally looking for any threats, though I seriously doubt the Agostis would be stupid enough to try and take me in such a public space.
“Lance,” I tease back, mimicking his warning tone.
“What are you doing?”
“You looked miserable in pathophysiology, so I thought I’d cheer you up,” I say coyly, playfully reaching for his belt.
“You know why,” he insists, capturing my wrists and removing my hands from their dirty task. But he pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my waist to dampen any sting of rejection.
I do know why. It’s the same reason every time. And though we’ve talked about how to handle the situation on multiple occasions, I just don’t feel like the timing’s quite right.
Lance still wants to tell Killian straight out, but I think we need to ease him into it, find the right time. Probably after Killian’s had time to cool down about the Italians kidnapping me and the fighting isn’t making him work insane hours.
Because I know my brother. There’s not a chance in hell he’s going to take this news well. And I at least want him rested and well-fed to give Lance a chance of survival.
“We’ll tell him soon,” I insist. “He’s had a hard week.”
He really has. I know that tensions are escalating between him and Lucian since the Kings haven’t backed down. And I feel worse knowing that’s partially my fault. Before, they were just providing backup to the Sokolov sisters. Now, they’ve gone and exacted revenge for what Lucian’s men did to me.
And while it’s a relief to know that the men who hurt me are six feet under—I don’t like that Killian’s been coming home around midnight for the past week at least.
Lance sighs, his shoulders slumping. “I know. And I trust your judgment. We can wait if you think it’s best. But we need to be careful, Quinn,” he says, giving me a pointed look. “The last thing I want is for Killian to find out accidentally.”
“He won’t,” I insist. “Promise. Especially not here, on campus. He trusts me. He trusts you to take care of me. He won’t have any spies lurking about.” I flash Lance a daring smile and let my hands run down the ripple washboard abs he’s holding me firmly against. “Come on. Lighten up,” I murmur, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
And though he releases a low, rumbling growl, this time when I find his belt, he doesn’t stop me.
I’ve never been like this before. So hopped up on libido that I’m willing to be late to class. All so I can get a taste of his glorious cock. But there’s something so thrilling about having Lance all to myself. Of knowing that if I start something, he’ll finish it.
And while he’s still struggling with the guilt of keeping it from Killian, I hope that once we get past that last hurdle, he might even be the one to drag me into a room and ravish me of his own volition.
Pants undone, I pull them down over his hips and thighs as I kneel, and my mouth starts to water as soon as his cock springs free. He’s already rock-hard and eager for me, and I love that. It quells the last lingering doubts that rise in my chest every time I start to wonder how he feels about me. A product of having yearned for him in secret for so long, I think.
“Quinn,” he warns, and the deep bass of his voice sends a tremor through my body.
“Yes, Lance?” I breathe. Then I grasp the base of his swollen shaft and guide the weeping tip toward my open mouth.
He groans, his deep-blue eyes rolling into the back of his head as I wrap my lips around his mushroom tip. I lick the drop of salty precum there and press my thighs together as excitement dampens my panties.
“You want me to fuck you right here?” he rasps, his voice shifting into that delicious kind of husk that means there’s no turning back now.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum around his hard length, taking him all the way into my mouth.
He grunts, his fingers combing into my hair as he pulls it back from my face. Then he slowly guides his cock farther between my lips, seeing how much of him I can take. I’m still working on the gag reflex part. I have about as much experience in this part of my life as I do actual sex. But Lance is probably the sexiest teacher I’ll ever have. And I’m an eager student.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my hair as his cock hits the back of my throat.
I swallow convulsively, and he groans as I tighten around his thick tip. Then he slips in just a bit further. The heat in his eyes turns my blood molten, and I inhale through my nose as I work his length slowly in and out. I swirl my tongue around his tip.
“You’re getting so good at that,” he praises, running the back of his knuckles over my cheek. Then he takes my hair in his hand once more to extract himself from my mouth. “But you have a class to get to, and we’re not leaving until you come,” he murmurs.
Pulling me up to my feet, Lance spins me so fast, I yelp. Pressing my hands to the wall over my head, he faces me away from him. And he slides the soft fabric of my blue maxi dress up my hips until he finds the waistline of my panties.
He pulls them down to my knees in one swift motion. Then his foot finds the inside of mine as he spreads my legs. I gasp at the authoritative way he positions me, taking charge of the suddenly spicy situation.
“Don’t make a sound,” he breathes against my ear, his lips brushing my lobe before he takes it lightly between his teeth.
I bite my lips hard, swallowing the whimper that threatens to escape me as he bites down. And the now-familiar sound of a condom packet ripping makes my heart hammer.
Then his hard tip is at my entrance as one powerful hand finds my hip, and he slides inside me with one powerful thrust. I can’t help the lusty groan that rushes from my nose, and I lean my cheek against the wall, bracing myself as tingling bliss crackles up my spine.
I love it when he takes me like this—hard and unapologetic, like he just can’t get inside me fast enough. And while I know it has to be a quickie if I don’t want to miss the start of class, I have to admit, I really like it when Lance doesn’t hold back.
“You’re so damn irresistible ,” he groans beside my ear. “Why do you insist on driving me crazy?”
I love it when he talks dirty to me. Honestly, the bedroom might be where Lance speaks the most. And his voice is just so deep and manly and arousing. Swallowing down I moan as my walls tighten, I look back over my shoulder at the blue-eyed Adonis fucking me.
His lips come crashing down on mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth without waiting for permission. I squirm back against him with my hips, always wanting more of him even though he fills me up to the edge of what I can handle.
Snaking his free hand around my body, he finds my clit with his fingers. I cry out, and I’m grateful when he swallows the sound, sealing our lips together in a fierce kiss.
His pace is relentless, his powerful body all around me, overwhelming me, stimulating me as I breathe in his masculine scent. And already I’m on the brink of coming. Because giving him head wasn’t just fun. It was intensely exciting.
I can feel his cock stiffening, growing impossibly larger inside me as he nears his own release. And the thrill of knowing I can drive him to this point of frenzy launches me over the edge. I gasp as my climax washes through my veins, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to scream with pleasure.
Lance releases one low, carnal grunt, his hips shoving forward as he pins me against the wall. And then his cock starts to pulse in rhythm with my throbbing pussy.
Heat blossoms in my chest to feel him come at the same time as me. And my orgasm is so intense, I can feel my slick juices leaking out to coat my thighs.
We’re both breathing heavily as Lance breaks the kiss. And his eyes burn into mine with an insatiable lust. But for now, that will have to be enough. Leaning down, he slides my panties back up my thighs, and goose bumps rise in the wake of his fingertips. Then he lets my dress fall back around my hips as he steps back to remove his condom and tuck himself away.
“You’re wicked, Quinn King,” he breathes, capturing my jaw in his soft clutch. Then he kisses me to show me exactly what he means.