35. Lance
35
LANCE
I ’m speechless. My heart’s pounding against my ribs so furiously, I think it might explode. And I’m starting to wonder if I’m not trapped in some kind of erotic dream. If I am, I never want to wake up, because the words coming out of Quinn’s mouth are so incredibly romantic, they could make my heart break.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman. But I would serve ten life sentences in the darkest pits of hell if that’s what it took to have one lifetime with her. And when she’s looking at me with those big green eyes, I can’t imagine refusing her anything she wants.
Selfishly, I also feel an intense need to come inside her.
To mark her in a way no man ever will again.
I want to pour my seed into her glorious depths and tie us together with an unbreakable bond.
So if Quinn says that’s what she wants, too, I’m done waiting. It doesn’t matter when Killian finds out. Because I’m going to marry this woman. As soon as she’ll allow it.
Kissing her fiercely, I make my decision. Then I reach around her to turn off the shower, and I cradle her against my chest as I carry her into the bedroom.
“Lance, what are you doing?” she giggles, goose bumps erupting across her bare, glistening flesh.
“I’m going to come inside of you as many times as you want,” I growl, my cock throbbing and my balls tightening as I put my thoughts to words.
Quinn gasps, pulling back from me just enough to really read my expression. “You’re serious?”
“As the clap.”
“Don’t make STD jokes while you’re still buried inside me,” she scolds, but I know she thinks I’m funny by the way her lips twitch with the effort to keep a straight face.
“As you wish,” I murmur, falling onto the bed with her.
And Quinn releases a lusty groan as my cock presses deep inside her.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” I check one last time.
“Yes,” she breathes, her green eyes dilating until they’re practically black.
Heat radiates through my core, as I cage her slight frame between my arms and start to rock into her depths once more. Quinn gasps, her fingers pressing into the muscles of my back as she urges me deeper. And I oblige, rolling my hips so I grind against her clit with each penetrating thrust.
She feels sinfully good as her wet heat ripples around me, tightening every time I find her G-spot with my throbbing tip. And when I claim her lips, she kisses me with a desire that sends tingling sensations racing down my spine.
Her soft, full breasts bounce, her hard nipples brushing across my pecs, and my abs flex as that familiar sense of tension starts to build at the base of my spine.
I’ve never come inside a woman without protection before. And the thought of doing so with Quinn is agonizingly exciting. My cock’s so swollen with arousal, I can feel every detail of her perfect hole, and she takes me so perfectly inside her, she’s like the keyhole to my lock.
“God, I love you, Quinn,” I growl.
I think I’ve said that more in the past few days than I have in the entirety of my life. And yet it still doesn’t feel like I’ve said it enough. Because my heart is filled to overflowing, my body so full of passion for this woman I think I might cease to exist if she weren’t here with me.
“I love you too, Lance,” she whimpers, her thighs trembling as she wobbles dangerously along the edge of climax.
“Come with me, beautiful,” I command, sliding in and out of her again and again, setting each of my nerve endings on fire.
“I’m coming,” she gasps against my lips.
And a moment later, I feel her clench around me. Her walls tighten begging me to stay inside her as I release my load. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as that tension at the base of my spine snaps. And I thrust deep into her depths as I flood her glorious channel.
Quinn’s pussy ripples around my length, urging every last drop from me. And I release burst after burst of hot cum inside her, filling her up and mingling with her own release until it’s dripping out around my base.
We pant together, the oxygen ripping in and out of my lungs as I revel in what is easily the best sex of my life. And I stay buried deep inside of Quinn, urging my cum deeper into her depths as I slowly rock on top of her.
“That,” she gasps. “Was. Amazing.”
I hum deep in my throat, leaning in to press a kiss to the curve of her neck. She shivers beneath me, her fingers pressing into my skin as she silently responds with enthusiasm. A lingering aftershock throbs down my length, making my cock twitch despite the fact that my balls are completely empty.
And only after our breathing has returned to normal do I ease gently out of Quinn. Then I collapse onto the bed beside her.
Sighing contentedly, Quinn rolls toward me, snuggling close to my side as she rests her cheek on my shoulder, her leg across my thighs. With one arm around her back, the other grasping her hip, I hold her close.
This is a happiness I never knew I was missing out on. But now that I have it, I want to hold onto it with all that I have. And as a deep contentment seeps into my bones, I feel a heavy exhaustion settle over me like a blanket.
I don’t recall the last time I slept. I think it was days ago. And I make a mental note that I need to wake up early to slip back into my room in the morning. Because there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to leave Quinn alone tonight.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Killian’s livid tone jolts me from my sleep, and as my eyes snap open, Quinn’s room comes starkly into focus. As does the sunlight filtering in through the window, confirming that I slept well past the time I should have snuck out.
And my traitorous cock twitches as Quinn’s silky skin slides across mine as she groggily sits up, blinking her heavy eyelids. Then she gasps, gathering the sheets around her naked body as her spine goes rigid.
“Killian,” she says, dread lacing her tone as reality hits her moments after it hits me.
“What the hell are you doing in my sister’s bed?” he snarls, keeping his eyes well-trained and away from Quinn as he glares at me.
And I know from the deadly look in his gaze that I am well and thoroughly screwed.
“Killian, please, I can explain,” Quinn says, attempting to intercept her brother’s line of sight.
“No need,” he growls, stooping to pick up my pants from yesterday and flinging them in my face. “Get dressed. I want you to leave and never come back.”
“Killian!” Quinn objects.
But I know better than to argue. He’s so furious right now. And I don’t blame him. This is the worst possible way—and time—he could have found out. I can’t believe I was so reckless, and my chest tightens as I realize what a grave mistake I’ve made. I didn’t just screw things up with my best friend. I made it so he’ll try to root me out of Quinn’s life as well.
“I trusted you,” he says blackly, his expression murderous as I come to a stand before him. “I asked you to protect one of the women who matters most to me in the world, and you went ahead and fucked her while I was too busy and weighed down to notice. How long has this been going on?”
Lifting my hands slowly, palms out, I show him I don’t want to fight, and I swallow the knot in my throat before I try to answer him. From the corner of my eye, I see Quinn shaking her head, silently telling me not to answer the question. But I can’t do that. I’ve already destroyed my relationship of trust. If I have a prayer of salvaging my friendship with Killian, I need to be honest.
“About a month,” I rasp.
“Are you serious!” Killian bellows, reaching behind his back and drawing the gun tucked into his belt. “If you don’t leave right now, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes without hesitation,” he states, his voice suddenly calm and flat—deadly.
“Killian, no, please,” Quinn begs, scrambling to put her body between us. “Be reasonable. This is Lance, for Christ’s sake. He’s your best friend!”
He reaches out to snatch her wrist that’s not holding the sheets up around her body, and he yanks her out from between us, dragging her away from me. I bristle instinctively at his unnecessary roughness. I know he’s mad, but he has no right to touch Quinn like that, and my hackles rise as I scowl.
“You got something to say?” Killian asks, aiming the gun more pointedly at my head.
Quinn looks around his shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes wide with fear, and I would give anything to fix that. But I don’t know how I’m supposed to do so without hurting Killian. And that would hurt Quinn too.
“Please, Lance. Just…just go,” she whispers, her voice quavering as her chin trembles. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Like hell you will,” he growls. “You’re never leaving this house again. And you, traitor,” he snarls, herding me toward the door with his gun. “If you ever set foot on this property again, I’ll kill you. You hear me?”
How did my world get so completely flipped on its head in a matter of seconds?
I back toward the door, following Quinn’s wishes, but every bone in my body screams for me to stay. To work this out.
I just don’t know how. And I won’t be able to fix anything if I’m dead. I’ve never believed Killian would shoot me before. I never dreamed anything could drive a wedge between us. I’ve been by his side since the day his parents picked me up off the street. And yet, I’m the one who obliterated our friendship.
I knew he would be pissed about Quinn.
I knew I should have said something.
But it never felt like the right time.
And now it’s too late.
Heart in my feet, I turn and leave. My boots feel like lead weights, each step heavier than the last. And guilt gnaws me from the inside at just how poorly I handled that. Because now I haven’t just lost my best friend, my brother in everything but blood.
I might never see the woman I love again.
And it’s entirely my fault.