Chapter 18 Gray #2
Dark brown eyes met mine, and I increased my pace.
“Don’t stop looking,” I ordered as I pulled myself up from her, my good hand wrapping around the column of her throat.
“Wider,” I commanded, and her legs dropped from my hips as she opened them wider for me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged her as I picked up my pace.
“You better be fucking close,” I warned as I gritted my teeth, feeling my balls tighten.
“Don’t stop,” Quinn moaned as her hand clutched at my hand around her throat.
Letting her go, I pulled her up suddenly until she was almost in my lap as I pushed my body harder into her.
I felt her teeth bite into my shoulder, and pushing my hand between us, I pinched her clit as she cried out her release.
I felt her nails rake over my back as her pussy clamped down on me, squeezing me until I had no choice but to let go, thrusting into her a few more times before we both fell to the bed, spent.
“Shit,” I groaned as I reached down for the condom, pulling it off and knotting it.
“Tell me they left,” Quinn whispered as she lay beside me, her breathing still heavy.
“Fuck, I hope so.” I draped my arm over my eyes as I tried to control my own breathing.
“I can’t believe you kicked the bathroom door down,” she muttered.
“Next time, just open it,” I said as I yawned widely.
“We need to talk.”
“Yeah, we probably do.” I felt her move closer to me, and I lifted my arm, letting her slip under it as I curled my arm around her.
“In the morning?” she asked softly.
“Sure.”
* * *
I fell onto my back as I caught my breath. I heard her panting beside me, and I felt the smile creep onto my face.
“That was intense,” Quinn murmured as she moved on the bed, and I felt her fingertips run lightly over my arm.
“Hmm, I didn’t know you were that flexible,” I said as I tried to flex my hand. “Fuck, it’s never going to work right,” I muttered as I felt the stabbing pain in the back of my hand.
“You should be more careful,” Quinn chided as she reached out to touch it.
“You want to stop?” I asked as I turned my head to look at her and saw her already flushed face burn deeper.
“We maybe do need to get out of bed,” she said self-consciously. “It’s dark again outside.”
We hadn’t made it out of bed yet. I had ignored the calls and texts, as had Quinn. I had also ignored the conversation we had said we would have, but then Quinn hadn’t been pushing for it either.
“Never fucked you in the shower before,” I said as I turned onto my side and looked at her.
Quinn rolled her eyes and looked at me. “Hmm, I wonder why when you say it so sweetly?” she snarked as she turned her head away.
“What? You saying you don’t like the idea of me and you in the shower?”
“Stop it,” she said as she sat up. “I’m going to shower, you stay here. Or maybe let Jett know you haven’t killed me. Or me you.”
She stood from the bed and walked out of the bedroom, and after watching her ass before it disappeared, I lay back down.
I wasn’t entirely sure that us having sex all day was the best solution, but it beat talking about our shit.
And since Quinn was as eager as I to avoid the conversation, sex was a welcome distraction.
I thought back to last night and Ash’s face when he looked at me from her bedroom door.
I don’t know what my expression had told him, but he hadn’t looked like he was going to accept me and Quinn anytime soon.
Rubbing my hand over my eyes, I sat up and looked for my jeans.
When I located them, I fished my phone out of my pocket and read Jett’s messages.
There weren’t many — one asking if she was okay, one asking if we thought this was the best way to handle it, one telling me that Ash hadn’t come home and wasn’t answering his phone either, and a few more after that, all about Ash.
I had no texts from my cousin, and my thumb hovered over his name before I chickened out and dropped the phone beside me.
Was sleeping with her and having sex with her all day the best solution? I would say who were we hurting, but I was afraid the answer was our family . . . and ourselves.
It had been a long time since she and Ash were a couple, but a lot of the hurt to him was new. Pushing myself up, I groaned at the sharp jab of pain in my hand, and I studied it as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.
I’d definitely made it worse. When I punched Denzel last night, I had felt it move, and when I was with her last night and today, I had been content to ignore the warning pains in my hand.
Coach was going to kill me. The team was going to kill me.
Standing, I winced as I stretched, and I felt the burn in my thighs as I headed to the bathroom, a grin spreading across my face when I saw the full mug of tea on her coffee table and then the broken door to the bathroom.
Her back was to me as she showered, she was lathering shampoo into her hair, and as I leaned against the doorframe, I watched in fascination as soap suds ran down her smooth back, the curve of her spine accentuating her perfectly shaped ass.
She turned and faced me, her eyes closed as she tipped her head back to let the hot water wash away the shampoo.
Her arms raised above her head as her chest arched out, which was enough to encourage me to open the shower door.
Quinn’s eyes flew open as I pushed her backward, letting the water hit us both.
“You’re hijacking my shower,” Quinn accused me.
“I am,” I told her as I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around my dick. “What’s my reward?” I asked as I encouraged her to pump it.
“We’ll eventually get fed up with having sex and not talking,” Quinn warned me as she looked down at her hand and what it was now doing with no assistance from me.
“Okay,” I nodded as I enjoyed her ministrations, and my eyes closed in pleasure. They flew open seconds later when she wrapped her lips around me and looked up at me as she got comfy on her knees.
“Don’t get used to this,” she warned before she took me back into her mouth.
I did my best to remind myself that this was a false sense of safety. We weren’t solving anything or healing from our past as I thrust eagerly into her mouth. This was a temporary bandage on a fucked-up situation. I knew that. I accepted it.
Her tongue flicked over the head of my dick, and I grabbed her wet hair into my fist as I brought her closer to me, encouraging her to take more as I kept moving between her lips.
It’s only temporary, I reminded myself as I felt the stirring at the base of my dick.
Quinn looked up at me, her eyes wide as she sucked me down, and I hit the back of her throat.
Quickly, she drew away from me, and then she was sucking me back in.
Yeah, it was temporary, I knew that. I accepted it. This wasn’t the answer to my problems. Quinn’s hand wrapped around the base of my dick, and I was unraveling in the sensation of her mouth, her wrist action, and those chocolate brown eyes staring up at me.
With a hard thrust and a groan, I was emptying my balls into her willing mouth.
Fuck me, she was exquisite.
My head tipped back as I enjoyed the sensation of my release. I could still feel her tongue stroking slowly over me as she drew back, and then she let me go.
Reaching down, I helped her to her feet, and then she was in my arms, my head in the crook of her neck.
It was temporary, I reminded myself. I knew this. What I didn’t know was if I would be able to let her go.