35. Xander
Xander
I WANT HER
My skin is crawling.
She’s still upstairs, and I haven’t touched her in over an hour.
“Good morning!”
My gaze snaps to the kitchen entrance, expecting to see Quinn following Jordyn in.
When she doesn’t, I ball my fist.
Cash immediately pulls Jordyn into his arms, grasping her chin and kissing her, before he murmurs something that makes her smile softly. It’s a sweet side of my brother that I enjoy seeing. Cash needed someone to teach him how to be gentle at times.
Jordyn turns to look at the rest of us while Cash makes her a cup of coffee.
“Morning, bombshell. I have some pancakes coming up for you,” Beckett says, grinning at her.
“Thanks, Lassie,” she answers with a matching grin, then glances up at me, studying me for a second before she speaks. “I think Quinn is taking a shower, and then she said she’ll be down.”
Is it that obvious that I’m having withdrawals from Quinn?
I nod and set my mug on the counter, then stride out of the room without saying a word. If my girl is going to take a shower, I’m going to take one too. With my dick inside her the entire time.