Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Quinn
Itoss the pillow away from me and leap into his arms. “Oh, you big, wonderful jackass!” I pepper his face with kisses as I feel lighter than I have in days. “I can’t believe it. Is it really you?”
But instead of sharing my joy, Aven scrapes me off him and deposits me on the bed as he looks at me, bewildered. “Lass, are you even listening? I’ve lied to you. I pretended to be someone else, and I slept with you without your knowledge.”
I raise my hand and count the points on my fingers. “You were deceptive for good reason. I can only imagine you were trying to protect me from Desmond. And I didn’t care who was behind the green suit.”
He shakes his head, still unable to process my reaction. He moves to the bedside table and pulls a familiar book from the drawer.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were into smut. That’s a really good one.”
He looks from me to the book. “This is yours. I took it from your room the night I left the phone in there. That’s how I got the idea to chase you.”
His confusion clicks into place, and I realize what sort of reaction he expected.
“Aven . . . Clancy raped Charlotte’s twin sister when she was in a coma.
That’s why it was so hard for her to forgive him for his lies.
You haven’t done anything wrong. If anything, I’m relieved the indecision is finally over.
” I stand and step into him, and my tension relaxes when he doesn’t back away.
“Making the choice between the two of you was killing me, and now I don’t have to choose. ”
He licks his lips. “So . . . you aren’t going to tell me you never want to see me again?”
“On the contrary,” I say with a grin. “This was the best possible outcome. If anything, I’d like to see more of you.”
He takes my hands in his and gives them a squeeze. “If you ever want to see me, just open your bonnie eyes, lass. I won’t leave your side again.”
His warm hands cup my face and draw me in for a kiss. The world tilts on its axis as two fantasies meld into one incredible moment. Things I valued in two men have combined within one incredible man that I don’t want to say goodbye to at the end of this retreat.
“Whatever this is between us . . . it’s real, isn’t it?” I whisper against his lips. “I’m not just imagining it or writing stories in my head?”
“Aye, lass. It’s real.” He squeezes my hands and places a kiss on my forehead. “For better or worse, I’ve fallen for you completely. I fought it at every turn until I couldn’t anymore.”
I laugh when I remember that first meeting with Green Guy and how nervous he was. “You really did try your best to be a good boy.”
He lowers his mouth to my neck and gives it a nip.
“I like it when you’re bad, though,” I say. “Go a little lower.”
His tongue cuts a path through goosebumps on my skin, and he squeezes the swell of my breast. “How low?”
With a smirk, I push the top of his head until he’s on his knees. “About there should do it.”
He reaches up and lowers my shorts, painting my thighs with more of those kisses as he works his way between my legs. His finger snakes beneath my panties and slides through my slit.
“I love what a mess you are, lass. So fucking wet.” He puts his finger into his mouth and sucks it clean with a low growl. “Fuck, that’s good.”
I brace my back against the wall and step out of my shorts. My fingers run through his dark hair, pulling him closer to that needy part of me. I raise my leg and place it over his shoulder as he slides my panties to the side.
His tongue hits my clit, and I’m so hot down there that his mouth almost feels cold.
The temperature difference makes every pass of his tongue more pronounced, and my toes curl as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
This feels incredible. It’s less about rushing my orgasm and more about making me feel good.
And it’s working. The slow tempo of each hungry lick of his tongue, each thirsty slurp of my sweetness—he’s delaying my pleasure in the most delicious way.
With deliberate care, he eases two thick fingers inside me. They press against that hidden place each time he curls them forward. His lips wrap around my clit with gentle suction, and my legs nearly give out.
“Let’s get you to the bed, lass.” He stands and lifts me into his powerful arms, then deposits me on the mattress. My panties fall away as he drags them off and tosses them to the side of the bed. “Won’t be needing these.”
When his mouth drops to my pussy again, I tip my head back and sigh. Most men get down there and just start slobbering away, licking everything but what they’re supposed to. Not Aven. His tongue finds my clit with every gentle pass, and his fingers keep massaging, coaxing me closer to pleasure.
The orgasm creeps so slowly that I don’t realize it’s happening. Warmth builds in my stomach. Instead of being slammed by hot, crashing waves, I’m bathed in them.
“Aven, I’m coming,” I whisper.
My thighs quiver, and I grip the comforter as my teeth clamp together. I’m grateful for the steady pressure he keeps inside me while continuing to bathe the sensitive nub with gentle attention. The whisper of an orgasm grows to a shout, and I moan through each pulse of pleasure rushing through me.
Finally, I quiet, absolutely exhausted despite only lying here and getting eaten.
“I’ll never tire of that sound,” he says as he wipes his chin and smirks up at me. “Let’s have another go, lass.”
While I’d love nothing more than to lie here while he gives me orgasm after orgasm, I should really be thinking about work. I’ve all but abandoned my streaming services in favor of fulfilling my own fantasies, but when this retreat ends, I’ll still have bills to pay.
I pat the bed beside me. “Let’s have a chat instead.”
“Ach, I never was much good at talking, but I guess I’ll need to learn.” He shuffles up the bed and lies beside me. “What would you like to chat about, lass?”
When he’s reclined against the pillows, I pull a blanket over my bare lap and rest my head on his chest. Despite his cool demeanor, his heart hammers like a woodpecker against my ear.
“This . . . whatever this is—”
“Relationship,” he says.
I settle against him with a smile. “This relationship . . . Is it something you’d want to explore outside of the retreat?”
“Outside the retreat, inside the retreat—so long as I’m exploring you, I can’t be bothered with the location.”
“Aven, I’m serious.” I smack his chest, which earns a light chuckle from him. “I haven’t been in a committed relationship since I tried college. Once I realized being a cam girl was my calling, I seemed to only attract men who wanted me to give it up.”
“Ah, I see. You’re worried I might want you to abandon your job so I can keep you barefoot and pregnant.”
“Maybe not that.”
“Or that I might be a little too possessive of you, which would make your job more difficult.”
Yeah, that one.
His hand searches for mine, and I slide it into his. He gives it a squeeze. “I’ll not do anything of the sort, lass. I’m possessive as they come, that much is true, but if being a cam girl is your dream, I’ll support it.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say it was my dream.”
“What would you say was your dream, then?”
I nibble my lip and sit up. “Promise you won’t laugh?”
“No.”
With a roll of my eyes, I reach across him and grab the book from the nightstand. “This. This is my dream.”
His eyebrow rises. “You want me to rape your comatose sister? No thanks, pal. I cannae be party to that fantasy. I’ll murder whoever you please, but I draw the line at raping, even for you.”
“No, you idiot. I want to be a writer.” I lower the book.
“Well . . . wanted to be a writer. It only took one professor in college to tell me to keep my day job. I shelved the dream and decided to go into teaching, which was out as soon as I realized flashing my snatch earns more money than educating young minds.”
Aven sighs and pulls me against his chest again. “I know a little about shelved dreams myself.” He grows quiet for a long time, but then he finally says, “I guess it’s time you heard the tale of the Edinburgh Dragon.”