14. Midnight Restlessness
Midnight Restlessness
Reid
I ’d been tossing on the air mattress for almost two hours before admitting defeat. Every shift of my weight produced a rubbery squeak that echoed in the sparse guest room. My shoulders ached from tension, and my thoughts wouldn’t quiet.
Quinn was sleeping in my bed.
Her staying with us made more sense than her finding somewhere else for a few weeks and having to drive every day. We needed her help with the camps, but knowing she was curled up in my sheets, her scent mingling with mine, was wreaking havoc on my ability to sleep.
But so was the air mattress.
Walter huffed from his dog bed in the corner, annoyed at my constant movement.
I swung my legs over the side of the mattress, wincing at the loud protest of rubber. Maybe the couch would be better. At the very least, it wouldn’t announce my every movement to the entire house.
Regardless, I needed to sleep. The past few days had been nuts with the kids’ camps starting, the influx of inquiries for lessons and cabins, and people randomly showing up. We hadn’t anticipated the latter, but luckily, Quinn had handled that like a pro for us.
And then today, we’d moved her stuff over to our house.
Walter didn’t even lift his head as I slipped out of the room, clearly unimpressed with my midnight restlessness. The hallway was quiet, and as I passed my bedroom door, I let my hand hover near the knob for a moment before I forced myself to keep walking.
I padded down the stairs, my plan simple: make a nest on the couch, find a boring documentary on TV, and finally get some sleep. What I hadn’t planned for was the soft glow coming from the kitchen.
Or the sight that greeted me when I rounded the corner.
Quinn stood with her back to me, reaching into the cabinet above the coffee maker. The light above the stove spilled across her form, illuminating miles of bare legs and the gentle curve where her pink tank top rode up, exposing a sliver of skin at her lower back.
My mouth went dry as I registered what she was, and wasn’t, wearing. Black underwear was the only thing covering her lower half. And what a glorious half it was.
If I turned around now, she wouldn’t even notice I’d been there.
Instead, I stood frozen, my eyes tracing the line of her spine, the delicate hollow behind her knee, the soft shadow where her thighs met. And her ass? Something awakened in me, a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
She turned, a glass in her hand, and our eyes met.
Her lips parted slightly in surprise, and my gaze dropped to her chest, where the thin fabric of her tank top did little to conceal the outline of her breasts or the hardened peaks of her nipples.
Heat rushed to my face as I jerked my eyes back up to hers.
“I’m sorry.” I took a step backward. “I didn’t… I should’ve… I’ll just…” My back hit the doorframe, and I fumbled to turn around.
Real smooth. Why was I so damned awkward?
“Reid.” Quinn’s voice was scratchy with sleep, and my cock shouldn’t have jumped at that, but it did.
“I couldn’t sleep and was coming down for the couch. I didn’t know you were…” My eyes raked over her. “I’ll go back upstairs.”
“Don’t.” The single word halted me more effectively than a physical barrier.
“I couldn’t sleep either.” Quinn put her glass on the counter and walked toward me. “Something about being in someone else’s bed makes my brain go into overdrive.”
The mention of her in my bed sent another wave of heat through me, this time settling low in my stomach. I swallowed hard. “Is that so?”
The kitchen light caught the gold flecks in her hazel eyes, making them shimmer with something unreadable. Her fingers brushed mine, a touch so light I might have imagined it if not for the trail of electricity it left on my skin. “The couch is too uncomfortable to sleep on.”
I glanced toward the living room, where the couch indeed looked woefully inadequate for my six-foot frame. “Better than that squeaky air mattress.”
Quinn bit her lip, considering something. “Your bed is big enough for both of us.”
I studied her face, looking for any sign of uncertainty or pity, but found only an open invitation in her eyes.
“Quinn.” Her name came out rougher than I intended. “Are you sure?”
“It’s just sleep, Reid.” She smiled, but something in her expression told me it wasn’t just anything. “Unless you’d prefer the couch’s lumbar punishment program.”
I cleared my throat. “I’ll grab us some water.”
Moving to the refrigerator gave me a moment to collect myself.
The thought of sharing a bed with Quinn sent electricity racing through my veins, a current of anticipation that had no business being there if this was truly “just sleep.” But after what I’d witnessed between her and Kellan, and knowing she’d been with Enzo as well, I wasn’t sure where I fit in this unfolding dynamic.
I retrieved two water bottles and then followed Quinn up the stairs. The gentle sway of her hips in those black underwear was hypnotic, and I wondered what it would be like to slip my fingers under them and feel her warm skin against my palms.
The thoughts were so vivid that I nearly stumbled on the top step.
Once in my room, I shut the door behind us. The sheets on my bed were rumpled on the side where Quinn had been lying, and seeing the physical evidence of her in my cock twitch.
She slid under the covers, and I put the water bottles on the nightstand before joining her. I held myself rigid, acutely aware of every inch of space between us.
“I’m glad I chose your room over the others.” Quinn turned onto her side to face me.
I mirrored her position. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” All three rooms were nearly identical, with Enzo’s being slightly larger.
“I like your view.” Her eyes flicked to the window, then back to me with unmistakable meaning. The reference to my vantage point during her encounter with Kellan was clear.
My pulse quickened. “The view is really nice when a woman is spread open on the side of the hot tub having her cunt eaten out.”
Her breath caught and her hand found mine on top of the covers, intertwining our fingers. “Did you like watching?”
“Yes.” The word hung between us, heavy with implication.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I tracked the movement. “And did you wish it was you instead of Kellan?”
I could lie. I could pull back. I could remind myself of all the reasons this would be a bad idea. But I couldn’t. I was past the point of no return.
I moved closer, eliminating the space between us until her breath was against my lips. “I wished it was me making you come, and my name on your lips.”
Quinn’s eyes darkened, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained. She made that noise again, that little catch in her breath that was quickly becoming my favorite sound, and then her mouth was on mine.
The kiss was nothing like I expected. There was no hesitation, no gentle exploration. She kissed like she was starving, and I was the feast she’d been denied. Her lips parted immediately, tongue seeking mine as her hand let go of my fingers to grip my shoulder, pulling me closer.
I slid one hand up to cradle her jaw as the other found her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her tank top. Our bodies aligned, and I felt the heat of her through the thin barrier of her underwear pressed against my boxers.
When we broke apart to breathe, Quinn’s eyes were glazed and her lips swollen. “We should probably talk about all of this.”
I knew she meant the situation with Kellan and Enzo, the undefined boundaries that were shifting between the four of us. But with Quinn’s body against mine, her tongue tracing my bottom lip, and her fingers threading through my hair, talking was the last thing on my mind.
“Later.” I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. “Right now, I have a much better use for my mouth.”
I guided her to straddle my chest. Her tank top had ridden up in our movements, exposing the soft curve of her stomach. My fingers traced a path along her sides, feeling goosebumps rise in their wake.
I looked up at her, my hands resting on her thighs briefly before I ran my thumbs along the insides of them.
She shivered at the touch as my fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear.
She lifted herself to help me slide them down, and then the fabric was gone, tossed somewhere in the darkness of my bedroom.
“Come here.” I palmed her ass and urged her forward until she was hovering above me, knees on either side of my head. I could smell her arousal, heady and sweet.
She gripped the headboard, her eyes half-lidded with anticipation.
Her breath hitched as I drew her down to my mouth, my tongue making a slow exploration of her center.
The taste of her flooded my senses, and it made my head spin.
I groaned against her, the vibration making her rock her hips forward.
“Fuck, Reid,” she breathed, one hand leaving the headboard to tangle in my hair.
I took my time, learning what made her thighs tremble and what drew those little catches in her breath that I’d already become addicted to. When I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue, her grip in my hair tightened.
“Just like that,” Quinn panted, beginning to move against my mouth with more purpose. “Please, don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I slid my hands up her sides, pushing her tank top higher until I could see her breasts. I cupped them, and her nipples were hard against my fingertips as I teased and rolled them, matching the rhythm of my tongue.
Quinn’s movements became more urgent, her hips rocking against my face with increasing desperation. Her thighs began to shake on either side of my head, her body tensing as she chased her release.
“Reid, I’m—” She broke off with a strangled moan as I intensified my efforts, sucking gently.
Her entire body went rigid, and she cried out as she came. I held her steady, not relenting until she collapsed forward against the headboard, gasping for breath.
“Come here.” I helped her back down my body until she was straddling my hips. I could feel the wetness of her against my stomach as she leaned down to kiss me hungrily.
“I want you inside me,” Quinn whispered against my lips, her hand sliding between us to palm me through my boxers. “Now.”
I reached for the nightstand drawer, fumbling for a condom. She helped me roll it on, her touch sending jolts of electricity through my system.
When she positioned herself above me, I gripped her hips, holding her still for a moment. “I’ve thought about you. Not just with me.”
Her eyes darkened with understanding. “Tell me.”
I guided her down slowly, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me, watching her lips part as I filled her completely. “I’ve imagined you with them. With Kellan and Enzo. Both of them.”
She began to move, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me gritting my teeth to maintain control. “And what am I doing in this fantasy of yours?”
My hands held her hips as I thrust up to meet her. “Taking them both,” I growled, watching her eyes widen. “Enzo inside you while Kellan fills your mouth. All of us watching you come apart between us.”
She moaned, her pace quickening.
I hadn’t been sure she’d want to hear more, but her response emboldened me to continue. “Sometimes I imagine watching them take turns with you. Sometimes it’s all of us at once, touching every part of you, making you come over and over.”
Her movements became erratic, her nails digging into my skin as she rode me harder. She was on the edge again, and I wanted to send her over.
“I want to watch.” I panted, thrusting up harder to meet her. “I want to watch you with them and watch them fill you with their cum, and then I want to claim you.”
Her head fell back as her body began to shake. “I’m going to?—”
I sat up, changing the angle and wrapping my arms around her.
One hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back gently to expose her throat to my lips.
“Come with me,” I demanded against her skin, feeling my own release building unstoppably.
“Come with me and show me how badly you want all of our cocks filling this perfect pussy.”
Her inner muscles clamped down around me as she cried out, her entire body trembling in my arms. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I buried my face against her neck, groaning her name.
We stayed locked together, panting against each other’s skin. Her hands cradled my face, tilting it up so she could press her forehead against mine.
“Do you really want…” She trailed off, seemingly unable to find the words.
I smiled against her neck, kissing her softly. “Yeah, I do.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
The question was, did Kellan and Enzo want that too?