Chapter 16
S he may have, ummm, gone too far last night when she booped him on the nose, but in her defense, she was still pretty pissed about Blackwood Manor. That was her baby and the large bastard glaring at her from across the kitchen table had absolutely no business-
Definitely went too far, Dylan realized when that muscle in his jaw began throbbing triple time, something that it hadn’t done since she decided that it was a good idea to-
It didn’t matter what she decided to do or how many police officers showed up or even that the National Guard had been called, what mattered was that the FBI realized their mistake and released Quinn as soon as their parents explained everything.
From what she’d been told, the rash eventually went away and he stopped limping after a few months.
It may have been a mistake to take the last chocolate chip muffin and rub it in his face, Dylan thought, even as she broke a piece off the aforementioned muffin and made a show of placing it in her mouth.
She, of course, followed that up by making yummy moaning sounds, and just in case he missed how incredibly delicious the muffin he’d had his eye on was, she added, “So good,” at the end there.
As she sat there, admittedly enjoying pissing off the large man that came between her and her baby, Dylan couldn’t help but wonder if her third-grade teacher had been right and that there was something seriously wrong with her.
If she survived this, and it was looking doubtful with every passing second, she should probably look into her therapy options.
She watched as that muscle in his jaw continued to throb as Quinn slowly looked down at her muffin before he looked back up, met her gaze and nodded, leaving her confused.
Wondering what that was all about, Dylan watched as Quinn pushed his chair back and stood up, keeping that glare locked on her as he headed to the fridge and grabbed the lunch she’d made for him last night.
He continued glaring at her as he packed his lunch in the cooler she’d placed on the counter for him, grabbed his keys and his cellphone off the kitchen island before shoving them in his pocket, made his way back to the kitchen table and-
Made her realize too late that she’d made a tactical error when he made his way around to her side, reached down, grabbed hold of her chair, turned her around and-
Tore a moan from her as he took her mouth in a kiss that left her with no choice but to reach up and cup his face in her hands as she met him stroke for stroke. He took his time kissing her, making her forget that she was supposed to be tormenting him, only to decide this wasn’t enough.
She needed more, Dylan decided, only to whimper when he slowly broke off the kiss and stood up, leaving her sitting there, struggling to catch her breath as she debated picking up where they left off and-
Did…did he just boop her nose? Dylan found herself wondering in a daze as she watched him grab the cooler on his way out the door, releasing a satisfied sigh while she sat there, trying to figure out what just happened.
That is, until she looked down at her plate and realized the bastard stole her muffin.
“Why does she look pissed?” Tristan asked while they watched Dylan, who looked adorably pissed march up to his trailer with what appeared to be her latest design in her hand only to stop abruptly, close her eyes, slowly exhale before she shook her head, turned around and stormed off towards the food truck, clearly in need of a fix to get her through this.
“No clue,” Quinn lied as he thought about that muffin.
There was just something about pissing the little pain in the ass off that brought him such joy, he thought, watching as his wife got in line for the food truck.
Booping her adorable little nose should have been enough, but he just couldn’t help himself even knowing how the little pain in the ass would react if he stole her food.
The threats to his balls had put a smile on his face when he saw the messages. God, she was a violent little thing, Quinn thought as he watched her step up in line. Was it wrong that he wanted to do it again?
Probably.
He followed her gaze and couldn’t help but smile when he realized what the little carb addict needed. God, this was going to be so much fun, he thought as he stood up and stretched, keeping his gaze locked on the small woman who was bringing him so much joy in life.
“I’ll be right back,” Quinn said absently, making his way to the door and-
Where the hell did she go? he found himself wondering as he glanced from the food truck to her truck only to frown when he didn’t see her and-
Fuck…
The toolshed.
God, she really was a pain in his ass, Quinn thought as he quickly made his way across the makeshift road, past the food truck, and sighed when he spotted the door to the toolshed wide open. Praying that it wasn’t already too late, he moved his ass, walked into the dimly lit toolshed and-
Felt his lips pull up into a smile when he heard the doors close behind him. The satisfied sigh that followed was just too goddamn adorable for words as the light was turned on. He slowly turned around and watched his wife, who looked really fucking smug, move past him and climb onto the workbench.
Once she was settled, Dylan reached over with a soft sigh and grabbed hold of his “B.T. Construction” tee-shirt. When she gave his shirt a gentle tug, he willingly went to her, curious to see what the little pain in the ass was up to.
“You stole my muffin,” Dylan said with an accusing glare as he stepped between her legs.
“You booped my nose,” Quinn drawled, watching as her lips twitched.
“You had it coming,” Dylan said as she leaned in and brushed her lips teasingly against his.
“Is this about Blackwood Manor?” he asked, already knowing the answer as he placed his hands on her hips and dragged her closer.
“That and I love tormenting you,” she admitted as he felt her hands run over his chest.
“Is that what you’re doing?” Quinn whispered against her lips only to groan when Dylan continued running her hands over him.
“Among other things,” she murmured absently as he felt one hand drop away before he heard the telltale sound of the light switching off.
Before he could wonder about that, Dylan’s hand was back, moving over his chest, his shoulders, and down his back as he took her mouth in a slow, hungry kiss, determined to savor just how fucking good it felt to have her hands on him.
Shortly after things ended with Jenn, he’d decided to work her out of his system and he’d ended up having a one-night stand that nearly fucking destroyed him.
Every touch, moan, and demand had left him feeling cold.
He barely remembered her, couldn’t remember her name, but he remembered the moment it was over.
Without a word, he climbed out of bed, got dressed, walked to the hotel parking lot, where he proceeded to vomit behind a maroon minivan.
Jenn had been his first and he thought that she would be his last. He’d learned what she liked, what she hated, which was for him to take charge while she lay there, leaving him to do all the work while he saw to her every need. At the time, it had been enough, but now…
Christ, she never touched him like this, never ran her hands over him and moaned like she liked touching him almost as much as he loved feeling her hands on him.
When she gave his chest a gentle push, Quinn wrapped his arms around her and took her with him as he stepped back, never breaking the kiss as he set her down on her feet.
While he took her mouth in a hungry kiss, Dylan ran her hands down his chest and over his abs before grabbing hold of his shirt and slowly pulled it free.
When he felt her hands slide beneath his shirt seconds later, he couldn’t help but moan as she slid her warm hands over him while she used the move to gently push him back until his back touched the wall.
“Close your eyes,” she whispered teasingly against his lips as he felt her hands slide down his stomach and-
Oh, fuck…
-reach for his belt. Releasing a shaky breath, Quinn closed his eyes only to moan as he felt her pull his belt free, the move causing her hands to brush against his cock as it strained against his fly, desperate to get to her.
He felt her pull his belt free before dropping it on the floor, the sounds of the metal buckle hitting the wooden floor drowned out by the sounds of their breathing.
He felt her fingers work his fly free before she dropped her hands away and before he could wonder about that, he felt her small hands wrap around his wrists.
As she gently guided his arms behind his back, Dylan stood up, leaving him with no other choice but to lean down and take her mouth in another hungry kiss, too fucking desperate for this woman to go more than a second without touching her and-
“Boop,” came the soft whisper against his lips that left him frowning as he felt her step away from him and-
“Tell me that you really didn’t fucking handcuff me,” Quinn bit out when he felt it, cold metal wrapped around his wrists.
“I would, but it’s wrong to lie,” Dylan said, not really looking all that concerned for her safety as he moved to go after her only to realize the little brat had secured him to the fucking wall!
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe there’s a double chocolate donut with my name on it waiting for me at the food truck,” the little pain in the ass said with a satisfied sigh as she opened the door, filling the shed with sunlight and-
She. Fucking. Winked.
“Dylan, I swear to god that I’ll-”
“Boop!” the woman who had finally gone too far murmured as she reached over and booped his fucking nose before she closed the door with a satisfied sigh that had his jaw clenching and-
He was going to spank her ass.