Chapter 18
“ W hat the hell are you doing?” the large bastard that had left her with no choice said, sounding almost confused as she proceeded to take him down in a headlock.
The fact that she couldn’t exactly wrap her arms around his neck or manage to do anything more than jump onto his back didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was done playing this sick bastard’s game.
This ended tonight!
“Making you rue the day that you decided to toy with me,” Dylan said as she sort of hung there.
“Did you just say ‘rue’” he asked, sounding really freaking amused for someone that was about to get his ass kicked!
“Yes!” Dylan hissed, using her anger to-
“Wait. Where are you going?” she asked when he started walking towards the in-law apartment instead of begging for mercy.
“Making this easier for you,” Quinn drawled, and since that would work for her, she decided not to argue and settled for glaring at his back instead.
She continued glaring as he dropped his bag by the door, when he paused by the bathroom door to toe off his shoes, and then as he made his way into the bathroom, all while she hung there, seething with uncontrollable rage. She-
Did not appreciate the manhandling when the large bastard reached back and plucked her off his back and placed her on the bathroom counter.
She opened her mouth only to settle for glaring when he reached back and grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing rope after rope of golden muscle.
Since that worked for her, she allowed it.
“You are honestly too fucking adorable for words,” Quinn announced with a heartfelt sigh as he tossed his shirt aside and reached for his socks.
“I’m waiting for the fear to kick in,” Dylan said, narrowing her eyes slowly, knowing that she might be taking it a step too far and not giving a damn as she waited for the terror to sink in and when it did…
She would make him pay for screwing with her head.
“What’s the plan?” Quinn asked, reaching for his belt.
“Besides revenge?” Dylan asked, watching as his hands made quick work of his belt before reaching for his fly.
“Besides that,” he said as though that was a given.
“Did I not mention ruing?” she demanded as she watched him slowly pull down his zipper.
“I believe that was mentioned,” Quinn said dryly as he shoved his pants down, leaving him a pair of black boxer briefs that made it really difficult to remember why she was supposed to be glaring.
“You’ve been screwing with my head,” Dylan bit out accusingly as she watched him reach into the shower and turn the water on.
“Is that what I’ve been doing?” he asked, trying to sound innocent and taking her anger to a whole new level.
“You know damn well that’s what you did!” Dylan bit out, knowing without a doubt that she was right.
“And leaving me handcuffed in the toolshed?” Quinn asked as he made his way back to her.
“Was completely justifiable,” Dylan said when Quinn stepped between her legs.
“Because I stole your muffin?” Quinn asked, watching her as he reached down and pulled the shoe off her right foot and let it fall to the floor.
“You knew better,” Dylan said with that glare that was guaranteed to send terror to his very soul.
“I did,” he murmured in agreement as he reached down and pulled the shoe off her left foot and let it drop.
“Then, we’re agreed that you’re lucky to be alive,” Dylan said as Quinn took his time pulling her socks off.
Nodding, Quinn said, “I get up and thank God every day that you haven’t kicked my ass.”
“As you should,” Dylan said with a sniffle that had his lips twitching as he reached for her shirt.
“What else?” Quinn asked as she raised her arms to make it easier for him to pull her shirt off.
“That wasn’t enough?” she demanded as he dropped her shirt on the floor and set to work on unsnapping her jeans and slowly pulled down her zipper.
“To leave me quaking in fear?” Quinn asked as he grabbed hold of her jeans as she placed her hands on the counter and raised her butt up, making it easier for him to pull her pants down.
“Among other things,” Dylan murmured as she watched the way that Quinn ran his eyes over her, taking in her lacey black bra to matching panties before swallowing hard.
“I’m absolutely terrified,” he said hoarsely as she reached back and unsnapped her bra, watching as he swallowed hard before that muscle in his jaw clenched and-
Groaned when she released her bra, letting it slowly slide down her arms while Quinn stood there, watching the move as it revealed her breasts until it stopped just above her nipples.
Then, she grabbed the straps and pulled it off the rest of the way, watching as he ran his eyes over her, taking in her butterscotch nipples hardening beneath his gaze.
“Christ,” he whispered reverently as he reached for her panties.
She raised herself up again, making it easier for him to slide her panties down and-
“Your turn,” Dylan said as she reached for his underwear.
She watched him for a moment as she slowly pushed his underwear down until she felt it snag on something.
Licking her lips, Dylan looked down and nearly groaned when she saw the large erection trapped in soft cotton.
Slowly exhaling, she worked his underwear over the thick tip before pushing it down, revealing inch after inch of the thick cock between his legs.
He took over pushing his underwear down only to groan when Dylan reached over and traced the underside of his erection, marveling at the soft, silky skin pulled tightly over the thick shaft.
She traced the thick vein between the tip and the root before wrapping her hand around the tip and savoring the feel of the soft tip against her skin.
Without a word, Quinn picked her and carried her into the shower, leaving her to play with his cock while he grabbed the bottle of body wash off the shelf and squeezed some in his hand.
He leaned down and took her mouth in a slow kiss as his hands moved over her, washing her shoulders and her back before moving his hands over her bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze before he reached for the bottle again.
He squeezed more body wash in his hand before she reluctantly released her hold around him and took the bottle from him.
She squeezed body wash in her hand before placing the bottle on the shelf only to moan softly into his mouth when she felt his hands slide over her breasts.
He took his time kneading each breast before running hands over the nipples, the move tearing another soft moan from her as she ran her hands over him, tracing every muscle with her fingertips before she reached back down and-
Barely managed to run her hand over his cock before she suddenly found herself turned around, facing the wall.
When she felt Quinn’s lips touch the side of her neck, she dropped her head back on a moan as he reached down and took her hands in his and placed them against the wall before he grabbed the bottle of body wash again.
Licking her lips, Dylan stood there as he ran his hands over her back, tearing a groan from her as he worked the tension out of her muscles, leaving her feeling relaxed as he occasionally kissed the back of her neck.
He took his time, running his hands over her back and over her thighs before he allowed his hands to slide over her stomach and-
“Oh, God…”
-slid his hand between her legs.
As his hand moved over her, Quinn cupped her breast in his large hand, using the move to pull her back against him so that his cock was pressed against her back.
She tilted her head to the side in silent demand as his fingertips traced her slit, teasing her while his hand kneaded her breast. It felt so good, Dylan thought, moaning softly as Quinn kissed the side of her neck.
“This is for the deal, right?” she said, needing the reminder of why they were doing this. They needed to have sex for the deal. That was it. She wasn’t in love with him and Quinn would never fall in love with her.
It was just a deal.
“Yes,” Quinn whispered against her skin as his fingertip slid between her slit and found her clit.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” Dylan said, unable to help but moan when he moved his finger over her, teasing her as his fingertips teased her nipple.
“Less than nothing,” he promised her as he continued teasing her with his fingertip.
She opened her mouth to say something else only to end up moaning his name when the finger that was teasing her clit slowly slid down to her core and-
“You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you,” Quinn whispered in her ear as he traced her core with his fingertip.
“Show me,” Dylan somehow managed to get out as his finger slid back up to tease her clit one last time before he dropped his hands away.
He pressed one last kiss against her neck before he reached over and turned off the water.
Without a word, he took her hand in his and led her out of the shower, pausing only long enough to run a towel over her before he did the same for himself and tossed it aside before he picked her up and carried her into his room.
He placed her in the middle of his bed before he moved over her, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then finally, her mouth as he settled on top of her, the move causing the large erection between his legs to settle firmly between hers. She spread her legs to give him better access and-
Oh, God, that felt so good, Dylan thought as Quinn began to move, slowly grinding his cock between her legs so that the underside of his cock slid between her lips and pressed against her clit.
It felt so good. Better than anything she’d ever felt before.
It teased her just right, sending pleasure throughout her body even as it left her feeling empty.
She was just about to demand that he fuck her when he broke off the kiss and slowly made his way down her body, kissing a trail down her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach, before finally pressing his lips against her slit.