Chapter 27
Quinn
I had no idea that sneaking around could be so much fun. Nor did I know how much of a turn-on it would be. There’s something insanely sexy about the possibility of getting caught when you’re trying to keep things on the DL.
For the past month, Cassie and I have managed to evade being found out. We’ve tried to see each other at least twice a week, but with our hectic schedules, it hasn’t always been easy. I’ve had some relentless rehearsals, and when Cassie isn’t working or studying or in class, she’s been slogging away like crazy on her final paper. She finally came up with an idea for her second semester assignment, but honestly, I didn’t understand a word of it when she attempted to explain it to me.
I tried, I really did. But the girl was talking a whole lot of gibberish that I genuinely didn’t understand. Cassie is crazy smart, and really beautiful and so much fun to be around that it makes me forget all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this in the first place.
When we have managed to find the time to hang out together, the majority of that time is spent, well…having sex. Holy shit, the sex is insanely good. I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want Cassie Brooks, never been as attracted to someone as I am to her, and a little voice in the back of my head keeps whispering, I could get used to this when she spends the night at my apartment.
I love it when she stays over. I love waking up next to her. I miss her when I’m not with her, and even then, I can’t stop thinking about her. She consumes my thoughts when I’m awake and even more so when I’m asleep.
She’s somehow slipped into my life, filling empty spaces I never even knew existed until we started dating.
Dating?
Is that what we’re even doing?
Or is it still just sex?
I send her a quick text message while the lighting guys fix a problem with the stage lights at the warehouse.
We’ve been rehearsing here instead of at the studio for a few weeks now. The stage is roughly the same dimensions as the stages we’ll be performing on at the larger venues on the upcoming tour, and this way we’ll have a better idea how much space we’ve actually got to work with when the time comes.
Nick just called a timeout on the rehearsal, and the rest of the band is taking a short break.
Me: Any chance you’re free tonight ?
Cassie: What were you thinking?
Me: Me, you, my dick…
Cassie: How sweet.
Me: We’re a package deal.
Cassie: A very big package.
Me: What are you wearing right now? I need the distraction. Give me something other than chords to think about.
Cassie: Jeans. Chucks. Sweater with a stain.
Me: That’s it, baby, talk dirty to me.
I know I’m laying it on pretty thick, but I haven’t seen Cassie in three whole days, which is about three days too long in my book.
Cassie: I’m not working. My place or yours?
Me: Mine. 8 sound good?
Cassie: I’ll be there.
Cassie’s tongue is in my mouth the second I open the front door.
She throws her arms around my neck, wraps her legs around my waist, and we both topple backward into my apartment as I kick the door shut with my foot.
Stumbling and knocking into the side table, I kiss the living shit out of her because almost immediately my mind is flooded with so many thoughts it’s hard to focus on just one. We don’t stop kissing. Not even to come up for air. We’re both panting, our tongues entwining and our hands exploring. The kiss is completely unexpected and hotter than anything else I’ve ever experienced in my life. Her lips tease mine until the room’s spinning and I can’t see straight, and yet despite the searing heat that ripples through my body, I eventually force myself to wrench away from her kiss.
“What’s wrong?” Her breathing is still labored as she meets my gaze.
“Nothing’s wrong.” It takes everything inside me not to toss her down on the couch and have my wicked way with her right here and now. She’s still clinging to me like a baby monkey, so I plant my hands firmly under her backside and carry her all the way across the living room. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
I can tell she took the time to get ready tonight because she’s no longer wearing a stained sweater or Chucks. Instead, she’s wearing black leggings, knee-high boots, and a long cable-knit cardigan that wraps all the way around. Her hair is still slightly damp from the shower she must have taken before she got here. I’m glad she didn’t straighten it or curl it or whatever it is girls do to their hair, otherwise she might not be too pleased with my choice of activity for the evening.
I glance down at my jeans and Rangers jersey. I should have changed. I should have made more of an effort. But then again, for what I’ve got planned, clothes aren’t exactly necessary.
“Thanks,” she says. “Keep complimenting me, and your night might just get a whole lot steamier.”
“Funny you should mention that…”
I let her legs slide down my sides until her feet hit the polished concrete floor, and then I take her hand and tug her across the living room toward the sliding glass doors that lead out onto the lower balcony.
Yes, this place is so big there are two balconies.
The other balcony leads straight off from my bedroom upstairs, but with the way my apartment is positioned on the side of the building, neither one of them can be overlooked from neighboring apartments.
Cassie’s never been out on this balcony before, and I find myself smiling when her feet come to a skidding halt, and her mouth falls open in shock.
“You’ve got a hot tub?” she shrieks, letting go of my hand to push the door open even wider. “Are you kidding me?”
I nod, unable to take my eyes off her.
Her back straightens. “I’ve been here a dozen times, and you’ve failed to mention the fact that you have a hot tub.”
“Guess it slipped my mind.”
“Guess it slipped my mind,” she mimics, frowning deeply.
I immediately start laughing and tug her toward the hot tub. “Want to take a swim?” I drop my hands to the buttons on her cardigan, unfastening them quickly, before pushing it off her shoulders. “The water feels fucking incredible when it’s this cold and it’s this dark. It’s awesome hot, and we’re so high up no one can see us. Wait until you check out the view, the city lights are really cool.”
I focus my attention on her boots, bending down to unzip them, before yanking them off her feet. Cassie uses my shoulders for balance as she steps out of them, still gazing at the hot tub while I slip my hands beneath the elastic of her leggings, pushing them, and her underwear, over her hips, and down her legs.
Unclasping her bra, I glide the straps down her arms. Holy fuck. She’s so slender, with tiny hips and smooth skin, perky breasts, and perfect pink nipples.
My eyes descend down her throat to pause on her tattoo.
Our tattoo.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Undressing quickly, I toss my clothes onto some nearby outdoor furniture and climb into the tub. My feet are instantly swallowed up by the warmth of the churning water.
“It feels amazing, Alabama. Get your ass in here.”
Cassie smiles as she watches me sink further beneath the water’s surface, and then she quickly steps in behind me. She makes her way to the middle of the hot tub and then surprises me by moving to the opposite side to rest her forearms on the ledge, overlooking the city skyline and the bustling street below.
Swimming up behind her, I cage her in by pressing my chest against her back and placing both hands on either side of hers on the ledge. Resting my chin on her shoulder, we both silently take in the view for a few moments. Every now and then, I cup my hands, bringing water up over her shoulders to warm her skin. When she moans softly, I know it’s because the hot water feels unreal, and I also know she’s now getting the full effect of the magnificent view.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers. “How long have you lived here?”
“Close to ten years.”
Cassie turns so that her back is now against the ledge, and she’s facing me. Her hands drape around my neck at the same time her silky thighs wrap around my waist, linking her ankles together at the small of my back. “Have you always lived in the city?”
I cup her backside with greedy hands, floating us both into the middle of the tub. Cassie makes a sweet little sound, a cross between a sigh and a whimper when my lips meet the side of her neck. “I was born in Boston actually,” I mumble, kissing up and down her neck until my mouth is close to her ear again. “But we moved to New York when I was three, so I don’t remember living anywhere else.”
She pulls her neck away a few inches in order to see my face. “Have you ever been to Alabama?”
“No, never. Why do you ask?”
Cassie licks a drop of water from her top lip, smiling shyly as her hand conforms to the nape of my neck. “I was just thinking that maybe we could go sometime? I’d love to show you where I grew up, the town, the people, and the wide open spaces. It’s really beautiful. I think you’d like it.”
She slides her hand around to my jaw, and her thumb meets my mouth. I bite the soft pad between my teeth, and Cassie jerks her hand away sharply.
“Ouch.” She laughs.
Her legs tighten around my waist, pressing deep into my sides. It’s like she’s holding on so she doesn’t float away. I wonder if that’s really it, or if she’s just scared I’m going to let her go.
I’m never letting you go, Cassie. Never.
“I’d love to go to Alabama with you.”
She grins and actually looks surprised. “You would?”
“Of course I would. I’d go anywhere you fucking ask me to go. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m kinda into you.”
Her hair floats around her shoulders as she peers up at me. Christ, I’ve never seen a hotter sight. I swear her eyes will be the death of me. It’s crazy how beautiful they are—dark blue like the deepest oceans, with flecks of lighter blue in there too, like a crystal-clear sky over a tropical island.
I can’t keep looking into her eyes, though, or she’ll see all my secrets, so I pull her into my chest. She rests her ear against my heart, and I rest my chin on top of her head. “If I ask you something, will you be honest with me?”
“Yes.” I feel her lips move against my skin.
I have to ask the question. I just have to. The thought has been plaguing me for a while now, keeping me awake at night, and I really just need to get it off my chest.
“Are you doing this with me because you’re trying to forget the past or because you’re trying to rewrite the future?”
My question seems to take her aback. She’s quiet for a few seconds. Her hands move softly over the skin on my back while she thinks of a way to answer my question.
Eventually, she sighs, and says, “I’m doing this with you because neither of those things matter to me anymore. The past, the future, none of it matters. I’m so tired of looking behind me, Quinn, and I’m so sick of having to guess what comes next. All I want to do is live in the present. I want to lose myself in the here and the now and in you. I just want to enjoy every moment because you never know when that moment could be your last.”
Her lips press against the small dip at the base of my throat, and I no longer see our lack of clothes or hear the traffic down on the street below us. All I hear are her words, and the honestly with which she speaks them.
All I see is her and the emotion in her eyes.
Cassie leans forward, touching her lips to mine softly. I wrap my arms around her waist, and I deepen the kiss, taking every sigh, taking every little moan, taking it all. I take her lips, I take her tongue. I take the taste of her. I take all of it because living in the moment means something different to me now than it did just a few seconds ago.
“You never have to give me anything you don’t want to give,” I say breathlessly between kisses. “You never have to feel pressured into anything. All you have to do is say no, or…of course, you can always say yes .”
Cassie inhales sharply, and we can both hear the slight tremble in her breath as she exhales again. Her gaze flickers over mine, and she grins at me. “So, all I have to do is say yes?”
I nod.
She smiles. “Yes.”
“Yes, to what?”
“Yes, to whatever you want to do to me. Yes to whatever you want me to do to you. Yes to everything. I’m all in, Quinn, every single part of me.”
Within a millisecond, I’m fully erect, and my hand is sliding down between her legs. Without warning, I thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy, my thumb circling over her swollen clit, and Cassie lets out a cry of shock and pleasure that vibrates through me and settles deep in my core.
“Quinn,” she inhales sharply.
“You like that, baby?”
She nods, wriggling around on my fingers .
“Tell me what you want, Cass.” I continue to torture her by withdrawing my fingers almost all the way out, before sliding them back inside her again.
“You.”
“Where?”
“In my mouth.”
Oh, fuck. I was not expecting her to say that.
She literally just took a hammer to every last ounce of restraint I had, smashing it to smithereens. I’ve never wanted a woman’s mouth on me more in my life. This could very well kill me, but death by blowjob, what a way to go out.
She makes a sad little sound when I withdraw my fingers from her tight hole, but then I reach back to lift myself up on the ledge of the hot tub, and Cassie licks her lips as she moves to settle herself between my widespread thighs.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I croak.
Her lips curve teasingly into a smile.
Christ, I’ve never seen a hotter sight.
Her hands roam over my legs, up the outside of my shins, around the back of my knees. Then she reaches forward, and delicately curls her fingers around the base of my shaft, sliding her hand up and down the length of me.
The cold night air clings to my wet chest, but Cassie’s heated gaze warms me up as her eyes take in the sight in front of her.
“Suck me,” I rumble.
She must hear the desperation in my voice and takes pity on me, because she slowly leans forward and kisses my stomach, following that with even more kisses that trail from my navel down through my pubic hair. When her tongue laps at the tip of my cock, my hips buck forward, she opens her mouth and half my length slides in so easily it makes my eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.”
I cup the back of her head, urging her on. She draws me into the soft warmth of her mouth quickly and then takes a couple of deep, wet pulls.
“Cassie, whoa—”
Her enormous blue eyes look up, locking with mine as I thrust myself deeply into her mouth. She runs her tongue along the thick vein, before taking the entire head of my cock into her mouth again, sucking hard.
She moans at the same time I do. She’s getting off on this just as much as I am, and that turns me on even more.
“Christ,” I growl. “That feels incredible.”
She hums around my dick, like my words excite her, and the vibration has me clamping my eyes shut so I don’t shoot my load right this second.
With each suck she takes me deeper and deeper, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Fingers tight in her hair, I guide her pretty mouth up and down my shaft, giving her time to get accustomed to the sensation until I can feel myself touching the back of her throat.
I don’t want to hurt her. And I don’t want her gagging, that’s never done it for me. But it feels so good, I don’t want to stop.
“I’m close,” I warn her, breathless. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you better slow down.”
Cassie doesn’t slow down. If anything she increases the rhythm, digging her nails into my thighs, so I plunge into her again and again, watching my cock disappear, and reappear from her mouth.
It’s so erotic. I’m so damn close.
I can feel myself swelling with each suck, her lips tightening around my shaft when she hollows her cheeks. A deep moan vibrates around the head of my cock, and that’s all it takes. My balls tighten in joyful agony, my thighs stiffen, and I let go of her hair to grab the edge of the tub as I explode inside her mouth, strong and hot and thick.
Cassie takes everything I have to give her. She swallows it all and while I stroke her hair—so soft, so silky as it moves between my fingertips—she cleans me up with her tongue until there isn’t a single drop left.
“That was unbelievable,” I rasp, still trying to catch my breath.
And then I scoop her up into my arms, and climb out of the hot tub with her naked body wrapped around me, not giving a single shit that we’re leaving huge puddles all throughout the house.
I owe this woman one hell of an orgasm.
I need this woman in my bed.
And I need her there now.