40. Quinn
40
QUINN
I ’ve only been to Lance’s apartment once or twice in the past, and then, only briefly while I was here with Killian. But I can barely spare the gorgeous penthouse a glance as he carries me straight to his bedroom.
His lips only leave mine in order to trail kisses down my neck, and I groan when he sucks the skin over my clavicle into his mouth with bruising force.
“Are you trying to give me a hickey?” I gasp, my nipples hardening to stiff points at the blissful sensation.
“I intend to keep you well-marked so no man will dare think you’re anything but taken,” he assures me darkly.
I laugh softly, loving this possessive side of him even if it’s entirely unnecessary. “Don’t you think the ring will do that?” I ask, extending my hand behind his back so I can get another good look at it. It’s striking, really. More beautiful than any ring I might have thought to pick out for myself. And somehow, it feels so perfect—just like Lance is for me.
“A hickey and the ring would be an even clearer statement,” he growls, moving down a little further to suck another circle of skin into his mouth.
And if he keeps that up, I think I might just come in my panties. It’s only been a week, and yet I’ve never felt so starved for pleasure. I’ve gotten used to just how often Lance makes me come. And without him, everything just feels…vanilla.
“You taste so damn good,” he rasps, and I gasp as my back finds the solid wood of a door he pins me against.
Again, he grinds forward against me, reminding me how big and hard he is, how ready he is to be inside me. He turns the door handle, and as the barrier swings wide, he carries me into a beautiful spacious room that’s nearly twice the size of mine.
“Holy cow, Lance. What were you doing sleeping at our house when this is what you could come home to?”
“And spend a night away from you? I don’t think so.” He crawls onto the California king-sized bed with me, sprawling me across the silky gray blankets, and I love how gently he sets me down. Like he doesn’t want to playfully drop me for fear that it might harm the baby.
God, I can’t wait to see Lance as a father. If anyone could possibly get sexier with a child in their arms, I think it’s him. All brute strength and bulging muscle but with the most gentle touch I’ve ever known.
“How were your nightmares while I was gone?” he asks softly, his blue eyes dark with unspoken concern.
I shake my head, not really wanting to talk about it. I don’t know how to tell him the horror of watching him die night after night, of reliving my worst trauma, only to think he’s there to rescue me, and moments later to lose him all over again. I pray I never have another of those dreams again. And I definitely don’t want to breathe any life into them now, though I’m touched that he asked. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here now, and that chases all my demons away.”
“Oh, Quinn,” he murmurs, cradling one of my cheeks with his palm. “I’ll never leave you again.”
“I’ll hold you to that promise.” I smile, showing him I mean it playfully, but at the same time, I mean it. I never want to be without him. My world isn’t right without him here, wrapped around me.
His fingers roam beneath the hem of my shirt, guiding it upward to expose my black lacy bra, and he hums his approval as he strips my top layer. Then he leans down to tease my taut nipple through the sheer fabric.
I gasp, my back arching at the intensity of sensation. My nipples feel more tender, and I don’t know if that’s because of the time between us being intimate or if it’s another sign of pregnancy I missed before. But as Lance lightly nips my swollen points, I’m on the brink of crying out with pain-laced pleasure.
“So responsive,” he purrs. “I think I’m going to enjoy pregnant Quinn.”
I whimper, my walls tightening at the way his words make me melt. I never really thought about it before, but Lance almost makes it sound like he finds the idea of me pregnant sexy .
Throbbing with the need to feel him inside me, I roll my hips along his length. “Please, Lance,” I moan. “I’ve been going crazy without you.”
He hums low in his throat, the deep vibration seeping into my chest and lighting me on fire. “You want me inside you?” he teases, easing down my body, his lips drawing a scintillating path to my belly button.
“Yes,” I breathe.
And goose bumps erupt across my skin as he opens my pants slowly, playfully before hooking his fingers into the waistline. He drags the fabric down my legs, revealing me inch by inch. And all the while, his lips continue to caress my skin, forming a delicious path of friction in his wake.
“Well, I might just have to worship every inch of you first,” he murmurs, chucking my pants aside so all I’m wearing are a matching set of black lace underwear. “Especially if you’re going to be wearing lingerie like this.”
Heat radiates out from my core as he takes my feet in his hands and rests them against his pecs. Then he slowly kneads the underside of my arches with his thumbs.
“Oh…my…God,” I moan, my panties getting wetter by the second with how glorious his massage is.
“Hmm, you like that?” he teases and leans in to press a kiss to my arch.
And as he continues to massage, he slowly works his way up the inside of my legs, kneading and kissing and nipping my flesh. Each inch he climbs higher, I grow closer to the precipice of my release. And my thighs start to tremble as his tongue teases the inside edge of my panty line.
Hot breath washes across the damp fabric, and he inhales deeply, as if savoring the scent of me. Then he presses a chaste kiss to my clit through the soft lace.
“You’re torturing me,” I whimper, squirming beneath him. “I’ve waited so long…”
“And by the time I’m done with you, I promise you’ll be comatose with bliss,” he growls. “Because I’m not letting you sleep tonight.”
How is it the man who’s always been the strong, silent type can do the sexiest dirty talk? Or maybe it’s because he’s usually so quiet that I love it when he talks in the bedroom. Something about it drives me wild. And I don’t think I’ll ever get over it, because it only seems to get better with time.
Grasping my knees, Lance presses them against his shoulders and slowly leans over me, spreading my thighs as he folds me in half beneath him. And by the time our lips touch, I can feel the underside of his thick length pressing between my folds even through the fabric of his pants.
The pressure is insanely arousing, and I try to rock beneath him, seeking friction. But he has me pinned down so thoroughly, I can barely move.
“Hmm, you are eager tonight, aren’t you?” he teases, rocking his hips to give me the relief I seek.
“Yes!” I gasp, somewhere between a cry of pleasure and a confession.
He chuckles, dark and sultry, and rocks forward again. “Such a good girl, so honest,” he praises, rewarding me with a third rocking stroke along my seam.
Then he leans in, his lips going to work on my neck once more. My pulse throbs in my aching nipples, and goose bumps ripple across my flesh every time he sucks my skin between his teeth.
By the time he moves on to my chest, I’m sure I have a handful of bruised marks along my neck, and I don’t even care. Because I’m so intensely turned on, I think I’ll come if he grinds against me again.
“Such perfect breasts,” he praises, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and free them.
My knees still cage them in, creating cleavage where I wouldn’t normally have some. And he licks the soft crevice, his gaze on me the entire time. It lights a blazing excitement in my core, and suddenly I’m burning up, unable to sit still with the intensity of my own heat.
Lifting my head up off the bed, I capture Lance’s lips with mine, and I delve my tongue between his teeth. I’m trying to turn him on enough that he’ll lose control with me.
And when he groans appreciatively, I know it’s working.
“Alright, my sexy temptress,” he purrs. “You win.”
Rocking back on his knees, Lance grasps his shirt and swiftly strips it over his head, then tosses it to the floor. His pants follow a second later, and as his cock springs free, swollen and dripping for me, my mouth starts to water.
Last of all, he hooks his fingers around the thin lace of my panties and slowly guides them down my hips.
Then he spreads my thighs as he settles between them, his blue eyes burning with lust.
“I’ve been dreaming about you,” he murmurs, “trying to will you into existence in my mind.”
“Is this what you did to me?” I ask, my temperature rising when I think about him wanting me so badly he would dream of what he’d do.
“Something like this,” he agrees, a soft, wicked smile curving his lips. “But I always knew it was a dream, and when it was done, it was never quite as…satisfying.”
“How did you know?”
“This,” he murmurs, easing one hand between us to stroke two fingers between my slick folds.
I moan, my hips rolling instinctively with the sensual touch, and my breathing ratchets up as fresh desire throbs into my core. Then Lance lifts his fingers so I can see my juices glistening on their tips. He brushes them across my lips, smearing some of my tang there for me to lick up. And as I do, he slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with a deep groan.
“You just taste so damn sweet,” he growls. “Always so wet and so delicious. And all for me.”
I whimper as Lance’s silken tip finds my entrance, and he presses inside me, slowly at first but then growing faster. It’s like he can’t seem to help himself now that he’s buried in my depths. And it feels so good, my eyes roll back into my head.
“Oh God, yes!” I cry, my climax hovering on the brink after just a few thrusts.
And when he presses inside me a third time, I fall apart. All that building tension, the pressure and frustration stemming from withholding relief makes it all come crashing down on me with exponential force.
I scream his name, and I love that I don’t have to worry about being quiet anymore. Because I don’t know that I could be quiet with how hard I come.
Rippling along his throbbing length, I milk him hard. And all the while, Lance rocks inside me, stimulating my G-spot until it feels like one orgasm is rolling into another.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans, stealing a fiery kiss as he moves on top of me, inside of me, all around me in the most glorious sense of overwhelming presence. “I can’t wait to fill you up.”
I whimper, pressing my lips together so I won’t beg him to do it right now. Because just suggesting it has me so aroused, I’m ready to come again.
Lance groans as my walls clench, and I feel him stiffening inside me, on the brink of his own release.
“Come with me, Quinn,” he rasps, and I can’t help but obey.
Crying out, I come all over his cock, arousal gushing through my channel to mingle with the first hot burst of his seed. Warmth pools inside my belly. A deep, intense satisfaction. And I cling to Lance, riding out my waves of euphoria that crackle across my skin. My clit throbs, my walls pulsing in time with his cock.
And our breaths crash together as we ride out the intense release.
Softly, Lance eases out of me, and as he rolls onto the bed, he pulls me into his arms.
This, lying here in bed with him feels so good, so right, it fills me with intense love and radiant happiness. I’m so full of it, I could burst, and my heart swells in my chest until it presses against my ribs.
I have everything I’ve ever wanted—the man of my dreams, my brother’s blessing, and now we’re starting a family together. I’ll be finishing nursing school at the end of this semester. And when everything felt so wrong and chaotic and without hope not long ago, now it all feels so incredibly right.
I don’t know how I got so lucky to deserve a man like Lance. But I’ve never felt such deep, intense contentment. I never want this happiness to end.
“I love you, my beautiful fiancée,” Lance murmurs, nuzzling my neck with his nose. “The incredible mother of my child.”
Hearing him say those things for the first time sends a thrill through my body, and I shiver deliciously as I snuggle closer to him.
“I can’t wait to have a family with you,” he breathes, his arm wrapping around my waist so he can press a palm to my stomach once more.
I cover his hand with mine as tears of joy sting my eyes. All his sweet nothings fill me with such joy because it shows me that this stoic man of few words has opened his heart to me so completely.
And as I lie here in his arms, I know that this is the happiest happily ever after I could have hoped for.