33. Quinn #2
“Quinn…where do you see your relationship in five years?” He asks, and my heart falls through a trapdoor in my chest.
“In five years…” I say with a nervous giggle.
I don’t know where Reid and I are going to be in five minutes, let alone five years. I haven’t thought about it. Not really. But sort of…
I feel like I have no choice but to answer honestly. I’m not a good liar and everyone will be able to read that. My face says what my heart is saying ten out of ten times.
So I bite my lip and write as casually as possible.
“Reid?” Drew asks, waiting for his answer.
“Moment of truth…” Nick says.
Reid takes a sip of wine, and then his eyes fall on me, warm and wild. Then he takes my hand in his and squeezes it gently.
“Together,” he says, and my heart changes course and catapults to the moon as I flip my board around.
Together.
“Damn,” AJ lets out.
Damn is right. Talk about a loaded question.
Cass playfully smacks Drew in the chest, mouthing, “You’re terrible.”
It was a setup. Obviously. But Reid is still holding my hand. And so I lean back in my chair, glad our turn is over, my head swirling.
* * *
“How did I miss how amazing this is?” I ask when we get back to our yurt.
“I mean, honestly, when I heard we would be staying in glorified tents, I had my doubts,” Reid agrees. “But honestly, this is pretty dope.”
And it really is. There’s an oversized bed, a mini-kitchen, a decent bathroom with a pretty good-sized shower, a fireplace and a private patio with a hot tub.
Speaking of that.
“What are you doing?” Reid asks as I rummage through my suitcase.
“I want to go in the hot tub,” I tell him. Reid comes up behind me, taking hold of my hips and standing right against me.
“So let’s go in the hot tub,” he says, his voice low and gravelly and brimming with a grin.
I giggle. “I’m grabbing my suit,” I tell him.
“Why?” he asks, still holding onto me.
“Because I need a bathing suit to go in a hot tub?” I ask the obvious.
“Says who?” he asks, and my mouth pops open. I find my bikini and smack him with it.
“Seriously,” he says, spinning me around to face me. “Why do you need a bathing suit?”
“Because there’s people out there!” I say.
“The other yurts are at least a hundred feet away. And it’s dark. And there are trees,” he says.
“You’re not actually suggesting we go skinny-dipping in the hot tub, are you?” I ask, studying his smirk. Wanting to kiss it.
“And if I am?” he asks.
I stare at him. He stares at me. And then…I toss my suit aside.
“Fine,” I smirk.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I answer by tugging away from him and slowly making my way towards the back door of the yurt, stripping down as I go, leaving a trail across the wooden floor.
By the time I reach the hot tub, I am down to my panties, which I shed just before stepping inside.
Reid, of course, is already naked and slips into the water after me.
“I can’t believe we are doing this,” I whisper. “But it feels amazing.”
“Told you,” he says. “Best way to relax your muscles after a long day.”
“Really? The best way? Are you sure?” I ask.
“Do you disagree?” he asks.
I bite my bottom lip and drag it through my teeth. “I mean, I can think of a few other ways…”
“Oh?” he asks. “Do share…”
I share by sliding over to his side of the tub and kneeling down in front of him. Then, with my eyes on his, I reach under the water and find his hard, erect cock, taking it in my hand.
Reid groans as I slide my hand firmly over his smooth, veiny shaft from base to just below the tip.
“Fuck,” he lets out, leaning his head back against the side of the tub. “You’re right…this is a better way.
“We just have to be quiet,” I tell him as I continue to stroke.
“Tell that to yourself,” he says, his eyes closed and a grin on his face. “I’m not the one that usually has a problem with that.”
“Oh, really?” I ask as I drag my hand up his shaft. Then I press my thumb to that sweet, soft underside of the head. The sensitive spot that drives men wild and Reid growls.
I stroke again, this time even more firmly, slowly and intentionally.
When I get to the tip, I drag it through my fingers as well.
Reid’s body shudders, and he spreads his arms over the edge of the tub, gripping the sides with his hands.
Every muscle from his wrists to his shoulders flexes, and I bite my lip with a grin at the sight of it.
Again and again, I stroke the length of his cock, teasing the tip with each stroke. For a moment I focus on that, swirling my hand around the head until his hips jet upward in the water and he has to bite his lip.
“Having a hard time being quiet?” I ask. Reid doesn’t say anything. He can’t. If he opens his mouth, he will probably ground and we can’t have that…
So instead, he nods and continues to chew on his lips.
I smirk and keep stroking him. The feeling of his cock in my hand, hard and pulsing, has me wishing it was somewhere else. But at the same time, I do enjoy teasing him. Pleasuring him. Feeling him at my mercy.
“Quinn,” he manages to breathe out.
“Yes?” I ask with feigned naivety.
“Finish me,” he grits out.
“You want me to make you come?” I purr.
Suddenly, his eyes flash open, and he reaches out, pressing his palm to my cheek, his thumb over my lips and his fingers wrapped around the nape of my neck. He pulls me in closer, close enough to press his lips to mine.
“Make me fucking come,” he growls, and my lips part.
As my hand instinctively moves to bring him to the edge, I feel like I am drunk.
His words are bewitching as he dominates me from a position of submission.
“Fuck,” he groans again. “Faster. Faster…yes. Fuck yes!” he let outs and just as I feel the waves of the orgasm ripple through him, he buries his face into my neck to stifle a shout.
Afterwards, his head falls back again, and I stand up with a smile. Then I step out of the tub.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“To shower,” I answer without looking back. I know he’s confused. I know he’s watching me. And while I am very much hot and bothered, I also have a surge of high. Something about being able to pleasure Reid with nothing in return is very liberating. And very sexy.