Chapter 19
Quinn
I shouldn’t be here. Fuck knows I shouldn’t be here. Everything inside me is screaming that I shouldn’t be here.
And yet here is exactly where I am.
And here is the only place I want to be.
The elevator doors slide closed behind me, and I step out into the hallway, navigating the fourth floor until I find the room I’m looking for.
I knock.
I don’t know why I knock. I asked Cassie to leave the door unlocked.
But I’m suddenly a little nervous.
Sure, I’ve knocked on plenty of hotel room doors before, had plenty of pretty blondes and sexy brunettes answer those doors, too. But this time it’s different. This time I’m only interested in a certain auburn-haired beauty with incredible blue eyes that I could easily drown in, and the urge to make her mine is so overwhelming right now that I have to rub my hand over my beard to stop myself from sliding my hand lower and rubbing something else.
Why can’t I get this woman out of my mind?
Fate has seemingly handed me a second chance. And second chances don’t come along every day in life, so I’m not about to let this one slip through my fingers.
Pressing my ear to the door, I listen carefully for any signs of life coming from the other side. I think I hear a rustling sound, a grunt, a groan, and then the door suddenly flies open.
Cassie grabs the front of my shirt with clenched fists and drags me into the room, letting the heavy door close behind us.
“Don’t just stand there,” she cries. “Help me!”
I don’t entirely know what I’m looking at right now. What the hell is happening?
Cassie is bent over at the waist, thrashing around, and her arms are at an odd angle to the rest of her body. There’s a weird intermingling of black fabric, silver rhinestones, and deep auburn hair.
“Jesus, Alabama!” I try not to laugh.
“Help me, I’m stuck!”
“What happened?”
“I was trying to…” Her voice is muffled by all the material wrapped around her head. I can’t even see her face, she’s so tangled up. “I was trying to get changed out of this dress, and the rhinestones got caught in my hair. And now I can’t get the stupid thing off. ”
Now I’m really trying not to laugh, but seriously, I can’t help it. A shudder racks my body, and my shoulders start to shake. I’ve got tears in my eyes, it’s that funny.
No, scratch that, it’s not just funny. It’s fucking hysterical.
“Quinn!” she shouts, slapping blindly at the air.
This makes me laugh even harder. “You look like a crazy person caught in a straitjacket.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” I wipe my eyes. “I think you like me. Let me help. Hold still.”
I assess the situation carefully while she continues duking it out with the dress, trying my hardest not to gaze at the bare skin of her upper thighs, or the exquisite length of her toned calf muscles.
Hell. I don’t even know where to start.
“Hold your arms out in front of you,” I say, trying not to laugh again with how much she looks like Quasimodo right now.
Shifting slightly, I move a little closer, and with gentle fingers I start untangling the rhinestones from her hair, pulling sections of her dress free with every rhinestone that releases its evil claws.
“Maybe I should just do this myself,” she grumbles.
“Or you could just say thank you , that’d work too.”
No response.
I keep at the job, and every time I release a rhinestone, more portions of her long hair spill down her back. A few more rhinestones come free, and more of her hair comes loose. My thumb touches the back of her neck, and I swear I hear a soft sigh, but it’s hard to tell with the way she’s so twisted up right now.
“Turn this way, toward me,” I say, shuffling Cassie around to face me. Bent over at the waist with her gorgeous ass pointing straight up in the air, her head is practically in my groin, and I have to admit it’s a little bit of a turn-on.
Okay, so it’s actually a huge turn-on.
My cock is as hard as steel, jutting painfully into the front of my trousers. I grit my teeth as my erection tries to break through the zipper.
Unclasping a few more rhinestones, the material slowly starts to separate, and then… holy shit because the entire dress slips down over Cassie’s body, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing but sheer black panties and five-inch heels.
Sweet Jesus.
I don’t say a word, but an involuntarily groan slips out when Cassie doesn’t even attempt to cover herself. She just stands there in front of me, breathing hard, soft fingers touching her thighs.
My mouth literally waters.
Cassie Brooks is the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen.
Her breasts are absolute perfection, softly rounded and perky, with gorgeous pink nipples that I’m dying to suck into my mouth.
My gaze lowers over her flat stomach to her sheer black panties, and through them I can make out a narrow strip of neatly trimmed hair in the middle of her mound.
A deep rumble comes from the back of my throat, and my belly clenches tightly when Cassie teeters on her high heels, her thighs parting slightly with the small movement. Her underwear moves against her body, and I get a glimpse of that tiny gap between her pussy lips that begs to be filled with my fingers.
My pulse goes haywire as I admire her body.
Fuck, she’s hot.
I’m tired of being the good guy, the dependable one. I’m sick of putting my own needs behind the needs of everyone else. I’ve done that my entire life. It’s time to take what I want. And I want this.
I want her .
“Spread your legs,” I whisper gruffly.
She hesitates.
I walk closer before coming to a standstill right in front of her. “You look so goddamn beautiful like this, Cassie. Let me see you. Let me see all of you.”
She moistens her lips. “Is this really what you want? Be honest with me, Quinn. And be honest with yourself.”
The deer-in-the-headlights look she’s giving me ignites all my senses and awakens a desire inside me that I’ve repeatedly tried to placate with music and vodka and women who mean nothing to me. Cassie is nothing like those women. She’s the illicit drug I’ve avoided my whole life. But now I’m an addict in desperate need of a hit.
“I want this.” My voice sounds low and strangled even to my own ears. Laced with desire. “Tell me you want this, too.”
“I do,” she breathes.
“This changes everything, Cassie.”
“I know.”
“You good with that? ”
A breathy noise slips out of her mouth. “Yes.”
Taking both her hands in mine, I lift them slowly above her head, walking us backward until her bare back meets the wall behind her. “Keep your hands up here.” My words come out as a demand in a desperate, raspy tone. “And spread your legs.”
A shiver races across Cassie’s chest, over her arms, down her stomach. She obeys, keeping the back of her hands pressed firmly against the wall, and spreading her feet farther apart.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur.
My voice is devastatingly deep, so low it sounds sinister. I hope I’m not scaring her, but I’m finding it very hard to control myself. She looks so striking stretched out in front of me like this with the black of her underwear in stark contrast to the fairness of her skin.
Breathe, Quinn. Just breathe.
My fingertips trace down the length of her arms, over her ribs, her sides, and then I move my hands around her hips to the small of her back.
I pull her into me so now her back is arched, and her tits are right there for the taking.
“Oh god,” she breathes roughly, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Need these in my mouth,” I say fiercely, cupping the heavy underside of her right breast with the palm of my hand.
The moan escaping her lips when I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth is consent enough, so I suck on her tight flesh until my breath spirals out of my lungs, and my blood is racing through my veins at a deadly speed. Saliva floods my mouth as I flick my tongue over her pretty pink skin, before pulling her entire nipple between my lips.
Cassie’s head lolls to the side. “That feels so good.” She arches her back even more, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth.
“Hated seeing that prick’s hands on you,” I murmur, releasing one nipple with a wet pop. I turn my attention to the other side. Her tits are a perfect handful, firm and round and the thought of staying in this position for the entire night sends a surge of heat straight to the tip of my cock. “Fucking hated it.”
She’s squirming around like crazy.
“Can you keep still for me?”
I don’t know if she nods or whimpers or begs but when I slowly sink to my knees in front of her, I definitely hear her gasping for air.
Splaying my hands across her flat stomach, I press her back against the wall to steady her. “I want to taste you.”
“Okay,” she whimpers.
I rub my nose along the seam of her panties, breathing in the delicious scent of her body, and when I graze my teeth over the elastic, making it snap back against her skin, my cock almost hammers its way straight out of my pants, begging to get inside her.
“Quinn,” she trembles.
The subtle outline of her pussy lips sits just beneath the sheer lace, and from what I can already tell, they’re soaked through with her arousal
Oh, fuck yeah, baby.
I stretch my tie to one side of my neck and then jerk it over my head. Unbuttoning my shirt, I strip it off my shoulders and toss it onto the floor beside me.
Cassie sucks back a sharp breath when she gazes with hungry eyes down at my bare chest. I can’t stop myself. I want to keep that look in her eyes. I want to shock her, push her boundaries.
Bringing my hand slowly toward her body, I trace the tip of my index finger slowly up and down over the silhouette of her swollen lips. Then I move the black fabric to one side, exposing her most sensitive skin to the cool air, and Cassie’s entire body lurches when I lean in and capture her clit with my mouth.
My tongue swirls around and around, and I lose myself in her and the sexy sounds she’s making. My hands grip her thighs, spreading her open even wider for my mouth to kiss and lick and suck her sweet flesh.
“Please…” she cries out.
Her legs stiffen, and she rises up onto her toes. But I keep her right where I want her, continuing to draw pleasure out of her. I don’t stop. My tongue is ruthless, and just when I don’t think she can take much more, I slip my middle finger up inside her. Fuck . The feeling of Cassie’s slick, warm pussy contracting around my finger is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. She’s tight. Really tight.
Her hands fall from the wall, and she digs her fingers into my hair, holding me to her, and I welcome the sharp sting that comes with it because just the thought of Cassie getting off on my tongue supersedes anything else.
Glancing up over her soft mound, I add another finger, curling them to stroke her inner walls while my tongue continues to torture her silky nub, burying my face where my dick really wants to be. But he’ll just have to wait his turn because this feels too good to rush.
“Quinn,” she begs, grabbing the wall, grabbing my head, grabbing whatever she can to hold onto. Her legs start quivering, and she’s breathing really hard. “Don’t stop, please. I want…”
I know what she wants. Needs. She’s squirming again, rolling her hips.
“Hold on,” I murmur against her pink flesh.
With one final hard suck, her thighs clamp down around my face, and her hips shoot up as if she’s been struck by lightning, sending her spiraling into a stunning release.
Her hair tumbles around her shoulders when her head falls back. Her mouth is open in silent gratitude, and her eyelids flutter shut as pleasure courses over and over again throughout her body.
She’s one shuddering mass of sensation.
I did that to her. Me .
Hell. Yes.