Chapter 13
Reid
It’s after midnight and I’m sautéing pancetta and onions as a base for our pasta sauce.
The penne is simmering in salted water so I need to work fast, but it’s not easy when Quinn is pressing against my back, her arms wrapped around me as her hands explore my bare chest. She’s making it hard to concentrate. She’s making everything goddamn hard.
I like how relaxed she is with me. It’s as if I’ve fucked that attitude right out of her, if only for a few hours, but I’ll take whatever meagre crumbs she throws at me. The house is still, and Quinn doesn’t seem worried about Jason coming out of his room and catching us. Neither am I.
I’d love the unsuspecting gardener to show his face.
It would make my argument for Quinn to leave with me so much easier.
I wish I’d been able to persuade her to come back to the cabin, or better still, Chicago.
I can’t bear the thought of leaving, which is why I’m still here and my brothers are having a hissy fit.
Jake updated Ash on my unscheduled detour immediately, and messages have been flying ever since, mostly in one direction because I’ve been too busy to respond. I didn’t intend to stay this long, but Quinn has been seeing to all my needs.
She’d left me in her bedroom only long enough to go downstairs and make excuses to Jason. She told him she had a migraine, and not to expect to see her for the rest of the day. When she’d returned, we’d feasted on Pringles and each other, then we’d fucked in the shower.
Once night had fallen, I thought we’d have some peace from my brothers. They know Quinn can’t sneak me out past the guards this late without raising suspicion, and I’m happy to be trapped. Unfortunately, my family doesn’t share that view.
I’m tipping a can of chopped tomatoes into the pan when my cell phone vibrates in my pocket with an incoming call.
“Are you going to answer that?” asks Quinn.
“Feeding you is my only priority,” I say, as I throw some herbs and spices into the mix. “I need you to keep your strength up if I’m going to fuck you through to morning.” I hold up a jar of crushed red pepper flakes. “How spicy do you like it?”
Her low chuckle is like a siren song pulling me to the rocks. “I’ll take as much as you can give.”
I tip a generous portion of flakes into the pan, no longer caring what the food tastes like. “Quinn, baby, I hope you can eat fast.”
Her hand slides down to the prominent bulge pressing painfully against my zipper. “I’ve even been known to multi-task.”
There’s a flurry of activity as I drain the pasta and Quinn sets out two bowls. Pasta sauce splatters on the countertop as I serve up. Wordlessly, I take our food over to the kitchen table, but I tug her arm when she goes to take a seat.
“I think you’ll be more comfortable on top,” I say, hoisting her up and setting her down on the table. I slip off her sleep shorts and pull up a chair. “I might start with an appetizer.”
As I hook Quinn’s legs over my shoulders, she rests back on her elbows, watching intently as I go down on her.
She bites down on her kiss-swollen lips as I take my first swipe along her center with my flattened tongue.
She tastes like a dream I don’t want to wake up from.
I lick again, pushing my tongue into her entrance where her hot juices are already flowing.
“I could eat you morning, noon and night.”
“Won’t you get bored having the same thing?”
“No.”
I say it with a conviction I feel in my soul. I like women. I like women a lot, and I’ve spent most of my adult life thinking my kind of loving was made to be shared. And I shared a lot. Sometimes singularly, sometimes not.
“I don’t want anyone else. Ever,” I clarify. My gaze sharpens. “This is all I need.”
Her body jerks as I trail my tongue slowly upwards then seal my lips around her clit. I suck and tease the throbbing bundle of nerves hard enough to elicit her cry. I keep using my tongue as I slide my fingers into her. Her pussy walls clench, and my balls contract in response.
Curling my fingers, I pump her hard and steady until her whimpers turn feral. Her thighs hold my head in a vice grip. She’s so close to unravelling, but when I think she’s on the edge, my hand stills.
“Tell me this is mine, Quinn,” I demand. “Tell me it’s all for me.”
“It’s yours,” she gasps. “Only yours.”
I stand up and let her legs drop to the side as I lean over her. I’m reaching for the back of Quinn’s head to pull her close, but my hand goes to her throat instead. Fear and anger overwhelm me as my fingers wrap around her neck, but I’m the one who chokes when I try to get the next words out.
“Promise you won’t give yourself to him. Not even for your sister.”
Quinn’s body stills except for the steep rise of her chest. “You know I can’t–”
My fingers tighten around her throat while my other hand pulls down my zipper. “Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence,” I warn. “If your sister loves you half as much as you love her, she wouldn’t let you sacrifice yourself this way. Ilya doesn’t get to touch you, Quinn. Swear it.”
She tugs my hand away from her neck with ease and kisses my palm. “If there’s a way–”
I don’t wait for her to give me a half-hearted promise. I shove down my jeans and wrap a fist around my shaft. “Promise you’ll only worship this cock.”
Quinn quirks an eyebrow. “Worship?”
She’s trying to be playful, but the tear trickling down her cheek gives her away. “Worship,” I confirm. “Just like I worship you.”
Her eyes search mine as she fights some internal battle, but as she looks down between us, a trembling smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “I swear that’s the only cock I’ll worship.”
My tensed muscles relax in all but one area. I scramble to retrieve a condom from my pocket and roll it on. Hooking an arm under her knee, I pull Quinn closer and inch my way into her. If I can’t abduct this woman and sabotage her mission, hearing that promise is the next best thing.
“Now, where were we?”
“You were about to make me co–”
I cut off her words with a deep thrust so I’m buried inside her to the hilt. There’s no gentle entry this time. Despite all our fucking, my need to possess Quinn has only grown.
“It would be my pleasure to hear you scream my name again, but first you need to eat, Viper,” I tell her. I grab the nearest bowl and spear pasta onto a fork. “Open.”
Quinn lets me feed her, closing her eyes and moaning as she swallows. “Seriously, Reid, this is so delicious. You cook for me. Feed me. Fuck me.” She has a self-satisfied smile on her face that makes her eyes sparkle. “You’ve ruined me for any other man.”
I pull back then thrust into her again. “That was the plan.”
She takes the fork and scoops up more pasta. “That might be true, but you’re not some devious manipulator. You’d do this anyway.”
“I would.”
Her hand is shaking as she feeds me, and sauce dribbles down my chin.
She licks me clean while I fuck her some more.
We grind against each other as we finish off one bowl of pasta and move onto the next.
Quinn’s ankles are locked around my waist, and I hold her close as we enjoy the slow burning heat we’ve created.
The sparks we make are so close to catching, but neither of us are in a hurry to get to the explosive finish line.
My cell vibrates against my thigh with another incoming call as I swallow a mouthful of pasta. My brothers are angry with me, Mace in particular. He’d made me promise not to do anything reckless before heading back to Chicago, but even he wouldn’t call so late just to give me a hard time.
Quinn reads the worry on my face. “You should answer it.”
I set down the remainder of our meal, and reach for my phone. It is Mace. “Hey,” I say in my cheeriest tone.
“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
It’s a good sign. If there was an emergency, he wouldn’t lead with insults.
“I know,” I say, wedging the phone between my shoulder and ear so I can put my hands to better use.
“Good. Now get your dick out of Quinn, and go to the spot where we broke through the fence last time. Jake’s waiting.”
My brow furrows as I cast a glance around the kitchen. “Are you sure there are no cameras in here?” I ask Quinn.
“No. Definitely not.”
Mace erupts down the line. “For fuck’s sake, it was a figure of speech. Are you fucking her right now?”
I stroke my thumb over Quinn’s stretched opening as I move inside her. “Would you rather I ignored your call?”
My brother is dumbstruck for once. It’s rare that I win an argument, and to celebrate, I trail my fingers up to Quinn’s clit. With just the softest of pinches, her head tips back and she doesn’t quite manage to swallow her moan.
“Jake is waiting,” Mace hisses. “Finish what you’re doing and fucking move. Asshole.”
When the line goes dead, I let my phone clatter to the table.
“You’re going?” Quinn asks, her shaking voice a reflection of the emotions constricting my throat.
“I can’t leave my team waiting,” I say, swallowing hard as I pull out and drive home again. And being inside this woman is home. I don’t want to leave.
There’s no knowing when I’ll see her again, or what will happen in the meantime. We’re back to the now and it’s too damn little.
With my next thrust, I promise to protect her.
With the next, I tell myself she’s mine to keep forever.
Quinn trembles beneath me, clawing at the skin on my back and making her own claim.
I want to pull out long enough to rip off the condom so I can empty my load into her.
I want my cum dripping out of her when I leave.
And one day, I will get what I want. I will own her completely.
“Reid,” Quinn moans as her back arches. “I’m so close. Oh, god, don’t stop. Just fuck me, baby. Fuck me!”
I nuzzle her neck as I pound into her harder and faster. “Careful, Quinn,” I pant. “Your feelings are showing. You just called me baby.”
“Fuck you, asshole!” she cries out, coming with my favorite name on her lips as her pussy shatters around my cock. And where Quinn leads, I follow.