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- Madeline -
I don’t know what came over me. All I knew was that I didn’t have the words to tell him what I was feeling, and I didn’t want the moment to pass without him knowing.
Obviously, it was a relief to learn that the bed thing was an honest mistake, that it wasn’t feelings for my brother he’d been hiding, but feelings for me. But it was more than that. After a week of being treated like I was too dumb to get a Starbucks order right, discovering what he did for me nearly moved me to tears.
My own boss was still calling me Addy. Or Adeline, when she was disappointed in something I did, which was about six times a day. Yet on the other side of town, there was a man who’d secretly shown me kindness he hadn’t even wanted thanks for.
It was too much. And so was he with his mess of bedhead, his ironclad stomach, and his morning wood, which had been distracting me from the moment I saw it straining in his dark boxers. Seriously, what kind of guy stayed hard even after smacking his head on a nightstand and being interrogated about his sexuality?
Granted, I was pretty sure I had something to do with it, since the way his eyes kept sweeping over my thin tank top and tiny shorts made me feel like I was being dangled over a firepit, my body heating from top to toe. No question the way he looked at me was enough to make me want to climb him. But hearing that he was happy he woke up beside me? That’s what made my knees give out.
For years, I’d settled for crude Tinder messages, tacky innuendos, and the most unromantic propositions you could imagine. So his sweet admission felt like a breath of fresh air in a sewer, and I wanted to thank him for it. Like a woman. Not like his best friend’s little sister who he always believed was a delicate, innocent girl. But like a woman. A woman who wanted him back, a woman who craved his touch, his taste. A woman who could handle him.
And handle him I did. It wasn’t easy, though. His dick was so hard I feared I’d chip a tooth if my lips slipped from under my teeth, and he felt even bigger in my mouth than he did in my hand. But he felt good, too. I loved the soreness that built up in my jaw as his swelling forced my mouth wide, loved the way his thick head teased the back of my throat as I slid my lips towards the base of his smooth shaft. Most of all, I loved the way he pulled my hair when I moaned around him. Like he couldn’t even help himself. Like I made him forget to be gentle with me.
It made me feel so sexy to hear the strained noises I drew from him, to hear him say my name in an unfamiliar, gravelly tone. Each time he said it, it gave me new energy, and I willed him to come for me, to give me everything he had. Because sucking him made me feel so wet and thirsty that I knew his release would be my own.
When he warned me that he was going to come, I sank the fingers of my left hand into his firm ass and pulled him close, giving him permission to stay where he was, permission to fill me. And fill me he did. His hips slammed forward with the force of his orgasm, and his hot load blew down my throat with so much power I had to forgo breathing to swallow everything he gave me. Meanwhile, his large hand held the back of my head, supporting me through the jerks of his aftershocks until he had nothing left.
My hands slid down his muscular thighs one last time before I sat back on my heels and slumped to one side, catching myself on an outstretched arm as my tiredness caught up with me. I wiped the wet edges of my mouth and looked up at him in time to see a goofy grin burst across his face. I couldn’t have been prouder if I’d stuck a Chicago flag in the moon.
Quinn slid down the wall, panting as he bent one knee and left the other outstretched beside me, his thick cock strewn across his thigh like it was as exhausted as I was.
Be cool, I thought. Don’t ask him how it was. Don’t ask him if it was okay. Don’t be pathetic and needy.
His shiny blue eyes found mine. “That was…adequate.”
“Very funny.” If I weren’t positive he was joking, the comment might’ve made me insecure, but he was looking at me like I’d just trotted out of a mystical woodland with a band of fairy minstrels. Did he know he was looking at me like I was enchanted? Because I’d definitely never seen him go so long without resorting to his stoic resting face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked finally, feeling a little embarrassed by the attention.
He reached forward and pushed some hair away from my face, his touch enough to make an unexpected lump rise in my throat. “Because you don’t take your eyes off a firecracker when it’s sparking.”
My cheeks flushed with warmth, and I fought the urge to inch closer to him, the urge to cuddle my way into is arms.
“Are you too full for breakfast?” he asked, clearly pleased with his dirty question.
I scolded him with my eyes for a moment before my stomach growled so loud I wished I had a pet tiger I could blame it on.
Quinn laughed. “Can I take that as a no?”
The sight of him laughing naked with a mop of sexy bedhead made me wish I had a camera so I could make him the wallpaper on my phone and laptop and…bedroom wall. “I could eat,” I admitted. “Maybe some eggs. Or a large pony.”
His smile pulled to one side. “A large pony, huh? Not hungry enough for a full horse?”
“Ponies are more tender.”
“Pony it is then,” he said, his blue eyes pinning me in place. “Any excuse to watch you lick those lips again.”
I stuck my tongue out and dragged it along my top lip like a cartoon wolf.
His stomach flexed with his laughter before he rose to his feet and helped me up. But as soon as I met his eyes again, his expression grew serious. “I’m sorry I avoided you all week, Maddy.”
I swallowed.
“It’s not that I’m not into you, okay?”
I held my breath, hoping for more.
“I just…the last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable, especially around me.”
I sighed. “I’m not as delicate as you think, Quinn.” I smoothed my fingertips across his cheekbone and along his hardened jaw, drinking him in as greedily as I drank in his need only moments ago. “You’re not going to break me, okay?”
His blue eyes softened as they searched mine. “It’s not breaking you I’m worried about.”
