I roll my eyes, elbowing him in the ribs as I say, “Yeah, you already knew we were together.”
“Yeah, but now you’re like, together-together, right?” he asks with a laugh.
“Miles, if this is your juvenile way of asking if Quinn and I are having sex because you can’t say fucking or whatever, then my answer would be, none of your business.”
He lets out a loud laugh, his arm slipping into a headlock as he says, “I don’t need to ask, dumbass, we all heard you.”
“So why did you feel the need to ask then?” I ask him.
“I’m asking if this is like seriously official, not if you two are fucking,” my brother says. “I know you, Kai, you’re never not fucking.”
No, not last night, that’s for sure.
It’s safe to say Quinn and I spent an awful lot of last night fucking. And again this morning too. So much so that my blue balls have well and truly gone. Not that I’ve gotten enough though, because I’m planning on pinning her against the front door as soon as I get to her house this afternoon. Plan on fucking her all night again too.
I jab him in the stomach so he lets me go. “Yes, it’s official,” I tell him. “And before you ask, no, I am not seeing anyone else.”
“Good,” he says, giving me a smile.
Now it’s me smiling as I say, “Yeah, it is good, really good. So good, in fact, that I need to get going so I can go see my girl.” I turn and grab my stuff, leaving my brother standing in the middle of the workshop as I add, “Can you hit the lights and lock up before you leave? Thanks!”
“I told you it would happen one day,” Miles shouts, and I respond by flipping him off.
On the way to Quinn’s, I text her to let her know I’m on the way. She doesn’t respond, and when I turn into her long drive, I see why.
A huge-ass, black SUV is parked in front of her house, and when I look up at the front porch, I see Quinn, a fucking terrified look on her face, as some guy stands aggressively in front of her, his hands clenched into fists as he towers over her.
I’m out of the car before it’s even fully stopped, as I stalk up to the front porch and push this guy out of the way.
“Get the fuck away from her,” I shout, pulling Quinn into my arms. She’s trembling, her face streaked with tears as she clings to me. I press a kiss to her forehead, whispering, “You okay?”
This guy lets out a harsh laugh as he steps closer and says, “Do you know who the fuck I am?”
As soon as I look up at him, I know exactly who he is. And it’s not just because I’ve seen his photo plastered all over magazine covers or the internet, or that I’ve seen him on my brother’s band’s Instagram page either.
I wouldn’t need to recognize this douche to know who he is from the angry and possessive way he is staring at Quinn as I hold her in my arms.
Which is why I respond with, “I don’t give a fuck who you are, asshole, you need to leave.” No way am I giving this prick the satisfaction of fawning all over him.
He laughs again, shoving a hand through his slicked-back hair. His eyes are bloodshot, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s drunk. “No, you need to take your hands off my wife,” he shouts, lurching forward.
I stand my ground, my arms tightening around Quinn. “Ex-wife, asshole.”
“Not yet,” he says in a sing-song voice, like this is all a game to him. “She hasn’t signed the papers.”
I want to shout at him that it’s because she doesn’t want to be bought or gagged or treated like a piece of shit instead of the woman he supposedly loved. But this isn’t my stuff to say, and I sure as shit don’t want to give away any of how Quinn is feeling to this guy.
“Fuck. Off.”
Beside me, Quinn whispers, “He has my keys.”
This asshole holds them out, as though he’s taunting her, and I want to punch him so bad. Instead, I reach out and snatch the keys from his hand, fast enough to make him flinch. I smile at the movement, tipping my head toward his obnoxious car.
“Last time, asshole. Fuck off or I’m calling the cops.”
His gaze moves from me to Quinn, his eyes hard as he says, “This isn’t over, Quinn. This?—”
I turn and unlock the door, taking her inside before he has a chance to finish his sentence. I watch from the peephole to make sure he leaves, and the second his tires spin on the gravel, I fall back against the front door, taking Quinn with me.
