There’s no thought, no questioning. One minute we’re staring at each other. The next, her mouth is on mine. Quincy kisses me, the answer I so desperately want.
She tightens around me, another orgasm sneaking up on her, and it doesn’t take long for me to follow her. When I come, I come with a groan. Shuddering while I spill inside her, relief when I’m empty and totally spent.
“Fuck,” I groan, limbs heavy. “That was—”
“Unbelievable.” Quincy laughs, dropping her forehead against mine. “God. We made a mess.”
“I like when you’re messy. I like it more when I’m the one who made you this way.” I wince, sharp pain shooting up my leg. “Ow.”
“Iknewyou were hurt.” She adjusts her position, looking at me. “Tell me what you need.”
“Nothing that we can do right now.” An emergency alert blaresfrom our phones, grounding us back in reality. “But I’ll wrap it with a bandage just in case. We should probably get dressed. The water levels concern me, and we don’t need to be evacuating naked.”
“Did you mean what you said?” Quincy pulls back, covering her chest with her hands. “About being yours?”
“This isn’t just sex for me. Not anymore,” I tell her. “And I don’t think it is for you either.”
“No.” She shakes her head, a smile there. “It’s not. I don’t fuck my friends like that.”
“I hope to god you don’t. I really don’t want to get in a physical altercation with Nate or Cooper.”
Quincy laughs and climbs off me, sitting in the space between my legs. “Only you.” She touches her cheek, then her heart. “No one else.”
There isn’t anyone else for me, either, and all I can think about while we wait out the rest of the storm is figuring out a way to stick around town and not leave her for New York.
THE RAINY DAY SHOW COMMENT SECTION
@ItsRainingPugs:Has anyone heard an update from S&Q? The last footage they posted was over a day ago. I hope they’re okay.
@BeakersAndBarometers:Cell service is always shitty after a storm. I bet they haven’t been able to get online. My mom is in Port Charlotte, near where they are, and I just got off the phone with her for the first time.
@AlexG007:Is your mom okay,@BeakersAndBarometers?
@BeakersAndBarometers:Yes! Feeling very grateful. Thanks for asking,@AlexG007.
@PoisonIvy3:The last live stream Quincy did was harrowing. My god. The sounds in the video were from out of this world. Hoping everyone in the path is doing okay.
I wake up to a cramp in my calf.
My skin is a sticky, sweaty mess, and I smell like I’ve spent the last two days rolling around in a pile of garbage. I yawn and stretch my neck to the side, clueless as to what time it is.
It could be noon. It could be three a.m. Without windows or any idea what’s happening in the outside world, all I’m sure of is the porcelain bathtub cold under my ass. The scent of sex in the air. Quincy wrapped around me, her head on my chest and her breath warm against my neck.
I don’t want to move.
She looks so peaceful, and it feels like I get punched in the gut when I see the tiny scratch right above her collarbone. I make a vow right then and there that I will never let her get hurt again.
When she peels her body away from mine and sits up, a wince crosses her face when she opens her eyes.
“It smells like roadkill in here.” She sniffs and wrinkles her nose. “There’s no running water, so a sponge bath is going to have to do.”
“Hey.” I scoot back so she can have more room. Two tall people in a small bathtub hasn’t been comfortable, but we made it work. “Did you get some sleep?”
“I think I did. I don’t know what I was dreaming and what’s real.” Her gaze flicks up to the ceiling then back down to me. “How long have you been awake?”
“Only a few minutes. I thought about checking what time itis, but my phone is on the counter. I didn’t want to wake you up before you were ready.”
I need to get a hold of Cooper and Mia and make sure everyone is okay. My texts stopped going through late afternoon yesterday, and I’m not hopeful I’ll have any service until we make it out of town.
