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“You too, Quaid,” I order, indicating his clothes look just as filthy.
Quaid smirks at me and waits for my dad to be out of earshot before he traps me against the doorframe. He’s gotten so big over the years that now I have to crane my head all the way back to see his glorious face. He leans down just enough for his mouth to be against my earlobe, his proximity alone leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
“I thought you liked me dirty?” he says in a mischievous tone.
My skin instantly comes alive with his salacious innuendo, and I lick my lips to put some moisture back onto my parched mouth.
“Go and take a shower, Quaid. You stink,” I lie.
He doesn’t.
He smells like earth, the sun and all man.
He bites my lobe, and my lids close of their own accord.
Unlike Logan, Quaid isn’t afraid of lavishing me with affection. Actually, he’s the complete opposite. He’s all for leaving me hot and bothered. I think he enjoys seeing me in pain.
I push his chest away to gain some needed distance, but Quaid is having none of it.
“Go. Dad will be out any minute,” I warn.
He groans, his erection digging into my belly.
“I think you better start dinner without me. I’m probably going to take longer in the shower.”
I crease my brows together in confusion, and he pulls my hand to cup his hard cock over his sweatpants. No inhibitions whatsoever. That’s Quaid for you. My cheeks flush at his meaning, but my eyes don’t stray away from his forest greens. He leans closer and groans into my ear.
“It’s either beat my dick into submission in the shower, or bend you against the kitchen counter. What do you say, princess? You think we can get in a quickie before your dad uses his shotgun on me? Not the worst way to go out.” I don’t have to see it to feel his flirtatious smile burn into my cheek.
“Just go,” I croak, needy, my palm on his chest.
“Want to join me?”
I furrow my brows, my threat ingrained deep on my face.
“Stop playing and go, Quaid. I mean it,” I tell him more forcefully, this time pushing on his chest as hard as I can so he can give me back some breathing room. With Quaid, it’s hard not to be left breathless.
He lets out a long exhale and takes a deep whiff of my perfume before kissing my cheek and letting me go. Finally.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t start without me.” He winks.
I nod and pretend I still have something to do, when in reality, all I’m thinking is how I wish I could follow him into the bathroom and watch him stroke himself with images of me.
And hence my dilemma.
Logan refuses to touch me, tormenting me with his restraint.
Quaid can’t keep his hands off me, torturing me with desire.
And Carter…Carter wants me to beg for his touch.
All three infuriate me.
Worst of all, all three boys have my heart and there is nothing I can do about it.
Or want to for that fact.
Twenty minutes later, we are all sitting at our kitchen table, enjoying Dad’s latest Italian dish.
