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Well, that was a little rude, but I get why he did it. If you give Robert an inch, he takes a mile.
“We’ll, uh, see you back at the campground?” I ask, and Robert narrows his eyes with a nod.
“Yep. I think I’ll stay here for a bit and catch a tour.”
“You do that,” I say and then lie, “It was really good to see you again.”
“Same here. You take care and call me…when you find yourself free again.”
Quinn bristles at this, but I pull him away, not wanting to get into it with Robert, just wanting to escape it all.
I lead Quinn back to my truck and open his door for him. He flushes crimson as he pulls himself inside. I check out his ass for a second before wrenching my eyes away. But honestly, what’s a little ogling when our hard dicks touched earlier?
I’m not sure it matters much anymore.
Not sure I can keep this train from chugging down its path.
Next stop is more bad decisions. Fucking choo-choo.
When I hop into the driver’s seat, Quinn reaches over and pulls my hand back into his. There’s no need to do this now that Robert isn’t here, but I don’t stop him.
“Want to find a place to eat?” I ask, turning my gaze to the road, and Quinn nods.
“Yeah, I’m starving.”
We head back toward St. Ignace and find a small diner off the side of the road. After parking, we head inside and are led to a booth by the waitress. Instead of sitting across the table, Quinn slides in next to me, his leg bumping into mine.
Then suddenly, I feel his hand on my thigh, and I peek over at him. His gaze is on the menu in front of him, and I force myself to do the same, but I can feel his fingers tightening against me and my cock responding. It starts to lengthen down my thigh and my breaths come out in quick succession.
“You okay?” Quinn turns to look at me, and I manage to give him a small nod and a wobbly smile.
If Quinn placed his hand on my cock right now, who knows what I’d do.
No, I know exactly what I’d do. I’d behaveresponsibly. Like the adult in this relationship. Or, whatever the fuck this is.
“Yeah, just…you know…hungry.”
He smiles softly at me. “Yeah, me too.”
The way he says it makes me shift in my seat. It sounds like he wants to eat me for dinner, and to be honest, at this moment, I would probably let him. Which is why I need to put some space between us.
Things have gotten out of hand.
“I think you should sit on the other side of the booth,” I tell him, and Quinn cocks his head at me.
“No thanks,” he says, going back to the menu, and I huff. God, he doesn’t even listen to me. I have no authority here.
Oh god. I am so screwed.
“Quinn,” I say sternly, and he shudders.
“Say my name again, Grey. I love hearing it roll off your tongue.”
I pull my lips between my teeth, and he watches them closely, almost like he wants to kiss me.
I must be going crazy to think that. But then again, his hand is on my thigh. And it hasn’t left.
I gulp, feeling aroused and nervous and fucking confused.
