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Oh shit.
What the hell did he just see?
ChapterTwenty-Two
Grey
Idon’t go home right away. I take a nice long scenic drive across town and then park in a Walmart parking lot and people-watch. You can see a lot of weird shit go down in one of those. It distracts me from my heartache a bit.
When I finally head home, Winter is asleep on the seat, his head in my lap, and I’m exhausted—emotionally, mentally, and physically. I want to hibernate for the rest of the summer. I wonder if that would be possible. Maybe I should quit my job, pack up, and travel like Quinn suggested.
But then, the thought of traveling alone makes my heart hurt. I don’t want to be alone anymore.
I pull my truck into my driveway, put it in park, and hop out. Winter clambers down after me, and before I can grab on to his leash, he bolts forward.
And then I see the shape of him.Quinn is sitting on my porch, his head leaning back against the door, his long legs spread out before him. As soon as he hears the clang of Winter’s leash, he bolts upright so quickly that he falls to the side and throws his hands out to steady himself.
“Quinn,” I whisper and his eyes meet mine.
“Hey,” he says, Winter jumping on him and wagging his tail excitedly.
I take a step closer, and then another, my heartbeat pounding in my chest. I can hear it in my ears, it’s deafening.
Quinn starts to move his lips, trying to communicate with me, but I can’t make out the words coming out of his mouth. I can’t fucking hear past the white noise roaring in my head. God, I missed him. I fucking felt his absence.
“Huh?” I manage to ask, my eyes honing in on his lips. He wets them, and I feel like I’m going to combust.
Why is he so far away? Why the fuck is he all the way over there?
His breath stutters out of him and his hands clench into fists at his sides, and I want nothing more than to step into him, to crash against his chest and press my lips against his.
“You took a while to come home,” he says, and I manage a small nod.
“Took a detour.”
He lets out a shaky breath and uncurls his fingers. I can see the clay on them, thosefuckinghands. I want them on me.
It’s all ruined anyways. What does it matter if I take what I want? What the fuck does it matter? Everything bad that could happen has already happened. I have nothing more to lose.
“I waited,” he says and rolls those red lips between his teeth.
Don’t take them away from me.
“I didn’t know you were here. I thought…” my voice cracks and I inhale shakily, so fucking relieved he didn’t go home with someone else. Someone that wasn’t me.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “No. Never.”
Our eyes lock and we move at the same time, our bodies colliding, my hands moving around his waist and pulling him into me. His hands clutch my face, dragging my lips down to his, kissing me desperately, his tongue slashing into my mouth—tasting,owning.
I whine as I reach down, needing him closer, needing him inside of me. I heft him into my arms and his legs wrap around my waist as we crash into the house. Winter falls in step beside us, but he goes ignored as the door slams shut behind us. I press Quinn up against the wall, grinding against him, feeling his cock swell against mine.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, wrenching his lips from mine and trailing kisses down my neck, biting, licking, taking. “Fuck, I missed you.”
I’m gasping and arching up against him, needing something only he can give me. And he’s just as feral. He’s practically clawing his nails down my skin, his teeth sinking into my neck.
“I want in you,” Quinn hisses as he bites down on my shoulder so hard it stings. I arch back, and his lips leave me with an audible pop. I clutch on to him tighter and carry him to the bedroom.
When I step inside, I toss him onto the bed and shut the door, pushing Winter to the other side so we can have some privacy. Because I need privacy for what we’re about to do—for what I’m going to let him do to me.
