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At Quentin’s guffaw, the men I loved headed for the loft’s door. A quiver of resistance ran down the middle of my chest, and my lips parted before I’d really thought the impulse through.
“You’re not all going to leave without giving me a kiss goodbye, are you?”
If Quentin couldn’t handle the fact that I was completely enmeshed with all three of these men too, then it was better we found out now rather than after I’d fallen for him more than I already had.
He didn’t make a sound, just watching me with wary curiosity and running his thumb over my thigh. The other three guys made their way back over, understanding shining in their eyes.
Rafael reached me first. He tangled his strong fingers in my hair and pulled my head back to meet his demanding kiss as if I weren’t currently perched on another man, as if I existed for him alone. And in the moment while our mouths melded together, that might as well have been true.
He eased back, leaving my lips tingling, and Jasper was there an instant later. My partner gave me one of his small but warm smiles as he leaned in to claim my mouth for himself.
Jasper kissed me deeply, thoroughly, as if to ensure I’d remember him after he walked out the door. Like there was any chance I’d forget his gruffly passionate presence. As he pulled back, Niko slid a hand up his arm to his shoulder in both a caress and a nudge out of the way.
Our coach tucked his fingers under my chin and offered a gentle kiss that was both short and sweet. He winked at me as he stepped away. “Have fun. The tea’s there when you’re ready for it. We’ll make sure there are no unwanted interruptions.”
My gaze dropped to Quentin’s face. His eyes flicked from Niko back to me, and the heat I saw burning there set off an ache between my thighs. A faint flush had colored his cheeks, and when he wet his lips again, I saw nothing but desire in the gesture.
“Had to make a point, did you?” he murmured as the door clicked shut behind the other guys.
I gave him my version of his usual smirk. “I thought you liked it when I kicked your ass?”
He sputtered a laugh and reached for me, but his hand simply lingered against my face, his fingertips tracing my hairline down to my cheek. His bright blue eyes seemed to be drinking me in, like brilliant pools I could drown in.
I studied him in turn, grazing my fingers along the line of his jaw, stroking my thumb over the scar that notched his lower lip. There was no need to hurry. In a lot of ways, we were just getting to know each other.
But I already knew the most important things about him. That beneath the prickly, arrogant exterior lay a guy who craved affection and acceptance. That the man beneath me possessed a selfless streak deep enough that he’d put his life on the line for me without a second thought.
I hadn’t been sure I could feel this way about him when I’d first seen him here in Austin. It’d taken time for those walls to come down, for him to show the vulnerabilities he’d been covering up and let the asshole front drop. Now, knowing I’d almost lost him, I couldn’t imagine letting him go.
“I told you I’d convince you to give me a chance eventually,” he said with a hint of a growl in his voice.
I laughed lightly and bowed my head over his so my breath would brush over his face. “And you only had to almost die to manage it.”
Quentin made a soft scoffing sound. “Worth it.”
Then he was pulling my mouth back to his.
Our early kisses were slow and lingering, tasting each other and testing what felt best while our hands explored each other’s bodies, careful of our respective injuries. But with each meeting of our lips, the passion between us sparked hotter. Quentin’s chest hitched, and he kissed me more fervently, dipping his hand right beneath my shirt.
I tilted my position to allow him easier access, and my pussy ground against the bulge at the crotch of his training pants. We both groaned, the sound reverberating between our lungs, and dove in for another kiss.
Quentin massaged my breasts through my bra and then slipped his hand behind me to unsnap the garment. As it drooped loose beneath my shirt, his slim fingers delved beneath the fabric to caress me skin to skin.
His thumb flicked over my pebbling nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure through my chest. I gasped and ground against him more insistently.
Quentin let out a full growl, devouring my mouth as he worked over my breasts. His hips rocked upward to press his erection against my throbbing cunt. I whimpered, a tremor of need passing through me, and he eased back with a shaky exhalation and a renewed smirk.
“I love how you tremble for me. Like you can’t wait for me to touch you everywhere.”
“So why are you taking so long to get on with it?” I grumbled playfully.
His answering laugh was lost in another kiss. But he answered my impatience by tugging my shirt off of me, and naturally I had to strip off his in turn, lifting it carefully around his bandaged shoulder. Then I raked my fingers down the compact but solid muscles of his slender chest and earned a tremble of my own.
Quentin ran his hands over every inch of me except the mottled patch where my skin was bruising over my ribs. Gripping my waist, he urged me forward. With a dip of his head, he closed his mouth around one of my sensitized nipples.
I moaned, rocking faster with the wave of bliss his lips and tongue sparked from my breast. The ache of need low in my belly expanded until I could barely think through the haze of lust.
He shifted his head to my other breast and tested my nipple between his teeth. My fingernails dug into his good shoulder as I arched into his hold. His pleased chuckle vibrated over my skin to delicious effect, but the straining of his cock against his pants told me he was at least as desperate for release as I was.
