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“You kept families together, Joshua. You gave all those people hope.”
The wind blew a stray lock of hair across her gorgeous face. She looked like an angel.
“And of course, you saved that girl,” Quinn finished. “The army captain’s daughter. It was too late to save the little boy you played soccer with, but you saved her for certain.”
Her eyes locked on mine, and in the gravity of the moment our faces drifted together. A second later she was kissing me with those soft, pliant lips, breathing her warm, sweet breath into my mouth.
I closed my eyes, lost in the moment, caught up in the pure innocent joy of that soft, feminine mouth rolling against mine. Second by precious second, I let every last one of my thoughts and troubles dissolve away.
Who’s to say you won’t be falling for me first?
Her words echoed musically through the deepest hollows of my mind. Then they were gone. Everything was gone. There was only nothingness. Emptiness. Peace.
By the time the kiss broke, my mind was utterly, totally blank.
“Now take me to bed,” Quinn whispered, nudging me in the right direction, “and let me wrap myself around you to keep those dreams away.”
Thirty-Six
QUINN
It was a week of work and stress and putting my nose to the grindstone. Of finding the perfect balance between having enough product, enough manpower, and enough energy to get through a long day of operating a food truck in one of the biggest, most bustling cities in the country.
Good thing I was born for exactly this.
By my seventh day in operation, Ravenous had become a force to be reckoned with. I’d ironed out the kinks, rooted out the bugs, and fixed whatever minor malfunctions plagued us during our first week in business. I’d poached Bryan from the restaurant, which of course invoked the wrath of Trey, but soothed it over — somewhat, anyway — by hooking him up with my very exclusive contacts at the specialty grocer. There were ingredients he simply couldn’t get without me: Corinthian caviar, saffron, cherimoya fruit… even coveted white truffles that elevated his dishes to all new levels.
I also hired Sarah, an ex-restaurateur who showed up out of the clear blue sky and claimed she could ‘run my truck blindfolded.’ She had no resume, no references, and no real history here in town. But she was a Brooklynite from New York, and that right there was more than enough for me to give her a shot. Sarah turned out to be a wizard on the grill and a riot with the customers, making me a believer on day one. By day three, there was zero doubt: Sarah could do just about anything, maybe even land the fucking Space Shuttle if someone handed her the controls.
Instead, I handed her a set of keys.
Between my new hires and some help from the guys, I was eventually able to sit down and work on logistics. I had menus to plan, products to order. There were all manner of things to take care of, as I was not only a chef, but also a business owner.
I kept meticulous books as well, because I planned on paying the guys back every penny they advanced me so far. It would take a while, sure. But I had a while. And judging by how much they loved and protected their little fortress at the edge of the sea, they weren’t going anywhere either.
And so each day I woke early and went to bed late, sacrificing even more sleep for the exquisite pleasure of falling into bed with Evan and Joshua. There were nights I needed the sexual stress relief of being roughly and thoroughlyfucked,and they were only too happy to oblige. But on nights they weren’t tag-teaming me or taking me from both ends, they were making love to me as well. With Cole still gone we all slept in the same bed, usually my bed, where the boys took slow, lazy turns between my legs. They’d nudge me awake, fully hard and ready to go. And I’d spread wide for them, clutching their churning, pumping asses. Sighing and cooing as they filled my already-pregnant womb over and over again, well past midnight, until we fell deeply asleep all over each other.
I did a lot of laundry. I took a lot of showers. Sometimes the guys would shower with me, and I quickly realized how much they loved running the loofah over my now-obvious baby bump. It was still small, but it was definitely there: a happy reminder of their baby-filled future. They hadn’t set up a nursery yet, but we looked forward to doing so. Once we were all together again, of course.
There was no more trouble, as far as I could tell. According to Trey there was no one still hunting for me at the restaurant I used to work at, and the guys never seemed on edge. As far as I knew, Cole was working on ‘solving our problem’ once and for all. I didn’t ask what that entailed. I didn’t expect they’d tell me.
Everything, actually, was quite perfectly normal. Peaceful. Calm.
That is, until the door to my bedroom suddenly burst open and all hell broke loose.
Thirty-Seven
QUINN
The first one into the room was Joshua, holding what looked to be a video camera on a tripod. An extremely expensive-looking camera.
Right away, I felt my stomach do a sexy somersault.
“If… If you’re thinking we’re going to—”
My sentence died instantly as Cole rushed in, holding somethingverydifferent.
“Hey princess.”
