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“I love the sounds you make when you’re close to coming.” He kisses over my clit, and as if on cue, I purr in response to his touch.
He slides his hand back down my body, and his finger now joins his mouth as he opens me up to him and invades my body like never before. His fingers, mouth, and tongue drive me over the edge, and I can’t help the feral moan that rips from my throat because this feels beyond incredible.
Quinn is wrong when he says he doesn’t know how to love because this, right here, is driven by pure love. This selfless act is guided by love, and although he doesn’t know it, I feel adored by Quinn every moment of every day. I have from the first moment I met him, and I’ll make sure I show him that from now on.
But now—now I want to come.
“Oh fuck.” I groan a little louder than expected as it echoes off the small cabin walls.
“Shh.” Quinn chuckles from between my legs, his warm breath sending tiny goose bumps over my entire body.
But I’m anything but quiet as I cry, “Holy fuck!” at an ear-splitting level when he twirls his barbell around my center.
Quinn chuckles once again, and before another string of profanities can come tearing from my throat, his hand softly covers my mouth, muffling my cries.
However, I can mute my impassioned screams in another way, a way that benefits us both.
I open my mouth in a silent demand of what I want. Quinn obeys, slowly inserting the two fingers he had snugly inside me moments ago. They taste like me, and as I moan around him, Quinn growls, burying his head deeper between my legs.
But his fingers are not what I want in my mouth.
As hard as it is to pry myself away from him, I wiggle out of his hold, and before he has time to protest, I push him onto his back and turn around so I’m positioned up near his head. We’re instantly on the same page as he scoots me backward and yanks my legs over each side of his head. Just like that, I straddle his face.
The moment his tongue makes contact with my sex once again, I lean forward, yank his boxers all the way down, and take him into my mouth, sucking with a desperate need to consume him whole.
“Fuck,” Quinn mumbles, and as his voice vibrates throughout my entire body, my release is so close that I can taste it.
I suck harder, taking as much as I can into my mouth, and at this angle, I can appreciate how thick and large he is. I swallow as deep as I can go, and as he hits the back of my throat, I try not to gag.
The sensation has Quinn swelling in my mouth, so I do it again because I want him to explode in an earth-shattering release.
Licking him from base to tip, I reach down and stroke his shaft as my mouth encloses his head, tasting his pre-cum.
He flicks over my clit, and the barbell feels like a cold, hot spank. It’s my undoing.
I come so loudly with my hips fucking his face, but I don’t let him go and continue sucking. Seconds later, he joins me, coming hard and loud in my mouth, and I love every second of it.
It takes me minutes before I’m able to unwrap myself from around his body, and when I do, I feel pleasurably numb. I curl myself into him as he throws the blanket over our naked bodies, cuddling me into his side.
I am finally on the cusp of sleep, but Quinn’s heavy words have me opening my eyes, giving him my full attention.
“With you, Red…this feels like it.”
“Like what?” I whisper so softly, I’m afraid he may not have heard me.
But his reply lets me know he’s heard me, loud and clear. “Like love. Because this…with you, it feels…something like love.”
I can’t stop the smile from spreading from cheek to cheek because it’s nice to know that the one person who loves me is…Quinn.
Iwake before Lucky and Quinn but don’t have the heart to wake either of them.
Quinn’s confession last night nearly broke me, and it makes me even more determined to find out about his past. If we move forward, I need him to trust me with his secrets because once they’re revealed, they’ll no longer be secrets but a part of his past.
Silently slipping out of bed, I dress in my jeans and Quinn’s sweater. Just before I open the door, I stop and inhale the collar, loving his scent.
I close the door behind me and look down the long hallway. I have no idea where to go. An old wooden staircase is to my right, so I venture downstairs, hoping to stumble across some well-needed coffee.
Downstairs is small but cozy, and it’s everything I would expect a holiday home to look like. The small fire warms the floorboards, and my cold feet instantly thaw out with the heat. I take a quick look around the living area and see a few family photos sitting on the mantel.
