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I ask him how his ribs are after getting bounced off the boards at the start of the third. Then Vaughn’s pulling out his phone as he starts into some locker-room talk that quickly reveals itself to be the funniest damn thing I’ve ever heard. And it’s aboutQuinn.
“Wood?” Movember chortles, and I realize I’ve missed the guy’s name again. But really I’m not thinking about anything but how Quinn’s just taking the ribbing about getting busted with a hard-on in stride. How he’s the kind of guy with the confidence to laugh along with the joke instead of losing his shit about being the butt of it.
I don’t want to start a conversation with him… but there’s no way I can ignore this. Pushing my beer out a bit, I turn to him. Watch the way his eyes brighten, and something happens to his smile when our eyes connect. God, that smile is dangerous. Not because it’s making dirty promises, but because it looks so sincere. Because it’s almost enough to make me believe.
“Is that a thing? Do guys gethardfrom a win like that?”
His jaw shifts to the side as he leans in close. “Some guys do. Popov does. Not me.”
I nod. The story was too good to be true. And now I get why he’s so easygoing about the whole thing.
Only then Quinn leans even closer, so our shoulders touch and his long fingers rest lightly on my upper arm. “My problem was, I was thinking about you.”
My heart skips a beat and then another as I force my eyes to the table in front of us, telling myself not to look. Not to give in.
I need to get away from this man. I need to hold on to my power. I need air. To go home. To stop thinking about how thick and hard his cock gets and the fact that he got that way in a roomful of guys thinking about me.
I stumble off my stool onto shaky legs, that tremor in my belly building with each second that passes.
Quinn slides back, standing beside me.
“Okay, Georgie?”
I nod. Take another unsteady step only to feel his big hand cup my elbow. “Fine, I maybe need some water or something.” Some air. Some distance from the man who is making me insane. I need…
Our eyes meet and I bite my bottom lip as my belly goes into free fall. He gives me the barest hint of a nod. And it’s on.
Chapter 12
Quinn
I’m on her before the door to the upstairs bathroom closes. We’re frantic. She’s pulling at my tie, my hair. The lapels of my jacket as I fumble behind me to throw the slide lock. This section of the bar isn’t open, but no way am I taking a chance on someone else seeing my girl like this. And then I’ve got her up, her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist as I grip her ass and press her against the door.
Thrusting my tongue between her lips, I grind the hard-on that won’t go away against the spread of jeans-covered legs. The breathless cry she gives me in return goes straight to my balls and has me rocking back.
“You going to use me again?” I ask against her kiss-swollen lips.
“So hard.”This girl.
I’m dying for her, aching from the tight cling of her knees at my hips and the hungry way her mouth finds mine. This needy, desperate thing between us is only getting stronger.
Squirming, she bats against my hands. Her feet touch the ground and less than a second later she’s shoving her pants down and pulling one leg free.
“Fly,” she urges, reaching for my belt. And I’m back in action, ready to get on my knees and thank her the best way I know how. Only she’s got something else in mind. “Condom. Hurry.”
And then she’s back in my hold, open to me. Slick and ready.
“Tell me if you need it gentle,” I say, my forehead pressed against hers as I hold myself back. I’m on edge, so close to having what I want but not quite there.
The fingers in my hair get tighter. “Not gentle,” she whispers against my mouth, punctuating the words with a nip to my bottom lip.
Fuck yes.
I drive into that warm, wet space between her legs, burying myself in one hard thrust that ends when I’m as deep as I can get. And it feels like I can breathe for the first time since she left my place two nights ago.
“Quinn,” she moans, her body gripping me tight.
I love getting inside her. I love how she loses track of the distance she likes to keep between us. And most of all, I love to hear her say my name, because this is the only time she uses it.
