Chapter Thirteen
“This … is … the last time,” Selena sighed.
“Yeah,” Quinn agreed. “Definitely the last time. Ugh … move your hips like that.”
“Oh, God.”
Selena grabbed onto the headboard behind him and used the leverage to pump her hips down on him even harder, making Quinn groan in pleasure. He responded by popping a nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth on the bud just enough to make it feel good.
“Quinn!” She rocked back faster, her thighs burning, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to come, and she was nearly there. God, he felt so good inside her.
“Selena, you’re so beautiful,” he mouthed against her breast.
The words made her heart melt. “Shut up,” she said. “Don’t make this weird.”
“I’m not making this fucking weird,” he snapped. “You are—”
She silenced him with her mouth, pushing her tongue past his lips and teeth. She wanted to taste him, fuck him, make him come. What she did not want was to feel so mushy inside when he said sweet things to her.
Her orgasm was approaching and, judging by the look on his face, Quinn was nearly there, too. She moved faster, lifting her hips up, so she could slam down hard on him. When her orgasm tore through her body, Quinn let out a groan and threw his head back as she clenched around him, his cock pumping inside her.
As soon as she regained control over her body, Selena rolled off him and got to her feet. Scanning around her, she began picking up her discarded clothing. How the hell did her panties end up all the way over there? She shook her head and grabbed the underwear from the corner of the flat screen TV and slipped it on.
“Heading out so soon, kitten?” Quinn asked.
She turned to face him. The infuriating man had his upper body propped up on the headboard, hands clasped behind his head, and a smirk plastered on his face. “I told you, this was the last time.”
“Yeah, that’s what you said yesterday. And the day before that. And—”
“All right, all right,” she grumbled. “But I mean it this time.”
“Uh-huh.”
Selena put on her bra, skirt, and blouse, then walked down from his bedroom, making her way across the living space of his loft. Her shoes had been discarded near the couch, and she picked them up and slipped them onto her bare feet. As soon as she was out the door, she let out a sigh, finally able to breathe.
She truly had gone mental. That was the explanation for why, for a whole week now, she kept coming back to Quinn and having sex with him. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since he left that night at her place when he came knocking on her door again. They barely made it out of the foyer.
She bit her lip. Why the hell was it so hard to say no to him? All he had to do was show up at her doorstep with that devastatingly handsome smile and boom! She was on her back. Or on top. Or on her knees. She let out an audible moan and slapped her hand over her eyes, as if that could block out the embarrassment she felt. Okay, so it wasn’t always his doing. The other night, she was feeling particularly horny, and she might have, kind of, glanced over at Evie’s phone when she left it on the sofa, and she might have, sort of, copied Quinn’s number. She had, after all, something important to text him.
Hey, did you know that sex boosts your immune system? Send.
A moment later, she got a reply. <Cough cough> I think I’m coming down with something. You should come up here now before it gets any worse. The Uber’s on its way. The message was followed by a link to the car that was on the way to pick her up and bring her to his place.
Selena shook her head, trying to get the memories out of her head. Walking to the elevator, she vowed to herself, for real this time, that she would never, ever have sex with Quinn again.
The cool air hit her face, and it felt refreshing. Being inside, surrounded by Quinn’s scent and his maleness felt suffocating. A ring from her purse shook her out of her thoughts, and she fished for the phone inside.
“Great,” she muttered seeing her father’s name flash on the screen. She ignored it, not really wanting to talk to him right now. She knew what he wanted. A few seconds later a message popped up.
Have you made your decision? Call me.
Shit. Selena didn’t want to have that discussion now. She rubbed her arms, feeling the cold chill seep into her skin. Dammit, she left her jacket upstairs. She pulled up the app for Uber and started typing in her address. She only hoped the driver would arrive before she froze to death.
***
Quinn watched Selena march out of the doorway in a huff. He hit the back of his head on the headboard. What the hell were they doing? No matter how hard he tried, he just kept coming back. And she didn’t seem to mind either. Yet each time they finished the deed, she seemed even more distant. In those hours he lost himself in her, he thought he felt something, but then she’d pull back and leave him cold. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t him. He was usually the one doing the leaving or the kicking out. Well, screw her (or not), he was not some sadist, and he wasn’t going to keep going back for more. She was right. This would be the last time.
Wolf whined and growled.
“What now?” he asked in an irritated voice.
More whining and growling. God, it was like Wolf was obsessed with Selena. And the damned thing wouldn’t leave him alone until he got up and started putting his clothes on.
“All right, you fucker,” he said aloud. “I’m going, I’m going!” With a frustrated growl, he pulled his discarded shirt on, the fabric still smelling like Selena as she had, just an hour before, rubbed her naked tits all over his chest while they were making out on the couch. Ignoring the blood rushing to his cock, he jogged down the stairs as he slipped his shoes on. What the fuck was he doing, anyway? Selena would be long gone by now. She couldn’t get out of his bed fast enough, after all, he thought bitterly. But this was the only way to show Wolf that Selena had no interest in them. Maybe then Quinn could get on with his life.
As he opened the door to his building, the cold spring air, as well as the subtle smell of butterscotch, hit his face. Standing with her back to him was Selena, her arms around herself, waiting by the sidewalk.
He seemed irresistibly drawn to her. “Selena,” he called, placing his hands on her bare arms. The gooseflesh there indicated she was cold, and it took all his strength not to wrap his arms around her to keep the chill away.
She didn’t move or struggle, but her body tensed. “What are you doing here?”
“Why don’t you have your jacket on?” he countered.
“I … couldn’t find it,” she said with a shrug.
“And you didn’t go back up? Or call me?”
“I didn’t think … I mean, I …” She turned around and looked up at him with those expressive blue-gray eyes. Right now, they seemed almost … sorry? “I’m not handling this right. There’s something I have to tell you—”
The lights of the car coming from his right were moving fast. Way too fast. He turned his head and realized that the headlights in the darkness were heading straight for them.
His instincts kicked in, and Quinn pushed Selena away. She let out an ear-piercing scream, and the force of the car made his body bounce against the hood and onto the sidewalk. Pain shot through his body. His vision was blurry, and he looked back at the car. There was a figure slumped over in the driver’s seat, but he couldn’t make out who it was. But that wasn’t his priority right now. The smell of gasoline was overwhelming his heightened senses.
He let out a loud grunt and pushed himself up, managing to get away a few feet by the time he heard the explosion. Quinn’s ears were ringing, and the heat from the fire was almost unbearable. But where was Selena? “Selena!” he screamed. At least he thought he was screaming. He was still deaf from the explosion. “Selena, where are you?” His heart tightened in his chest as the air grew hotter. Where was she? Did he push her away in time?
He felt the vibrations of stiletto heels on the pavement, and he turned to the source. Selena was there, and she was safe. He let out a sigh of relief.
“Quinn!” she cried as she knelt down next to him. “No, no, no, please!”
“Selena, are … you … okay?”
“Me?” she exclaimed as tears streaked down her face. “You just got hit by a car!”
“Don’t cry,” he said, reaching up to brush away the wetness from her cheeks. “It’ll be fine.” A sharp pain shot through him and he clutched at his side.
“Quinn!”
“I’m … okay,” he managed to get out. “Call … Killian …”
She nodded and then took her phone out. Quinn closed his eyes, trying to relax as he felt his body begin to knit itself back together. Accelerated healing was great to have, but it hurt like a bitch.
The minutes ticked by, but it seemed like hours to Quinn. Selena never left his side and continued to hold his hand the entire time. Finally, he felt the presence of other people around him, and he opened his eyes.
“Quinn?” Killian’s face, full of worry, stared down at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been hit by a car,” he said wryly. Killian let out a chuckle and helped him up. “Are we in trouble?”
“Hopefully not,” Killian said. “This was an accident, right?”
Quinn looked at the remains of the wrecked car. The front was smashed against the wall, and the hood was charred. Inside, the figure was still slumped over the wheel. Shit. It was so close. Too close. Quinn was fine; he had Lycan healing, after all, but Selena …
“Is she okay?” he asked in a panicked voice. “Where’s Selena?”
Killian nodded behind him, and Quinn turned around. He blinked several times. “Shit, that explosion must have knocked my brain out. I’m seeing double.” There were two redheads in the corner, talking softly.
“You are seeing double.” Killian chuckled. “That’s the Beta’s wife, Cady Vrost. She’s here to smooth things over with the authorities.”
“Oh crap.” He looked around. Nick Vrost, Beta to the New York Clan, was talking to a couple of police officers. “Fuck.”
“Well, what do you think?”
It was an accident, wasn’t it? Because who would want to run over some random person, kamikaze style? Whoever had driven that car was dead. But, still, there was a small part of him screaming that something was wrong. “I don’t know, Killian.”