Chapter 5
Quinn
Butterflies swarmed inside me but I didn’t hesitate as I grabbed the cool metal handle of the door and walked into Lucky’s. My whole life I’d been reckless. Jonah had told me more than once that I treated getting into trouble like it was my job. But he didn’t know the half of it.
I know he had tried to keep me on the straight and narrow, as he put it. Or as I put it, boring as hell. And I know he was disappointed in me now, but I also knew I would bounce back. Just like always. A hot flash of anger flared inside me. Jonah was wrong. I didn’t bail when things got hard. There was a difference between bailing, and knowing when something was a lost cause. And that’s what the final year of college had been. A lost cause.
I had been studying business since I was eleven when I opened my first lemonade stand. I’d made six hundred dollars that summer, and had been proud of my accomplishment. No one knew that I’d been raising money to help pay the bills but I’d always know how to make a profit. Always knew how to work the system
College had been different. A system that I couldn’t figure out. I had busted my ass the first two years, had even scored an internship with one of my business professors. But everything had crumbled when he’d hit on me and I’d turned him down. He threatened me with expulsion if I accused him in front of the school board but in the end, it hadn’t mattered. My shot at the internship was over and he’d gone out of his way to flunk me.
After that I had given up, slipping into partying and then drugs. Jonah would have a fit if he ever found out about that. He’d always been a stickler about that and I understood more than he realized. He was terrified of either of us ending up like mom and dad.
No chance of that now. They’re long gone. The thought snuck up on me, taking me aback. Part of me was in turmoil but more than anything I just didn’t want to have to face the storm brewing inside me. I would deal with my feelings, someday, but not today. Sure as hell not tonight. Tonight, I had much better and much more delicious things on the menu.
I glanced around Lucky’s bar. The dive was busier at this time of night than it had been earlier in the afternoon and I let the mingled sounds of mindless chatter and old songs wash over me.
Then I felt it. A chill, like a blast of cold air, had hit me even though it was a balmy spring night outside. Followed by a flash of heat that drew my gaze like a laser to the dark-haired man sitting at the bar.
My eyes clashed with Leo’s, green against brown and my feet were moving before I even realized. I barely paid attention to the crowd as I pushed through the throng of people. Everything had narrowed down to this one man, this one moment. And I was more than glad to melt against him and let everything else disappear for a little while longer.
"Hey there," I whispered the words against his ear and bit my lip as I felt the shiver run through him.
“Hey there back, sunshine.”
I pulled back enough to meet his piercing gaze once more and I couldn’t look away. I cocked my head, flustered but not wanting to show it.
“Why do you call me that? I already told you it’s not my name.” I gave him a grin as I stared at him through a thick fringe of lashes, waiting for his answer.
Leo reached out, tangling the fingers of one hand in my wayward waves before holding up a strand.
“It’s like sunlight.” He finally said, and then cleared his throat as if he’d revealed something he hadn’t meant to.
I paused, as taken aback by this vulnerable side to him as I had been my earlier wayward thought.
I knew men like Leo.
The playboy. The love ‘em and leave ‘em type. Easy to read. Easy to be with. And easy to walk away.
I had told him the truth earlier. I didn’t normally do the whole random hook up thing. I’d dated a bit in college but nothing serious. I’d seen other girls run through men and it never got them anywhere. That wasn’t me. I was going somewhere.
Oh yeah? And where exactly are you going without a college degree? I pushed back the insidious whisper, pasting a forceful grin on my face.
“Can I get a beer?” I asked, putting a ten-dollar bill on the bar. Suddenly, the events of the past day washed over me and I glanced back at the bartender. Stella, I think her name was. “Actually, make that a shot of tequila, please.”
"You got it, sweetheart." The older bartender rolled her eyes in Leo's direction, "Another round for you, stud?"
Leo grinned bashfully, putting in his order before turning back to me.
“Stud, huh?” I asked and Leo just grinned again.
“It’s just a nickname.”
“Uh huh. Just a nickname.” I said, but didn’t ask any more questions. Did I really want to know? Just then, trapped in the vee of Leo’s thighs as he sat on the bar stool, his hand playing idly at my hip, I didn’t care about anything all. He was like a drug, obliterating all other thought. Exactly what I needed.
I tilted my head to one side, shooting Leo a heated look as I melted against him even more. I could feel the strong muscles of his chest shudder with his inhale and by the pained expression on his sharply handsome face, I could tell he was as affected by the touch as I was.
I barely waited until Stella set the shot on the bar top before grabbing it, tilting my head back, and drinking it down in one swallow. I noticed Leo watching me, like a hunter watching his prey and it sent a dark thrill shooting through me.
“You missed some,” He whispered, rough and gravelly as he reached out one hand, his thumb just barely brushing across my lower lip to pick up the drop of liquor left there. He brought it to his own lips and my breath hitched in my lungs as he licked it off, slow and sensual.
Damn. He was dangerous. And I loved danger. It was a problem, I knew that. But at that moment, all I could see was the dark light gleaming in his eyes.
“So, what brings you to Coral Springs?” I asked distractedly through a wicked grin, still struggling to get my breath back. He did things to my system that I didn’t understand, but I didn’t care. My body screamed out for him. His touch. His kiss. Everything else that I knew he could give me.
"I just needed a change. I get restless if I stay in one place too long." Leo said with a shrug. His words echoed like a warning bell in the back of my mind. He’s going to leave. That’s what he means. He doesn’t stick around.
I shook off the words. Why the hell would I want him too? This is just fun. A distraction. A very sexy distraction.
Uh huh. Sure. The word was drawn out in my thoughts and I could practically see the way the small, sensible part of me rolled its eyes in disbelief. Deliberately, I leaned against Leo's body, even more, inhaling his unique, spicy scent and feeling the delicious warmth of him envelop me.
"Wanna dance?" I drawled, low and sweet and nearly grinned at the way his eyes narrowed at the inflection in my voice. With Leo's hand still held in mine, we walked out onto the small cleared area in front of the jukebox just as the slow, sultry tones of Billie Holiday filled the air.
For a single moment, all the emotions that were still tumbling chaotically inside me from earlier raged to the surface, stealing my breath for a different reason. But then Leo was pulling me close once more and they disappeared. I knew they were still there, pushed into the farthest, darkest corner of my mind. I knew I’d have to deal with them eventually. But not now. Not tonight. Tonight, I could let myself sink into Leo’s strong arms and pretend that everything was normal. Everything was fine.
But it’s not. That damned reasonable voice was back.
Shut up, I hissed silently, arguing with myself as futile as it was. Just relax and have fun, Quinn.
That's what made you come back to this rinky-dink town in the first place, remember? Too much fun.
I closed my eyes on the thought, the unwanted reminder of my failure, but as I opened them up again he was there. Leo. Towering over me, sheltering me in the broadness of his shoulders. His too sinful lips were pulled up into a soft, lopsided grin and his dark eyes swept over my face, drinking me in like a man dying of thirst. That look had chills racing up and down my body and suddenly I was aware of every single inch of me that was pressed against him.
Everywhere we met, tiny arcs of electricity sent a shock through my body, lighting me up, drawing me even deeper under his spell.
“What were you just thinking about, sunshine?” Leo leaned down, breathing the words soft and raspy against my cheek and I trembled again.
For a second I thought about telling him the truth. Oh, well, you see I flunked out of college and had to come back to the last place in the world I wanted as a complete failure and then I just found out that parents had been dead for three months. Although, in honesty, they might as well have been dead for the past ten years considering they abandoned me and my brother and we haven't heard from or seen them since.
But I bit back the words. Keep things light and fun, Quinn. He’s not going to stick around anyway, no need to scare him off early.
I nodded firmly to myself, firming my resolve to forget all about my troubles and shot Leo a sultry grin.
“I was just thinking about earlier,” I finally said and Leo raised one dark, slashing eyebrow in question. It was obvious he didn’t believe me but he nodded for me to continue anyway.
“What about earlier?”
“Well, I was thinking how lucky it was.” I shrugged, “There I was, walking down the street, minding my own business when you ran into me–.”
“Wait a minute, sunshine. You ran into me.”
“That’s not the way I remember it. But that’s not the point.”
Leo gave a rough laugh under his breath as he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “What is the point?”
“It was lucky, that’s all. I could have been anywhere, but I wasn’t. I was there, at that exact moment, at that exact place, at the exact time you came barreling out of this place and nearly knocked me on my ass right there on main street.”
Leo threw his head back on a full, sexy as hell laugh at my words and all I could do was watch in fascination as it transformed him right in front of my eyes. Still far too handsome and so sexy it should be illegal, but now, with humor gleaming in his dark eyes, he was something else, something far more dangerous. He was likable. No, it was more than that. He was lovable.
“So you think it was fate?” Leo’s question drew me back to our conversation as we swayed together on the dance floor.
“I don’t know if I believe in fate,” I answered honestly, surprising myself, “But I know I’m glad it happened.”
Leo’s gaze sharpened on mine, and the desire that had been simmering on low suddenly filled me, hot and persistent. His hands slid down my body, dragging sweet sensations from my waist lower across my hips, stopping just short of moving any further south.
My pulse pounded hard and fast as Leo leaned forward, his breath tickling my ear as he opened his mouth to speak.
“Me too, sunshine. I’m very fucking glad.”
He punctuated the words with a ghost of a kiss against my neck and my legs went all rubbery underneath me. It didn’t help that his thumbs had worked their way under the hem of my t-shirt and each stroke of his fingers across my bare skin fanned the flames ever higher.
“You know,” I started breathlessly, “There’s something else about earlier that I can’t get out of my mind.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
I leaned even closer, raising up on the tips of my toes in my heeled boots and even still, he had to bend down so I could whisper the words in his ear.
“I keep thinking about how good it felt to have you inside me. How good it felt to have you fill me all the way up until I was screaming out your name–.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before we were moving, Leo’s hand on mine dragging me towards the stairs at the back of the bar that led up to his apartment. I had to bite back a breathless laugh at the reckless rush that flooded my system. Adrenaline and desire and need all rolled into one. And I knew there was only one thing that would satisfy it. Leo.
He fumbled with the key, impatience thick in the air as he tried to get the door unlocked.
"Damn it," Leo muttered under his breath, but a moment later the door was open and he was pulling me inside. He kicked it shut behind us, not even bothering to flick on the lights before he was pulling me close.
His mouth met mine with a crash like thunder in a summer storm and the answering lightning flashed through my body. My need was electric and all-consuming. Every other thought evaporated like steam by the heat, except one. I wanted him. And damn it, I was going to have him.
"Fuck, sunshine, you can't say shit like that to me in public," Leo growled the words against my kiss-swollen lips, pulling back enough to gaze at me in the dark.
"Why not?" I teased, focused on the task in front of me. My hands never stopped moving, pulling his shirt over his head and getting to work on the button of his jeans. An image had crystallized in my mind and I was going to make it a reality. My mouth watered at the thought. I wanted a taste of him.
Leo’s hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up until my eyes met his and the hard need that shone back at me from their depths trapped me.
"Because I was a second away from stripping you naked and fucking you right there on the dance floor in front of everybody. That's why." The words were rough as he spoke and they hit me with all the force of a boulder, urging on the reckless streak inside me.
My hands were moving again, tugging down the top of his jeans as I stared up at him.
I spoke into the sudden tense silence. “I wouldn’t have minded.”
"Fuck," Leo said the word like a prayer or a curse. I couldn't tell. I was too busy dropping to my knees in front of him, taking his boxers with me as I went. I didn't wait, sucking him as far into my mouth as I could, wrapping my hand around his thick base as I lashed him with my tongue.
“Holy fuck, Quinn.” The sound of my name hissed from his lips had me sucking even harder as Leo’s fingers tangled in my hair. I could feel his thighs tremble at the pleasure and an answering wave of moisture flooded my pussy. This. This is what I wanted. This was exactly what I needed.
Chapter 6
Leo
Fuck. Damn. Ah, hell. She’s trying to fucking kill me.
A string of incoherent words ran through my mind like a ticker but the only thing I could focus on was the pleasure of Quinn's sweet mouth wrapped around my cock.
It was so intense it had stars flashing behind my eyes and it was all I could do to stay standing as her hand joined in, squeezing and caressing in all the right places.
Her words kept echoing in my head. I wouldn’t have minded.
As soon as she’d spoken, it had been there. The image of stripping her of that t-shirt that barely skimmed the top of her jeans revealing tempting flashes of bare skin and everything else Quinn was wearing until she was standing there wearing nothing but that wicked grin of hers.
Bending her over the nearest table and fucking her until they were both exhausted and sweat-soaked. The thought burned in my mind and I had to squeeze my eyes shut as I felt my balls tighten in response.
"Fuck!" I wasn't even aware that I'd spoken out loud. The only thing I could focus on was the red-hot pleasure of Quinn's lips and tongue moving up and down my cock in a rhythm that was going to have me embarrassing myself before long.
The feel of her mouth, warm and slick, had me aching to sink into another hot, wet part of her anatomy and just the thought of shoving deep into her pussy had my body tightening painfully.
“Fuck, Quinn. You really are going to kill me.” I groaned the words as I dragged her up my body. Her mouth left my erection with an audible pop and the sultry, green-eyed look she gave me nearly had me coming then and there. Like I’d taken some sweet treat away from her.
I would have laughed if every thought, every atom of my body wasn’t focused on finding its way into her snug pussy. I wanted to feel her grip me tight as I fucked her senseless but a vindictive streak had me slowing.
My mouth found hers in the dim light as I dragged her to the closest surface. The kitchen table was the perfect height for what I had in mind. I nearly grinned as I started to strip her. Damned if I couldn’t give as good as I got. I was going to tease her until she was begging me to fuck her. By the way her lush body trembled underneath my hands, it wasn’t going to take long.
Piece by piece, I stripped her. First that fucking t-shirt, the one that had driven me nearly insane with peeks of the pale skin just above the waist of her low riding jeans. Those went next, tossed carelessly to the floor.
I had to bite my lip, forcing myself to take my time as I slid the fingers of one hand just inside the cup of her bra, easing my touch deeper inside until Quinn’s breath hissed out in a rush.
"Relax, sunshine." I said the words with a rough chuckle, "We've got all night."
“I don’t want to wait all night. I want you now.”
I could practically feel the impatient need in her voice, aching in the air between us and I took pity, quickly stripping off the rest of her clothes until she was as naked as I was.
“Give me your hand.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I realized what I was going to say, and I don’t know why, but just then it seemed like the most important thing that she reach out and slide her fingers into mine. She didn’t hesitate and I would have been worried at the surge of pleasure her innate trust in me caused, but I was too busy sliding my other hand down her bare body. I pulled her to the edge of the kitchen table until she was perched precariously, leaning back on her elbows as she stared at me hungrily in the dark.
I was shocked to find my own fingers trembling as I reached out and placed a feather light touch on each thigh. It was barely a touch at all but it was enough to have her legs opening for me and suddenly I was staring at paradise.
“Hell, Quinn. You’re so god damned beautiful.”
She grinned up at me, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I snorted out a laugh but it caught in my throat as one of her hands slid down across the dip of her waist until it reached her pussy. I stopped her, placing both of her hands back behind her on the table and piercing her with a sharp stare.
“Don’t move.” I whispered hoarsely, “If you move, I stop.”
“Move? What are you–.” Quinn’s words cut off abruptly as my own hand moved to the same spot, taking her place. I nearly groaned out loud as my fingers slid through the hot honey coating her thighs, her pussy. She was drenched.
"Jesus, sunshine. You feel so good on my fingers," I thrust one inside her as I spoke, shallow at first, teasing, "So wet. So hot. So fucking tight." I slid another one in with the first, two fingers filling her center as my thumb brushed feather-light circles across her clit. "I wonder how good you'll feel on my cock. How good your sweet honey will taste when I lick your pussy."
Quinn let out a whimper of need in the back of her throat and that breathy sound was all I need to have me bending down, my mouth covering her pussy as I ate her like a piece of ripe fruit. The sweetest peach I’d ever tasted in my life.
I lashed my tongue out, finding the sensitive nub of her clit and as I worked it, Quinn’s cries grew louder as her hips arched off the table. Instantly, I pulled back.
“Wait–. What are you… Why did you…” Quin couldn’t get the words out and I stare at her, my gaze taking in the sight of her flushed and spread open wide for me on the table. Like a feast just waiting to be devoured.
“I told you. If you move, I stop.”
“I won’t move. I swear. I won’t, just don’t stop. Please, Leo.”
It was that broken please that had me diving back down between her thighs. They trembled on either side of me as I licked her up and down, jabbing my tongue inside her pussy before working my way up to her clit and then back again. Over and over again until she was sobbing out her need in little pants above me.
“Please, Leo. Please make me come. I’m so close.”
"I know you are, sunshine," I whispered against her pussy, so sensitive now that my breath had her crying out weakly. To be honest, I was close to my breaking point too. The feel of her, so slick and hot, her taste still dripping from my tongue was driving me crazy. No more teasing. It was time to fuck her and give us both what we were dying for.
One hand held her in place at her hip as I worked two fingers in and out of her tight wetness. She tried to arch up off the table but I leaned forward, keeping her in place, unable to move, unable to lessen the onslaught as I shoved my fingers deeper and harder inside her.
Quinn threw her head back on a long moan as I felt her clamp down on my fingers but I didn’t stop, I didn’t slow down as I pushed her up and over the edge. Her climax wrecked me. I could feel of her coming apart on my hand but all I wanted was to feel that sweet cum drenching my cock.
Before she had even caught her breath, my hands grabbed hard at her hips, dragging her even closer to the edge of the table as I lined the head of my rock-hard erection right at the entrance of her pussy. I didn’t pause, just rammed home as deep as I could and fireworks erupted at the feel of her hot and so god damned tight around me.
It stole the breath from lungs. It made my heart race even faster until all I could hear was Quinn’s cries of pleasure and the sound of my own pulse pounding in my ears.
“You feel so fucking good, sunshine. You’re so tight. Jesus, so wet. So perfect.” I wasn’t even aware of the words coming out of my mouth. My entire world had narrowed to the single spot where I lost my body inside Quinn’s.
Then, I fucked her. Harder and faster, driving my cock deep inside her over and over in a frantic rhythm that had my balls drawing up and my whole-body tightening. I fought to keep my orgasm at bay. Damned if I would come before I felt Quinn shatter with my dick buried deep inside her.
Wait. Wait. Wait. The words were like a mantra that I clung too as Quinn’s hitched her hips to meet mine with every thrust. Sweat dripped down my brow and I was sure I wasn’t going to last but then I felt it. Quinn suddenly froze underneath me, her voice hoarse and broken as she opened her mouth on a cry.
“Oh, fuck. Leo, I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming. Leo.”
I couldn’t tell if it was the exquisite pressure of her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice or the sweet sound of my name falling from Quinn’s lips that had me coming and I didn’t care.
With a curse, I slid as deep as I could go, our bodies melding together as I jerked, cum shooting straight from my balls, filling Quinn with every drop that I had before collapsing on top of her.
It took long minutes for me to get my breath back and calm my racing heart. Jesus, I hadn’t come that fast since the first time I’d tumbled my high school girlfriend Pamela Jenson in the back of her dad’s truck. I let out a hoarse laugh. Quinn made me feel like a fucking teenager.
Her laughter joined mine and I glanced up at her, suddenly afraid she could read my thoughts. It was ridiculous, I knew that, but I relaxed only after she spoke.
“Will we ever make it to the bed?” She joked, her light green eyes filled with warmth and laughter and I shot her a greedy grin, my body already responding again to the invitation in their depths.
“There’s always a next time.”
Chapter 7
Quinn
I blinked my eyes open slowly, the dream of my childhood still lingering in that fuzzy way that dreams did. Nothing specific, just vague images and muffled sounds. But I remembered the smell. Lavender and something sickly sweet that I wouldn’t learn until I was older was the smell of the drugs. The way my mother always smelled when she’d give me a hug as a child.
It took me a moment to remember where I was as I turned my head on the pillow but then I smiled. I was in a bed. Leo's bed. We'd finally made it there last night. Eventually. My body was sore as I stretched but sore in a good way. Sore in a way that reminded me of exactly what we did last night to put those aches and pains there.
A buzzing interrupted my reminiscing and my smile dipped as I grabbed, still uncoordinated with sleep, for my cell phone.
“Damn it, Jonah.” Six missed calls, and if I missed my guess, several very angry voice messages to go along with them. For a second, I considered calling him back but I didn’t want to talk to him, not after the argument the day before. With a sigh, I let myself fall back on the pillow, Leo’s spicy, masculine scent rising up to surround me and suddenly that smile was back.
I was happy. Despite everything, the failure of flunking out of college and the embarrassment, the bombshell about my parents and the property, I was happy. And I knew it was because of Leo. I didn’t want anything to dim the glow that was filling me up from the inside, and the fastest way to do that was talking to my overprotective older brother.
The smell of something sweet and delicious wafting from the other room interrupted my thoughts, drawing me from the warmth of the blankets and I hastily grabbed a large t-shirt and threw it on. I looked down, realizing it was one of Leo’s, the bottom hem barely skimming the tops of my thighs but shrugged. It would take me too long to discover where he’d tossed my clothes the night before. Probably still littering the floor in front of the door.
That smile was back at the thought but I wasn't even aware of it as I made my way to the kitchen, pausing for a moment as I drank in the sight. Leo stood with his back to me and I got a good look of just how broad those shoulders of his really were. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his thighs and my smile grew into a wicked smirk as my gaze traveled lower, tracing every muscled inch of his body.
“Sexy as hell, and can cook?” My voice was hoarse with humor and desire as I spoke, “There must be a god after all.”
He shot me a lopsided grin over his shoulder before turning back the skillet in front of him. "Wait until you taste it before you pass judgment. I'm not exactly known for my culinary talent."
“I’m sure it will taste great. I’m starving.” I wrapped my arms around his bare waist as he cooked, laying a soft kiss against his shoulder before my eyes landed on the cup of coffee steaming on the kitchen counter. I reached for it like it was a bar of gold, and to me it was. Liquid gold.
“Hmm. Delicious.” I hummed happily in the back of my throat after taking a sip of the hot coffee. Leo rolled his eyes but there was a good-natured humor shining in their dark depths as he chastised me.
“That was mine, you know.”
"Keyword there being was.” I grinned at him from behind the mug before taking another sip. Just then my stomach growled, loud and hungry, as I eyed the pancake batter that Leo was pouring on the hot skillet.
"I really am starving," I said, practically drooling although I wasn't sure if it was from the smell of the pancakes filling the small kitchen of the sight of Leo, bare from the waist up. My fingers trailed along the muscles of his back, unable to stop their foray as they moved up and down. Exploring every dip and valley before sliding lower.
“If you don’t stop that I’m going to give you something else to fill you up,” Leo growled and the words had desire flooding my center and coating the inside of my thighs.
I looked up at him, knowing full well that my need was written plainly on my face but I didn’t give a damn. All I wanted was him.
“Is that a promise?” The words fell out of my mouth without a moment’s thought and I watched Leo’s dark gaze flare with heat. He stalked towards me, his jaw tense as he took the coffee mug from my suddenly numb fingers and placed it on the counter with an audible noise.
"It's more than a promise, sunshine, and I always keep my word." He grinned suddenly, fast and deadly, and the rapid-fire change had the breath catching in my throat, "That's why I never make any promises."
“Except for this one,” I teased and his grin widened wolfishly.
“I told you sunshine, that wasn’t a promise.”
“Oh yeah? What was it then?” He was right in front of me now, so close that his bare chest brushed the soft, thin material of his t-shirt, the only thing separating them.
“It was a threat.”
“Really?” My pulse raced as he closed the small distance between us, back me step by step towards the kitchen counter at my back. “I don’t feel threatened.”
“What do you feel, Quinn?” Leo rasped the words like hot honey against my ear, drawing sweet kisses and sharp bites down my neck.
“I feel wet.”
Leo hissed in a sharp breath at my words and the next moment he was moving. His strong arms lifted me up onto the edge of the counter, pulling me close until I had to cling to him to keep my balance but it just made the desire swirling inside me burn even hotter than before.
His fingers skimmed up my bare thighs, pulling up the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing right along with them until the fabric was pooled around my hips.
“Damn, sunshine. You drive me crazy.” Leo growled. I opened my mouth to respond but all that came out was a gasped moan of pleasure as he dipped two fingers into my wet and ready pussy. I could feel the shockwaves roll through my body as he thrust in and out, changing his angle so he could rub over every sensitive nerve ending deep inside me with each movement.
The callused pad of his thumb found my clit and worked in tiny circles until my breath was panting fast and sharp out of my lungs. Now, he was the one driving me crazy. As good as it felt to have his fingers inside me, I needed something more. A deeper, razor-sharp need that had me clawing at his back and wrestling the boxer's down his hips until there was nothing left between us.
“Fuck me, Leo,” I panted the words on a pained moan, “Fuck me now.”
My words were all the impetus he needed. In one smooth thrust, Leo slid his big, rock hard cock all the way to the hilt. Stretching me, filling me, stuffing every inch my aching pussy as I trembled in his arms, adjusting to his size. I threw my head back, my mouth open in a wordless cry of ecstasy as waves of pleasure rolled through me, making me drunk on him.
He stayed like that for a long moment, standing still as we both reveled in the incredible sensation of our bodies joining together. But before long, the need for more reared up again, drawing my hips up towards his, searching, begging, demanding.
“Jesus, you’re so tight, sweetheart.” Leo’s words were a backdrop to my pleasure as he murmured against my cheek. Sweet words. Dirty words. They sent me spiraling even higher as he began to rock his body against mine, finally giving me the deep, hard thrusts that I so desperately needed.
“Yes, just like that. Give it to me just like that.” I was incoherent, the words spilling from my lips only to be swallowed down as Leo leaned forward to capture my mouth with his. His tongue thrust in time to his cock, each ramming inside me with the same rhythm that grew frenzied.
I could tell he was close and I wanted to feel him come. To feel him explode inside me. It would push me over the edge right along with him. I knew that. And fuck, I wanted it. All of him. Drenching me in his cum.
“Harder, Leo. Fuck me harder.”
"Holy hell, Quinn." His voice was rough but he followed my command, his hips moving like pistons as his cock slammed deep inside my pussy in quick bursts. Every nerve ending was on fire, crying out for a climax but still, I stayed there, burning up with need, so close it hurt.
One of Leo’s hands trailed down between our bodies as other held me steady as he pounded into me. His fingers just brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves of my clit. Once. Twice. It was the final push that I needed to send a powerful orgasm ripping through me.
I threw my head back, screaming out Leo’s name as every muscle inside me tightened, gripping his cock in a vise-like grip as he drove my pleasure even higher, wrenching every ounce of ecstasy that he could get before freezing, growling out his own climax as he came.
“Fuck, sunshine.” Leo rested his sweat-soaked brow against my own with a gravelly chuckle. I joined in, laughing weakly as my arms fell bonelessly to my sides. I was so wrapped up in my own glow that it took me a moment to realize what I was smelling.
“Burning.”
“Hm? What was that?” Leo gave a confused look through half-shuttered eyes.
“Burning. I smell something burning.”
His dark eyes widened comically as he shot a distraught look behind him. “Shit, the pancakes.”
I was still laughing as he rushed to the stove and the smoking contents of the skillet.
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Leo
I took another bite of the burnt pancake and grimaced at the slightly acrid taste but damn if I didn't regret a single moment with Quinn, even if it did result in a nearly inedible breakfast. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, watching the way she inhaled the steam from the ceramic coffee mug clutched in her hands. Her green eyes closing in pleasure. My coffee. But I didn’t say another word as I watched.
She savored every moment, seeming to squeeze every ounce of joy that she could from even the smallest thing. A cup of coffee. Burnt pancakes. A single kiss. It was something I had noticed from the first. And admired, even though it was the opposite of the way I operated. She held nothing back.
Hell, I’d practically made an art of skimming through life. Not making waves. Not leaving an impression when I packed up and moved on. It was easier that way. No mess. I didn’t let myself think about just how much I like the way Quinn loved life. The way she went all or nothing. The way she was making me break my own rules. Rules that I had lived by so long they were practically second nature.
Don’t get involved. Don’t get in too deep. And sure as fuck never stay with the same girl more than a few days. Three days was my max. There had been a few times I’d broken that rule before and it had never ended well. Every time I would swear to myself that I’d learned my lesson. That lesson seemed far away and unimportant at that moment.
"Sorry about the pancakes, sunshine," I said with the nod at her plate. I needed to say something to dislodge the track of my wayward thoughts. Quinn glanced up at me from across the small kitchen table and the grin she gave me was so sweet and so sinful all at the same time I wanted to have her all over again.
She took a blissful sip of coffee before answering slowly, deliberately, “I’m not.”
That’s it. It’s official. There’s something about Quinn that makes me hornier than a teenager tumbling around in the hay with his first girlfriend. I already want her again.
The thought flicked through my mind and I was bare seconds from sweeping the plates to the floor and hauling her up on the table so I could feast on her instead. The strident ringing of a cell phone stopped me before I could make a move.
Quinn glanced at the caller ID for a moment before answering.
"Hey you…I know. I'm sorry I didn't call you back earlier…." I forced down another bite of pancakes, trying desperately not to look like I was eavesdropping even though my ears were perked to catch every word. As Quinn spoke, I couldn't help but notice the obvious familiarity with whoever it was on the other end of the call. It had a slick, greasy feeling sinking inside me and with a shock, I realized it was jealousy.
Me? Jealous? That’s impossible. I don’t get jealous. I never get jealous. I’ve always been the love em’ and leave em’ type. That’s my motto. I don’t do clingy and I sure as fuck don’t do relationships.
So why do you care who she’s talking to, then?
Before I could come up with a reasonable answer, Quinn was talking again.
“…I already told you, Jonah. I’ll be there. I promise. I’ll meet you there and we can talk then, okay?...Bye.” Quinn hung up the cell phone and even though I told myself I wouldn’t, I couldn’t stop the words from forming on my lips and I sure as hell couldn’t silence them.
“So, who was that? A friend?” I tried to sound as casual as possible, the whole time wondering what the hell I was even doing. Why did it matter? I didn’t know the answer to the question to that, and if I was honest with myself, that scared me.
Quinn shrugged, oblivious to my inner turmoil. Thank god for small mercies.
“It was my brother. Calling to check in on me for the hundredth time because he still thinks I’m ten years old.” She shook her head in frustration but I was too busy sighing in relief to notice. It didn’t occur to me to wonder why I’d feel relieved but then she was talking again.
“I have to go meet him out on the outskirts of town. Just found out we were left our grandfather’s property but I have no idea what sort of shape it’s in. It’s basically sat abandoned for the past twenty years.”
Her words triggered a memory, a conversation I had, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It sat there, on the tip of my tongue. Quinn spoke more about the property as I tried to work it out but then, like puzzle pieces falling into place, it all came into terrible clarity.
“Wait a minute, did you say Jonah?” Dread quickly replaced the relief that had been so short lived.
“What?”
“Jonah. When you were talking. You called your brother Jonah?”
“Yeah. That’s his name.” Quinn gave me an odd look across the kitchen table and I couldn’t blame her, “Why?”
“Jonah Moore? And that would make you…”
“Quinn Moore. Yep, that’s generally how names work.” She tilted her head to the side, examining me as if I’d suddenly grown two heads. I felt just as confused.
Quinn was Jonah’s little sister.
My best friend’s little sister.
My best friend’s little sister who he had practically raised and treated more like a daughter than a sibling. Hell, overprotective didn’t even begin to cover Jonah’s attitude.
I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do but I did know one thing. If Jonah ever found out about us, I was a dead man. Plain and simple. He would kill me.
“Um, well. I’m sure you have to go and uh, get ready. I should really…My shift at the bar starts pretty soon,” Sure, if by ‘pretty soon’ I mean two hours. But I was in full on panic mode, still trying to process this new turn of events. “I gotta get to work, so…”
“Alright,” Quinn said slowly, still staring at me oddly but at the moment, I didn’t care. I was more worried about keeping my hide intact. “I’ll see you later?”
“Sure, yeah. See you later.” I jumped to my feet, my mind racing as my more than healthy sense of self-preservation kicked in and I tossed Quinn a distracted wave as I threw on jeans and a more or less clean shirt before racing from the apartment and down the stairs to the bar. What the hell did I get myself into? And even worse, what the hell was I going to tell Jonah?