Chapter Fourteen
Quinn
Lucas pulls me into his arms and begins to sway back and forth as the band plays an instrumental version of Perfect by Ed Sheeran and I melt into him, relieved that this night is almost over. The band thankfully got their shit together just before the guests arrived and we managed to raise a ton of money for the children’s hospital without any more drama. And, as an added bonus, I had several people come up to me tonight and ask for business cards because they were so impressed with my work.
“You ready to call it a night?” Lucas asks as he holds my hand to his chest and I shake my head.
“Not quite yet. Dance with me a little while longer.”
He smiles. “I think I can do that. By the way, you killed it tonight, babe. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, a blush creeping up my cheeks and a deep sense of satisfaction settling into my chest knowing that he’s impressed with all my hard work. Who would have thought, three weeks ago, that his opinion would mean more to me than anything else. “And thanks for getting all dressed up and accompanying me.”
“And miss seeing you in this dress? Not a chance in hell.”
I lean back and our eyes meet. “You trying to butter me up, Smith?”
“Why?” He laughs. “Is it working?”
“A lady never tells.”
“Quinn,” Willa calls as she approaches us and I turn to her with a smile.
“Hey, girl. What ever happened to your date?”
She shakes her head with a sigh. “He bailed on me ten minutes before the event started.”
“What a tool,” Lucas tells her and I nod in agreement.
“Oh, don’t you worry about it. You, sir, have renewed my faith in the opposite sex.”
Lucas laughs, pulling me closer and I can’t help but smile. “Well, glad I could help.”
“And you,” she says, pointing to me. “We have lots to talk about on Monday.”
“I’m really looking forward to that,” I quip, my tone dry and she laughs. No doubt she’ll spend the rest of the weekend thinking of questions to grill me with.
“Me, too. I’m going to take off and I’ll be back in the morning to get all this broken down.”
I nod and step out of Lucas’s arms to give her a hug. “Thank you. Text me when you get home so I know you made it safe and I’ll be around tomorrow if you run into any problems.”
“Don’t worry about it. I can handle it,” she says before flashing me a grin. “So you two have a fun weekend.”
“Subtle,” I murmur and she laughs.
“That word is not in my vocabulary.” She pulls away and takes a step back, waving as Lucas pulls me back into his body. “Bye, y’all.”
When she’s gone, I turn back to Lucas and yawn as I lay my head on his shoulder. We sway back and forth to A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. There are a few couples out on the dance floor and a few groups of people still milling around but the party is definitely winding down and although I’m exhausted, I’m incredibly proud of myself for throwing this together.
“Let’s get you upstairs, gorgeous,” Lucas whispers in my ear and I nod as I yawn again.
“Okay.”
He grabs my hand and laces our fingers as we start slowly wandering out of the ballroom. “Is it time for my surprise now?”
“You’re like a kid on Christmas,” I tease with a laugh.
“Come on, baby. Just tell me what it is. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
I grab his arm and cuddle into his side as we stop in front of the elevator. “I think you can wait a few more minutes.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, looking more like a little boy than the man I’ve gotten to know over the past month and I giggle as the elevator doors open.
“So impatient.”
We step into the elevator and as soon as the doors slide closed, he pushes my back up against the wall and runs his nose down the length of mine. “You know what else I’ve been waiting all night for?”
“What?”
He leans in and gently presses his lips to mine, letting them linger just long enough to make me want more before he pulls away. “That.”
“Do it again.”
“Look at you,” he muses, leaning one hand against the wall by my head as he traces over my bottom lip with his finger. “Getting all demanding and shit.”
“Kiss me, Lucas.”
He shakes his head and drops his hand from my face. “I don’t know, Darlin’. I kind of like hearing you beg like this.”
“Don’t press your luck,” I murmur, arching my back and pressing my hips into his. He sucks in a breath and a satisfied smile stretches across my face.
“What if I do?”
“Then I’ll be sleeping alone tonight.”
The door slides open and I arch a brow as I shove him off me and leave him standing in the elevator with a shocked look on his face. I peek over my shoulder as I dig the key out of my clutch and he follows after me, his gaze locked on my ass, and I turn back to the door with a grin on my face.
“The back of this fucking dress,” he growls, stepping up behind me and gripping the fabric at the waist. “Is killing me.”
“I would say I’m sorry…”
He shakes his head and presses his lips to my neck. “No, don’t. I love it.”
“Well,” I muse as I slip the key into the lock and twist it. The door opens and I step inside before reaching out and pulling him along with me. As soon as the door closes, I feel bolder than I have all night and I press him up against the wall. “I think it’s time for your surprise.”
His eyes light up. “Yeah? What is it?”
Leaning in, I lay my hand flat against his chest and kiss his neck, lingering for a second before moving on to the next spot. A groan rumbles in his chest and his grip on my hips tightens.
“Darlin’,” he rasps, his voice full of gravel. It sends shivers down my spine and my belly flips as moisture pools between my thighs. “If you keep kissing me like that…”
“Shut up, Lucas. No more warnings. No more holding back. No more rules. In the past month, you’ve proven to me countless times that you are the kind of man that I can trust with not only my body but my heart. My feelings for you are wild and overwhelming sometimes, given that we’ve only known each other for a short time but I told you I was ready for more and that’s your surprise tonight.”
His brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“I guess I’ll have to show you,” I whisper, reaching under my arm and unhooking the top of the dress as our eyes lock. My heart thunders in my chest as I slowly lower the zipper and when I reach the bottom, I slip the dress off my shoulders. Lucas’s gaze falls to my chest and he swallows hard as I let go of the dress and it glides down my body before pooling in a puddle at my feet.
“Fuck,” he groans as his eyes slowly trail back up my body and I resist the urge to cover my bare breasts. It’s been a long time since I’ve been willingly naked in front of a man but I meant everything I said. I trust him with everything - my heart, my body, my fears, my past. I’ve given it all to him.
He pushes himself off the wall as one arm wraps around my waist and pulls me into his body. We back up until my shoulders hit the opposite wall and he cups my face, brushing his thumb back and forth across my cheek.
“Do you remember what I told you?”
I shake my head. “No one needs to be in charge here, Lucas. I told you that I trust you and I meant it. If I’m uncomfortable with something, I’ll let you know. Until then, stop holding back with me. I’m not going to break.”
His eyes linger on mine for a second before he leans in and slams his lips to mine. I whimper and my knees tremble as I grip his arm and pull him closer, my lips parting. He nips at my bottom lip and my core clenches as a wave of need crashes over me. There is something deep down in my soul screaming for more from him, like it will never be enough. I’ll never get him close enough. He’ll never kiss me hard enough or long enough to satisfy this ache in my chest for him.
“Lucas,” I whisper as he drags his lips across my skin and he groans, his hand gripping the back of my neck. We stumble away from the wall, our lips finding their way back to each other as I start frantically pulling at his tux, desperate to feel all of him against me. His jacket hits the floor quickly followed by his shirt as he kicks off his shoes. I hum as my fingers trail down his stomach and the tight muscles of his abs.
“Quinn,” he breathes, his head dropping back. I continue down his body and unbutton his pants before shoving them down his legs. As he steps out of them, he wraps his arm around me and lifts me into the air before carrying me over to the bed. He lays me on my back and leans over me as he runs a hand down my chest. My nipple pebbles under his touch and he groans again.
“Tell me something,” he says and I release a breath.
“You want to have a conversation right now?”
He nods. “Are you wet?”
A moan slips past my lips before I can respond and my cheeks heat. No one has ever talked to me like that before but it certainly works for me. Or maybe that’s just Lucas.
“Was that a yes, gorgeous?”
“Yes,” I breathe with a nod. He grins as his hand slowly crawls up the inside of my thigh.
“Are you going to tell me what you want?”
I meet his gaze. “You know what I want.”
“Yeah,” he muses with a glint in his eyes, totally in his element. It’s a side to him that I’ve never seen and if I wasn’t already addicted to him, I would be now. There’s something about that little hint of danger in a man I know I can trust that thrills the part of me that still craves a rush. “I do.”
He moves my panties to the side and strokes his thumb over my slit as my eyes roll back in my head and I moan.
“Do that again, baby,” he whispers, repeating the move and I comply, moaning his name as a little voice in my head screams for more.
“Take them off.” I hook my thumbs in the waistband of the lacy white panties I picked out for tonight and shove them down my hips as far as I can before Lucas takes over and tosses them across the room. He stands and removes his boxer briefs before crawling back over me and a moment of panic lances through me before I can stop it.
“Whoa, what was that?”
I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Fuck that. Talk to me, baby,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me up into a sitting position. I wrap my arms around my knees and suck in a breath.
“It’s just… I haven’t…”
“Since that night?” he finishes for me and I nod. “Do you want to stop?”
“No! I want to do this and I’m not even scared anymore. It was just like a second where I freaked out a little bit.”
He studies me for a moment before nodding and I watch him as he props a couple pillows up against the headboard and leans back against them before holding his hand out to me. “Come here.”
I crawl across the bed and allow him to pull me into his lap. His cock nudges against my core and I suck in a breath as he groans. Hooking his hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me forward until our lips connect and I sigh, any and all fear melting away in an instant.
“Better?” he whispers into my kiss and I nod. “You want more?”
“God, yes.”
As he nips at my bottom lip, his thumb finds my clit and he circles it slowly as I grip his shoulders and fall apart in his lap, arching my back as I close my eyes and rock my hips against his hand.
“You good?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Ready for more?”
“Absolutely.”
He releases my neck to stroke my cheek and I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. “Wrap your hand around my cock, sweetheart.”
My heart hammers against my rib cage as I reach down and do as he instructs, grabbing his length before slowly pumping it up and down.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, his eyes closing as his head falls back against the headboard. “Just like that, Quinn.”
Leaning in, I kiss his neck as I continue working him up and down and he groans, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me closer. Feeling a little bolder, I run my tongue up the column of his neck and he groans louder, his grip tightening.
“Shit, you’re killin’ me here.”
I smile against his skin. “Oh? I’m so sorry.”
“No, you’re fucking not. I can feel you grinning.”
Pulling back, I meet his eyes with the same smile on my face as I move up on my knees and press the tip of his cock against my entrance. He growls as his gaze drops to his lap. Holding him in place, I rub myself back and forth across the head a couple times. His eyes roll back in his head and I feel a little victorious as I slowly sink down on top of him.
“Wait! Shit. I need a condom.”
I shake my head. “I’m on birth control and I don’t want anything between us.”
His gaze flicks to my face and he nods, giving me the go ahead as I take him inside me and release a low moan.
“Holy shit, you feel amazing,” he groans, his fingers kneading my hips as he struggles to maintain control. “You good?”
“Yes, I’m good.” Planting my hands on his shoulders, I start rocking my hips. “What did I say earlier? No holding back, no rules. Just let go.”
He groans, his fingers gripping me harder as he grits his teeth. “I don’t want to scare you.”
“You don’t scare me,” I snap, grabbing his face and holding his gaze on me as I continue to bounce on his cock. “Take control.”
Time seems to stand still as our eyes lock and I see the switch flip in him. With a growl, he wraps his arm around my waist and flips me to my back on the bed before pulling out of me and slamming back in.
“Is this what you want?” he snarls, weeks of pent up desire and frustration pouring out of him and I nod.
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” he groans, one hand gripping my hip and holding it down on the bed as he finds a punishing rhythm that leaves me gasping for air beneath him. It’s steady and unrelenting and everything I need from him in this moment. I claw at his back as my hips try to buck off the bed, meeting him thrust for thrust, but his firm grip keeps me pinned to the mattress.
“Lucas,” I moan and his answering groan sends a shiver through me.
“Christ, I love hearing you moan my name. I’m not going to last this time.”
I shake my head. “Me either.”
He releases my hip to lean down and kiss me as he drives into me faster and harder. My body tightens until I’m sure that I’m going to break. Just before I do, my release explodes through me and I gasp as I cling to him. He rips his lips from mine and thrusts a few more times before stilling and releasing a deep groan.
“Baby,” he breathes, collapsing on top of me and I wrap my arms around him as a giggle slips past my lips. He growls and playfully nips at my neck. “Something funny?”
“No, not funny.”
He pulls back and meets my gaze. “Why are you laughing then?”
“Because you make me really fucking happy.”
A smile stretches across his face and his gaze heats as he glances down at my tits. “You give me five minutes and I’ll make you really happy a second time.”
I giggle again, nodding. “Deal.”
* * * *
“Lucas,” I whisper playfully as I walk my fingers up his bare chest and he grumbles something in his sleep before rolling away from me. Smiling, I cuddle in behind him and press my lips to his neck.
“Woman,” he groans. “I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that it’s too fucking early to be awake. What the hell are you doing to me?”
“I want you,” I whine. He sighs and rolls to his back before cracking one eye open and squinting up at me. In the past week or so, it’s become very apparent that Lucas is not a morning person but he just looks so damn cute when he’s sleepy that I can’t stop myself from waking him up.
“I never thought I would complain about my girlfriend wanting too much sex.”
I fight back a smile as I lean in and kiss him. “Say that again.”
“What? That you want too much sex?” he asks and I giggle, shaking my head.
“No, the other part.”
His large arms wrap around me and he pulls me closer, opening both eyes as he flashes me a teasing smile. “The girlfriend part?”
“Yeah,” I breathe with a nod, my heart on the verge of bursting as the word settles inside me.
“It feels kind of lame, doesn’t it?”
“What does?”
He brushes my hair out of my face. “The word girlfriend, like we’re a couple of teenagers.”
“What would you call me then?”
“Hmm,” he hums, studying me. “I don’t know. Since I haven’t asked you to marry me yet, I can’t call you my fiancée…”
“Y…Yet?” I stutter, looking down at him with wide eyes and he nods.
“No more holding back, right?”
I nod.
“Then you’ve got to know I’m completely and totally in love with you, Quinn Dawson, and someday, I’m going to make you my wife.”
I shake my head as my mouth drops open. “I don’t… How can you…”
“A while back you asked me what I wanted out of my life and then the other night Brooklyn fell asleep on my chest and you were passed out next to me and looking down at the two of you, I realized that I already had everything. Nothing else matters as long as I get to spend my life with you.”
Tears well up in my eyes as I stare at him, my heart racing. “You mean that?”
“Baby, you know I don’t…”
“Say things you don’t mean,” I finish for him as a tear rolls down my cheek. He brushes it away as his brows furrow.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m the luckiest girl in the whole damn world. And because I never dreamed I would find this, find you, and now that I have, I feel like my heart just can’t hold this much happiness. I love you, too.”
He grins and pulls me into a tornado of a kiss that only reaffirms everything we just said to each other and when he finally pulls back, we’re both gasping for air.
“Come take a shower with me,” he commands and I nod, the thought of watching water slide down his muscular body almost driving me out of my mind with need.
“I hope you’re gearing up for another round.”
He shakes his head. “Jesus, woman. You really are insatiable and I’m going to need nourishment if you expect me to go again after the five times we did it last night.”
“You know,” I call, watching him as he flings the covers off his naked body and climbs out of bed. “Some men only get sex on their birthdays.”
When he reaches back for me, I grab his hand and let him pull me to my knees before he drags me over to the edge of the bed and wraps his arms around my waist. “How unfortunate for them. Thank God, I’ve got a girlfriend who’s an undercover freak.”
I scrunch up my nose. “You’re right. I don’t like that word. We should come up with something else.”
“Okay,” he muses, nodding his head. “What about mine?”
“Mine… I could get with that.”
He nods and lifts me into the air and before I can ask him what he’s doing, he throws me over his shoulder, slaps my ass, and carries me into the bathroom. I watch as he turns the water on and when it’s warm, he steps inside with me still in his arms. Only when the glass shower door is closed does he slide me down the front of his body.
“Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are in the mornings?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think you have.”
“What an oversight because you’re better than any sunrise I’ve ever been forced to endure.”
I tsk and turn away from him to let the water run down the front of my body. “You’re such a sweet talker.”
“No, I’m serious,” he rasps, stepping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “You make getting up early worth it.”
“Aw,” I tease, pressing my hand to my chest. “Now, that’s love.”
“You know what,” he growls, spinning me back around to face him and lifting me in the air. He pins me against the shower wall and rubs his hardening cock against my pussy. “You’re being awfully sassy this morning.”
“Maybe it’s because you haven’t given me this,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his as much as I can and he groans. With one arm securely wrapped around my hips, he thrusts his hand into my hair and pulls me down to his lips, searing his name into my very soul with his kiss. I gasp and his tongue teases mine for a second before he nips at my bottom lip.
“This what you want?” he asks, his voice full of fire. The sound settles right between my thighs and I moan as I imagine him sinking into my core just like he did all night long. I’ve never had sex like this and he may be right that I’m a little addicted to it but I don’t care. He makes me feel things that I can’t find words to explain and I don’t want to stop.
“More.”
He growls and drops me to my feet before spinning me to face the wall. “Plant your hands, baby.”
“Why?”
His teeth nip at my earlobe and I gasp, goose bumps racing across my skin as he drags his lips down my neck and plants a kiss on my shoulder. “Just do what you’re told, Quinn. You trust me, right?”
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding and he grabs my hands before planting them above my head against the tile.
“Now, be a good girl and don’t move.”
I moan, closing my eyes as his hands slowly start traveling over my curves, his touch light enough to drive me out of my mind. Stepping up behind me, he presses his cock against my ass and his hands move to my belly, dropping lower and lower until he brushes his fingers over my clit.
“Lucas,” I whisper and he nips at my ear again.
“You like that, Darlin’?”
I nod before dropping my head back on his shoulder. “You know I do.”
Chuckling, he circles the sensitive little bundle of nerves with one hand as the other drags back up my body and squeezes my tit.
“You going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, thrusting my hips back against him and he groans, his breath fanning out across my neck.
“Thought I told you not to move?”
I shrug, shaking my ass back and forth across his cock. “I’m not a good listener.”
“Yeah, I’ve gathered that,” he quips, the pressure on my clit increasing as he rubs faster and I gasp, my knuckles going white as I try to keep my grip on the wall. “We’re going to have to fix that.”
“Or…” I whisper, trying to organize my thought as my release builds deep in my belly. “You could just get used to it. Us Dawson women are very strong willed.”
“I don’t know about that,” he growls, kissing my neck before his teeth sink into my skin and I gasp again. My nipples pebble almost to the point of pain and I rock my hips against his hand, chasing an orgasm that’s just out of reach.
“More, babe. Please,” I beg and he groans as he releases my tit and grabs my chin, forcing my face to his before stealing a kiss. Just as I’m about to fall into the abyss of my release, his hand falls away from my core and I cry out.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispers, spinning me around and lifting me into his arms again. His cock presses against my entrance and he plunges forward as he pins my shoulders to the wall.
“Lucas!” I scream, gripping the back of his neck as he finds a steady rhythm that resurrects my abandoned orgasm in an instant. Pulling us away from the wall, he moves his hands to my ass and manipulates me up and down on his cock as he steps toward the water, grunting each time he sinks back into me.
“Oh my god,” I moan, my muscles aching from holding on to him.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Is that what you wanted? You needed this cock?”
I nod through my near constant moans. “Yes.”
“Greedy girl,” he growls, slamming me down harder and a rainbow of colors explodes through my vision as a release seizes my body. He roars, stumbling over to the wall and pinning me against the tile as he presses his forehead against my chest and continues driving into me.
“Goddamn it, baby.”
I grip his hair and give it a little tug, forcing him to look up at me. His brows furrow in question but I ignore it as I lean down and kiss him hard. His grip on my hips tightens and he pulls away from me as a loud groan spills out of his mouth.
“Fuck!” he yells, thrusting into me one last time before he stills and groans my name, his voice echoing off the walls of the shower. After a second, he glances up at me and I can’t help but smile.
“I love you,” I whisper, reveling in the feeling of being able to say that to him and his answering smile that damn near blinds me.
“Darlin’, I fucking love you more.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him close and press a quick kiss against his lips before going in for another.
“What do you say we finish showering and then go see our girl?”
He nods, leaning in for another kiss. “I can’t think of anything better.”