CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“I Will Wait”

Evan

I woke with a jolt. Thinking I was in my bed, I rolled over to look at the clock and nearly faceplanted onto the floor. It took a minute for the cobwebs to clear. Glancing around the room, I saw the boxes shoved against the wall, and suddenly, it all came back. While waiting for Quinn to get home last night, I must have fallen asleep. My eyes darted to the front window and a feeling of dread took hold. The sun was barely up, which meant it was early morning. Where was Quinn?

In a rush of fear, I bolted from the sofa and shot into the kitchen, hoping to find her purse sitting in its usual spot on the counter. Relief whooshed through me. It was here, which meant she was home, so...why didn’t she wake me? This thought followed me all the way up the stairs and into her bedroom. A bedroom, I might add, that was spotlessly clean... as in scary clean... so clean that the thirty second rule could easily extend to the three-day rule. Pushing that thought aside, I advanced across the room to her bed. Somewhere, buried under the jungle of comforters, was Quinn. How many comforters did the woman need? There had to be at least three.

“I can feel you staring,” a sleepy voice mumbled from beneath the pile.

Smiling at her early morning crankiness, I lifted the comforters up to slide inside and nearly pissed myself. Lying on her stomach with one leg cocked to the side, one arm above her head, and one half of a breast on full display, was a very naked Quinn. My cock shot up so fast, it nearly knocked out a tooth. The knowledge that my dream woman slept in the buff was almost too good to be real. It also elevated her status to future wife.

“That better be you checking out the goods, Rock Star, or we’re going to have some issues.”

Fighting back a laugh, I said, “Hmmm, could you roll over, please. I’d like to test drive the car before I buy it.” At the sound of her girly giggle, I lost the fight, and while laughing with her, I thought, I’m the luckiest bastard alive. I made a move to join her in bed, but paused when she said, “Fine, but if I roll over, I better be seeing some cock.” My brows shot to my hairline. Surely she was kidding. When she suddenly flopped over onto her back, I was caught so off guard that I swallowed my spit down the wrong pipe. While coughing like crazy, I ogled her gorgeous body. Anyone with eyes could see that Quinn was fit, especially wearing that work outfit that we still needed to have a chat about, but a naked Quinn was out of this world...perfect.

“Drop ‘em,” she ordered, and just like that, I was smacked by a wave of doubt. What if I didn’t measure up, and I wasn’t talking about my junk, because I knew that was impressive. I’d just pissed away nine years of my life on a woman who’d done nothing but lie to me. I felt like a wild animal that was finally freed from its cage. Gun shy was a good word to describe it. Scared was another. Was I wrong to have doubts? My thoughts must have shown on my face, because Quinn was suddenly on her knees and crawling to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I haven’t done this a lot, I—” I placed my fingers on her lips to silence the rest of her sentence.

As she stared up at me with those sleepy gray eyes and that wild hair, I just had to know. “Tell me this isn’t a mistake.” Her face clouded with worry and I wanted to kick myself for ruining the moment with my insecurities.

“Do you feel like it’s a mistake?” she asked. I could slowly see her withdrawing from me.

Now, mad at myself, I blurted, “I feel like you’re the most important thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Her eyes sparked with emotion. “I feel the same way about you. Look, I know you’re overwhelmed right now. I completely get it. So, how about we just take it one day at a time?” I wanted more, but for now this would have to do.

Reaching for her hand, I laced our fingers together. “One day at a time, huh? Tell me, Country, what do you have in mind for today?” I loved making her laugh. It made me want to do it over and over again.

“For starters, I’d like to not be the only naked person in the room.”

“But naked looks so good on you.” I was teasing her, but damn if it wasn’t the truth.

Her laughter faded into a cock-throbbing smile. “I bet it would look good on you, too.” She was taunting me and I liked it. I liked everything about Quinn Kinley.

In lieu of a response, I let go of her hand, and with the flick of my fingers, I unbuttoned my shorts. They landed on the floor with a thud. Trapped in her heated stare, I slid my fingers inside the waistband of my briefs and slowly pushed them down my legs.

A rush of air hissed from her mouth and I glanced up to find her eyes frozen on my cock. She kept them there as she shifted from her knees onto her ass and began shuffling backwards across the bed. When her back hit the pile of pillows lining the headboard, she stopped. What she didn’t realize, was that in doing this, she opened herself up to me. I’d dreamed about this moment, fantasized about it, jacked off countless times while envisioning it in my head, but nothing could prepare me for the real deal.

Her breath hitched as I lowered one knee to the side of the bed. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she half-whispered, half-moaned. It was happening, alright. In fact, if I didn’t get a grip, it was going to happen all over her pretty little stomach, which reminded me that I needed to grab the condom from my wallet. But first, I wanted a taste.

Surprise flickered in her eyes when I suddenly dropped to my belly, pushed up onto my forearms, and began to slither up the bed. When I reached the V of her thighs, I slid my hands under her ass and tilted her hips. The urge to see her face when I tasted her for the first time had me shifting my gaze up her stomach and past her breasts to her face—a face brimming with hunger. I drank in her lust filled expression as I glided my tongue across her opening.

A very unladylike curse flew from her lips, making me smile, making me only want more. Fuck more. I wanted it all. Jerking her hips higher, I dove in. She tasted like hope, like the promise of a brighter future. She tasted like...a song. I closed my eyes and nearly wept from relief. I could hear it in my head. For months I’d been waiting, wanting, wishing for the music to come. I thought it had died beneath the weight of Mandy’s betrayal.

With a groan, Quinn buried her fingers in my hair and began to rock against my mouth. I could tell she was close. I was going to write a million songs for this woman, but first I was going to make her come on my tongue and then...I was going to make her mine.

She didn’t scream like I thought she would. She just let out a low, guttural sounding moan. A moan that shot straight to my cock and echoed through my balls. In a flash I was off the bed and scrambling for my shorts and the condom inside my wallet.

Once I had it in my grasp, I turned to find her up on her elbows, watching me with a satiated smile on her lips. Her stare drifted to the condom in my hand, her smile instantly changing to a smirk.

“Well, aren’t you just the Ready Freddy,” she drawled.

Not wanting her to think that I regularly carried condoms around in my wallet, I told her that I’d stopped off at the gas station on the way home last night and bought three boxes.

Her jaw dropped and then she busted into laughter. “Three? Good lawd, Rock Star, talk about high expectations.”

Shrugging, I murmured “High is better than none.”

She wiggled her finger in a come-hither motion and burst into laughter when I took a running leap onto the bed and tackled her to the mattress. My cock accidentally rubbed against her slit, causing us both to groan. Chills of pleasure circled my balls and squeezed. I needed to get a move on or I was going to embarrass myself.

Quinn’s husky murmur of, “Let me put it on,” only made it worse.

“Next time,” I told her. She opened her mouth to argue, but it was too late. I was already sliding the condom on. Gray eyes darkened with lust as she watched. Later, I would give her a show, but for now, I just needed to be inside her.

Slowly, I dropped to my forearms, lined myself up to Quinn’s entrance, and gently pushed inside. Pleasure rippled through my body as I tilted my hips and added more pressure.

As I gazed down into her eyes, I knew that this was what I’d been waiting for. This was what I’d been missing. I just didn’t know it, until now.

In an attempt to take me deeper, Quinn arched her back. At the same time, she made this noise in her throat, somewhere between a groan and a plea. A noise that almost derailed my self-control. I was trying to take this slow, to make it good for her, but she was making it harder by the second—both literally and figuratively.

“Please,” she gasped, and that was all it took. The sound of her begging while my cock was inside her was more than I could handle, and in one swift thrust, I was buried as deep as I could go. A surprised gasp flew from her lips.

Our eyes locked and held. “You’re perfect,” I rasped.

She blinked. Then she craned her neck up and sealed her lips to mine. With a slight cant of my head, I deepened the kiss. At the same time, I pulled out and thrust back in.

“So good,” she murmured against my lips.

I broke from the kiss long enough to say, “Legs behind my back.” She immediately complied, and I swept my tongue back inside her mouth as I slowly began to build the pace. Neither of us could manage to hold the kiss because we were panting too hard. With each stroke I took us closer to the edge.

“Evan,” Quinn gasped, and I knew she was close.

Not about to come without her, I switched it up, and at the bottom of each thrust, I ground my pelvis into her clit. Evidently, this worked, because she suddenly latched her hands onto my forearms and let out a long, drawn out, sexy as hell moan. A moan that catapulted me straight into orbit.

Waves of mind-numbing pleasure racked my body as I was engulfed by a spine stiffening orgasm. I didn’t realize I was shouting until someone banged on the door.

“Hey, fucker! Keep it down in there! It’s too damn early to be doing that shit!” Chaz shouted.

“Oh, God! I forgot they were here,” Quinn whispered. Collapsing on top of her, I wrapped her in a full body hug, and burst into laughter.

“It’s not funny!” Chaz yelled, but he was wrong. It was more than funny. It was fucking hilarious.

After a humor filled breakfast, where everyone gave us shit for being so loud, we said our goodbyes. Chaz and Olivia were on their way home to New York, while Bobby and Tut were headed to Virginia. The house was all ours by noon.

The housekeeper arrived shortly after they’d gone, and while Quinn instructed her on what to do, I called my attorney, Stan, and told him what I needed. Needless to say, he thought I was insane.

“You want to what?” he screeched. I explained what Bobby and Tut had discovered, how they were on their way to Virginia to confirm their findings, and that we needed to buy time.

“This is a bad idea,” he argued.

“Do you have a better one, because if so, I’m all ears.” As far as I was concerned, the guy hadn’t done shit except for complain. When he failed to respond, I said, “Just do it,” and hung up.

An hour or so later Quinn found me. “You okay?” she asked from the doorway. She had on sweatpants and a black tank top with the words Countryfried written across it in bold pink letters. Her hair was on top of her head in a frizzed-out pony tail and she wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup. She was perfect. My perfect.

“Is Linda still here?” I asked, thinking that if she wasn’t, I was going to strip off Quinn’s sweatpants and have my evil way with her.

A slow, very knowing smile spread across her face. “It’s Lowis, and she’s gone.” And just like that, my cock was up and ready to go.

Unlike the first time, I planned on taking things slow. Quinn, evidently, had other ideas, because one minute we were talking about how I needed to remember the housekeeper’s name and the next she was naked and straddling my lap.

“Quinn—”

Rearing back, she speared me with those amazing eyes of hers and said the words I never thought I’d hear, but had fantasized about. “Fuck me, Rock Star.” Well, minus the rock star part, that is. She wanted to get fucked? Who was I to tell her no?

As I dug another condom out of my wallet, Quinn worked on my shorts. In record time, they were unzipped and my cock freed from my briefs. I was going to suggest getting undressed, when the condom was suddenly jerked from my grasp. The sight of her rolling it onto my cock made me lose my train of thought. With lust in her eyes and a look of intense concentration on her face, Quinn lifted up onto her knees and slowly sank down, taking me all the way to the root. Being here, in this house, inside this woman, felt monumental. It felt right...as if my whole life had been leading me to this moment.

Eyes leveled on me, she ordered, “Shirt off, Rock Star. I want to see those tats.” Trying not to laugh at her drill sergeant tone, I reached between us, grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and yanked it over my head. With a satisfied smile, she pulled back and lowered her lips to my nipple. Damn, that felt good. I thought I was going to explode when she began to outline one of my chest tats with her tongue. At the same time, she continued to ride my cock. How? I had no clue, but I liked it. When the licks turned into nibbles, I had to take a deep breath. The need to come was riding me hard, but I couldn’t tell if she was close or not. Needing her there, I cupped both of her ass cheeks with my hands, and began pumping her up and down my shaft.

“Evaaaaaan,” she groaned.

“Please tell me your close,” I responded on a pant.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to be closer than close.” Leave it to Quinn to say something funny during sex.

Trying to stave off my orgasm for a few more seconds, I replied, “What if I want you to be closer than close?”

Her whole body tensed. I knew what that meant. Not even three seconds later, she shouted, “Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeees!” And just like that, my orgasm hit. Hard and fast, it slammed into me.

After riding out the shockwaves, Quinn slumped onto my chest with a sigh. A moment of silence passed. I thought she might have fallen asleep, but then all of the sudden, her head sprang up from my chest and she captured me with that gray-eyed stare of hers.

“What would you say if I played hooky from work for the next few days or so?” I didn’t want her to get into trouble because of me, but I sure as hell liked the idea.

“Can you do that?”

Smirking, she replied, “I’m the boss. I can do anything I want.”

“Oh yeah, and what does the boss lady want?” I asked.

Eyes glittering with mischief, she answered, “I want you.” Then she sealed it with a kiss.