Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he said as he tagged the back of his tee at the base of his neck, hunched his shoulders, and pulled it off of his body.
I was left with the chest of a god staring back at me.
Though Quinn wasn’t quite as muscular as his brothers, he made up for it in the ripped department. The man was shredded. I could see the muscles under each one of his ribs. His arms were large and defined. His shoulders were perfectly shaped. His abs. Oh, his abs.
They’d gotten better in the years since I’d seen him last.
He’d grown into his body in a way that showed he’d moved from boy to man.
Those deep lines, also known as the Adonis belt, were bold and apparent as they dipped into the pants that were hanging on by the curve of his ass alone.
And his ass.
That’d been the one thing about him that I’d always been jealous over.
He had the perfect, most rounded and defined ass, that I’d ever seen.
The man could fill out a pair of Wranglers like nobody’s business.
“You’re looking at me like you need me,” he growled.
The problem was, I did need him.
He just wasn’t willing to fight for me.
I bit my lip, and he dropped his pants.
He hadn’t been wearing underwear.
I didn’t know what Quinn’s aversion to wearing underwear was, but the man hated them.
The only time he wore them was when he was forced to—i.e., working out or going somewhere that required him to be in them.
But now, under his dress uniform, I was unsurprised to see his cock pop up with nothing left to contain it.
I’d always loved his cock.
I’d only ever seen two in my life, his and my brother’s accidentally in a traumatizing event when I was thirteen that had us both walking into each other in the hallway when we thought we were alone.
But I knew Quinn’s to be perfect.
It was long and thick, perfectly veiny. The head was prominent. The tip a darker pink than the rest of him.
It was just… perfect.
And the things that perfect dick could do to me…
He caught his cock and pumped it twice, his eyes staying on me the entire time.
“You’re staring,” he snarled.
I was.
“I…” I shifted, my legs momentarily breaking apart, and I saw the moment he realized what he was doing to me.
It was hard to hide the evidence of arousal when it was coating my inner thighs.
And the stupid lights above the bed framed it almost indecently, allowing the glare to flicker off my arousal in an obscene way.
He snarled something under his breath before prowling to me.
I watched, heart in my throat, as he came my way.
“Are you sure this is a bad idea?” he asked as he pushed my legs apart and all but forced his way between them.
“Um,” I hesitated, wondering what it was that we’d been talking about.
Oh! The stupidness of this decision.
Sex always complicated things.
Right?
“Baby,” he said. “You’re not sounding very convincing.”
That was because his cock was now pressed up against my pussy.
I could feel the head dipping between my wet folds, coating the length of it in my arousal.
“I’m trying,” I panted. “But…”
But I couldn’t think straight.
Not with his cock delving between my pussy lips.
Not with the head of his cock running against my clit, making me think of nothing but the way he felt.
The way he’d feel when he sank inside…
I cried out as the head of his cock breached my entrance.
God. I wanted more!
“Quinn,” I breathed. “Con…”
He pushed all the way inside before I could finish.
“Con…” I started to say again, but he pulled back, making me cry out in desperate need.
He pushed back in.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Then he started to grind, and I forgot all about why we would need a condom.
I forgot all about how I knew this would hurt.
I forgot about the way he always ruined me when he left me.
I focused on him.
On the way he was making me feel.
On the sound of our breathing as he fucked me into oblivion.
The doubts. The what ifs. The indecision.
All of it disappeared with each stroke of his hips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Are you mine?”
Was I his?
I’d never be anyone else’s… but his? I didn’t think so.
I’d never be his again.
“No,” I breathed.
He slammed back inside of me, harder this time.
I saw stars, and my body started to tip precariously close to the edge.
But before I could fall over, he stilled, his hand going to my face as he grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him.
His blazing hazel green eyes stared into mine as he said, “Are. You. Mine?”
Never.
Not unless he was mine right back.
He must’ve seen that look in my eyes, my resolution, because he said, “I’ve been yours since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
I swallowed hard. “Quinn…”