Chapter Seven

Quinn hadn’t had any plans when he came back to the room after he realized he’d left his phone on the dresser, but hearing Aubry’s moan from the bathroom had drawn him like a moth to the flame. It had broken something in him seeing her in the shower with her hand between her thighs like the best kind of wet dream.

And now here he was, between those very thighs, about to get a little taste of heaven. He looked up the line of her body, taking in the tattoos covering her entire torso, creating a frame around her breasts that made them look like they were just begging for his attention. First, though, he had something to prove.

Or maybe he just couldn’t stand the thought of going another second without tasting her.

He nipped her inner thigh, making her wait for what she wanted, loving the way her entire body quivered at the contact. She wanted it as much as he did. “Tell me.”

“You’re doing just fine on your own.”

Hell, he knew that, but he still wanted to hear her husky voice whispering her dirtiest fantasies. “All the same.”

“Fine.” She tried to roll her hips, but he easily held her in place. “Your mouth, my clit, tonguing and licking and sucking and driving me out of my goddamn mind until I come, screaming your name.”

He’d thought he couldn’t possibly get any harder. He was so fucking wrong. Quinn rested his forehead on her lower stomach, trying to get control. You said she’d beg for your cock, and you meant it. But he wanted to throw all that out the damn window and take her now. Christ, he wanted to so much he could barely breathe past the desire pounding through his blood.

He nuzzled her between her legs, gauging her reaction as he gave her a long lick. She cried out, the sound so unexpectedly sweet that he couldn’t stop himself from doing it again. He’d had every intention of teasing her until she begged, but he couldn’t stop. He licked her again. Aubry’s moan was music to his ears, and her hands coming down to cup the back of his head, holding him in place, was the hottest fucking thing. As if he was going anywhere.

“My clit. Quinn, please.”

There was nothing sexier than a woman who knew what she wanted, and Aubry’s breathless voice telling him how to please her was exactly that. He moved up to her clit, doing exactly as she’d described earlier, sucking and licking and tonguing her. Her hands tensed on the back of his head, and that was the only warning he got before she cried out his name and came against his mouth.

He froze, breathing as hard as she was, belatedly realizing the water had gone lukewarm at some point. Now was when things would go sideways. He’d let her off the wall and she’d make some snarky comment, and then they’d go back to the uncomfortable would-they-or-wouldn’t-they standoff that they’d had going all day.

Not fucking likely.

He shifted his grip on her and stood, without ever letting her feet touch the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still looking a little dazed. “What are you doing?”

Fuck, he didn’t know. He just knew he wasn’t ready for this moment to end. “I’m not done with you yet, peaches.”

She blinked. “But…I came.”

“Yeah, you did.” He turned off the shower and opened the glass door. “Once.” He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, settling between her thighs. There was a lot going on behind those amber eyes as the after-effects of her orgasm started wearing off, but he wasn’t about to let a little thing like common sense stop him now that he’d had a taste of her.

Quinn kissed her, long and slow, taking his time and exploring her mouth as he thrust against her, his cock sliding against the wetness between her legs. It was a struggle to keep his strokes short so there was no chance he’d get anywhere near her entrance. He had every intention of keeping his earlier promise to make her beg. He broke away enough to say, “You’ve thought about me before.”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“Liar.” He palmed her breast, loving the way she filled his hand, the challenge in her eyes even as she arched against him. She could take anything he could give and keep coming back for more. “I’ve thought about you. Enough times that I drove myself crazy.”

“You—You have?” It might have been the first time he’d heard her less than one hundred percent sure of herself.

“Seeing you last summer in that old-school one-piece? Yeah, I thought about it. I thought about pulling it down so I could see your rosy nipples.” He moved down her body to suck first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, flicking each tip with his tongue. “I thought about that wicked mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

“You just wanted to shut me up.” She gave a breathless laugh that turned into a moan when he pushed a finger into her. She was tight, so tight he had to work to get a second finger into her. He stroked her slowly, waiting until she lifted her hips every time his fingers entered her, urging him to pick up the pace.

“Maybe.” He kissed her hipbone and then worked his way over her stomach, still fucking her with his fingers. “I’ve thought about you riding my cock, feeling you go tight around me just before you come.”

“Oh, just that.” She ran her hands up her sides to cup her breasts.

“Yeah, just that.” He ducked down and licked her clit in the same way that had driven her crazy before. “I’ve thought about this, too. About licking you until you come, and then sucking on your sweet little clit until you can’t decide if you want to beg me to stop or beg for another orgasm.”

Aubry lifted her head, her familiar glare in place, though the affect was kind of lost by the glazed look in her eyes. “Your fantasies seem to feature me begging a lot.”

“Yep.” He gave her another long lick. “Though if you want to give stern instructions, I’ll take that into consideration.”

She laughed, the sound choked off when he pushed a third finger into her. “Oh. My. God.”

“Tell me what you want, peaches. I’ll even consider giving it to you.”

“That’s…you’re…” Her back arched, her eyes shutting and his name on her lips. “Quinn.”

Holy shit. He could get addicted to the sight of her coming and knowing he was the cause of it. When they were like this, it didn’t matter that they could barely stand the sight of each other under normal circumstances. He liked driving her crazy. He thought she might like returning the favor if given half a chance.

He fully intended to give her that chance.

…

Aubry didn’t know when her life had taken a hard left turn, but she couldn’t find it in herself to question it too much, with an orgasm rippling through her. She gasped and cursed and fought against the pleas crowding the inside of her lips. Because now, having a taste of what being in bed with Quinn would be like, she wanted the whole nine yards. It didn’t matter that it was the most awful idea in a long history of awful ideas, or that the second they had sex, it would be the beginning of the end.

The end of what? You don’t even like the guy half the time.

More than half the time.

But for the first time in longer than she cared to remember, she felt alive and free and there wasn’t a single worry plaguing her. There was only this room and this man and the way he made her feel. He shifted to lie next to her, his hand still idly stroking her between her legs. It wasn’t enough to do more than draw a little moan from her, but it was clear he wasn’t done yet.

Good.

She stretched, the move pushing his fingers deeper into her. Two orgasms in and the size of his cock was looking more like an enticement than a challenge. All she had to do was open her mouth and say those damning words.

If you do that, it means he wins. It means you’ll never hear the end of it.

Something must have shown on her face, because he kissed her, deep and probing, before lifting his head and saying, “The rules have changed, just for this week.”

“Oh yeah?” She tried to smother the hope flickering to life in her chest, but it was nearly impossible. If there was a way to have her cake and eat it, too, then for once in her life she was going to jump and worry about the potential consequences later.

“We’re supposed to be dating.” He circled her clit with his thumb. “So think of this as some really intensive practice.”

“Practice.” It was absurd, but the word actually made her feel better.

“We have to be convincing.” He kissed down her neck. “And you’re not thinking about slapping me right now and I’ve had my hands all over you.”

“True.” She knew she was grabbing onto the flimsy excuse with both hands, but she didn’t care. “I don’t feel much like punching you in the throat right now.”

“That’s good.” His laugh vibrated against her skin, but then his voice deepened. “You want my cock, peaches. Let me give it to you.”

She pressed her lips together, trying and failing to see the pitfalls in front of her. It was impossible. All she could focus on was how empty she felt, even with his fingers still stroking her. She wanted more, and she wanted it now. Aubry ran her hand over his arm, silently marveling at the strength she could feel there. “Just this week. Then we go back to normal.”

“Deal.” He urged her to spread her legs a little wider. “We’ll be back to sniping at each other, and we’ll never speak of this again.”

She lifted her head and kissed him. “In that case, Quinn, you better have a condom secreted away somewhere, because I think I might die if I don’t have your cock right now.”

He slid off the bed and strode to the dresser. Behind the giant bouquet of fake flowers, there was a bowl she hadn’t noticed—a bowl filled to the brim with pink and red condom wrappers.

She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him rip a wrapper open and roll it onto his length. “I think you might have to give that mechanic a gigantic tip.”

“I’m inclined to think you’re right.” He stopped at the edge of the bed. “How do you want it, peaches?”

It was official. She was still in the shower and fantasizing this entire thing.

Emboldened by the thought, she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed, guiding him onto his back. No matter which way I spin it, this isn’t real. That means I can do whatever the hell I want. “I like the picture you painted before.” She straddled his hips, bracing herself on his big chest. “I’ll make you a deal.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Since our last deal worked out so well, I’m in.”

“You don’t even want to hear it?”

“Sure I do.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently until she hissed out a breath. “Though if it involves watching you ride my cock, I’m going to tell you right now that we’re both coming out the winners in this.”

“I’d settle for us both coming.”

“Peaches, you read my mind.”

She rose and reached between them to stroke his cock. So big. She wanted it. She wanted it all. Aubry positioned him at her entrance and sank down an inch. Quinn gripped her hips, slowing her descent. “Easy.”

“I don’t want it easy. I want it hard and hot and rough.”

Something changed on his face, and she realized that he’d held onto the slightest bit of control until this point. It was gone now. He pulled her down and his hips rose, sheathing his cock in her to the hilt. Her breath escaped her in a sharp cry that had nothing to do with pain. She tried to move, to shift, to do something to relieve the growing pressure inside her, but Quinn kept their hips pinned together. “That’s it, peaches. Feel every single fucking inch of me.”

“I…can’t.” She shook her head, still trying and failing to move. “I need more.”

“I’ve got more for you.” He lifted her and slammed her down onto him. She moaned, wanting to help him, but he had full control despite her being on top. Quinn half sat up and used one hand to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her down against his chest. He kissed her, still fucking her, the contrast between his grip and what his cock was doing between her legs nearly making her eyes roll back in her head. He broke away enough to say, “This is what you wanted.”

“Yes.” There was no point in playing coy. She gripped his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. There was nothing soft or sweet or gentle about what he was doing to her. It was hard and gritty and sexy beyond belief.

And she loved every second of it.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, bowing her back and ripping a desperate little cry from her lips that she’d deny she made until her dying day. Quinn’s hands spasmed on her hips, his face twisting into a grimace and her groaned name slipping from his lips.

He said my name as he came. It didn’t mean a damn thing. She’d done the same. It was hormones and desire-fueled insanity at its finest.

It was still the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

That, more than anything, got her moving. She slid off him—or she tried to. His arms went tense around her. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Trying to find some space so my head can stop spinning. She couldn’t say that to him. They might have called a temporary truce, but it wouldn’t last if he sensed weakness. That was just how they worked. So she snarled at him. “I’m going to wash you off me.”

“Nope.” He rolled them, settling between her legs and pinning her in place, though he kept most of his weight off her.

“What the hell do you mean ‘nope’?” She shifted, trying to wiggle out from beneath him, but her traitorous body zinged in response.

“Do you remember what I said in the shower?”

She did, but she was trying very hard not to look into it. “You just wanted to talk your way into my pants.”

“Peaches, you weren’t wearing pants.” He thrust a little, his cock still half hard inside her. “I said when you begged for my cock, you’d have it for the duration of the trip.”

“And if I don’t want it?”

He idly ran a hand up her side to cup her breast. “Do you?”

Yes. The sheer force of the thought surprised her. It was just pent-up hormones clamoring for getting their needs met. It didn’t mean anything. If she could remember that, she might just get through the week. “I—”

“Truth.”

She stared at a spot on the ceiling and gritted her teeth against the urge to tell him she’d happily spend from now until kingdom come on his cock. Once she had a little control over herself, she said, “Fine.”

“You can play coy, peaches, but I know the truth.” He feathered his fingers across her nipple, making her squirm. “You can’t hide it when I’m inside you.”

That’s what she was afraid of.