Chapter Twelve

Aubry wasn’t sure when her brilliant plan to create some distance between herself and Quinn stopped feeling so brilliant. Maybe it was when Quinn had put himself between her and the rest of the people who were too freaking close and definitely too freaking loud. Or maybe it was his getting jealous of that dude Kurt was kind of cute in a caveman sort of way.

The fact he fingered her to orgasm in a hallway, where they were then interrupted, definitely had something to do with it, though.

She was already starting to doubt her ability to keep her hands off him as he closed the door of the hotel room behind them. It didn’t help that she was riding high off accomplishing the impossible. She’d done it. She’d gone to DeathCon. She’d played the alpha demo. It had been better than she could have dreamed. She didn’t miss out because her anxiety was too much to handle.

All of it added up to her feeling virtually indestructible.

She wanted Quinn, and she wanted him now. And from the look on his face he knew it, too. Damn it. She should have been sated from her earlier orgasm—or the many that had come in the last few days—but the truth was she wanted him all the more because of it. It didn’t make any sense, but she was past trying to rationalize anything that had to do with this man.

To distract herself, she thumbed through the room service menu, barely registering the printed words. She was too busy listening to Quinn move around the room, slowly drifting closer to her. She knew that’s what he was doing the same way her body called out for his, the glaring emptiness between her thighs demanding to be filled.

She turned around to find him standing an arm’s distance from her. His gaze skated over her body in a move she was convinced she could actually feel. “I think it’s time we had a talk.”

“Talking is for the birds.” She grabbed the front of his shirt and towed him to her. Or, rather, she towed herself to him because his feet didn’t actually move. She didn’t care. Nothing mattered but what was about to happen. Aubry went up onto her tiptoes and kissed his neck, his jaw, the dip below his bottom lip. “We both talk too much.”

He hissed out a breath when her nails dug into his shoulders. “That’s the fucking truth.” Quinn palmed the back of her head and kissed her, harsh and hard and exactly what she needed. His other hand unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them off, and she was only too happy to help by stepping out of them. It left her in only her T-shirt and panties, but even that was too much of a barrier between them. Aubry broke the kiss long enough to yank her shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind her, quickly followed by her bra and panties.

Quinn laughed. “Eager, aren’t you?”

“Stop gabbing before I change my mind.”

“Heaven forbid.” He snagged her waist and brought her up against him. The feeling of his T-shirt against her bare breasts was almost unbearably erotic, and she arched against him. He cupped her ass, lining them up in the best way possible, the ridge of his cock rubbing against her clit.

Aubry moaned, but this whole thing was too controlled. She wanted more. She wanted the possessive and furious Quinn that she’d gotten a glimpse of in the stairway. Good thing I know at least one of his triggers. She leaned up to whisper in his ear. “What did you say to Kurt after I left?”

Instantly, his grip on her ass tightened. “If you’re thinking I gave him your number, you better think again.”

“Pity. He seems nice.”

He pulled back enough to look at her face, his expression thunderous. “Don’t talk about another man when you’re naked with me, peaches. It’s bad form.”

“Is it?” She feigned innocence. “Maybe I’m just exploring my options. Rumor has it guys like Kurt are great in bed because they feel like they have something to prove. I bet he’s excellent at oral.”

Quinn’s growl was the only warning she got before he lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. Aubry squealed, the sound barely getting past her lips before he was there, covering her. A man that size had no business moving that fast. It just wasn’t fair. She opened her mouth to tell him as much, but he kissed her, stealing her words. “We covered this last time you were coming around my fingers.”

“Did we?”

He froze, a slow grin spreading over his mouth that made her stomach flip-flop. “You’re baiting me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re provoking a response on purpose.” He thrust against her, his damn jeans a barrier that was as infuriating as it was hot. “You like seeing me jealous.” He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple lightly. “You like me losing control at the thought of another man’s hands on you.”

“Nope.”

If anything, his grin widened. “You liked what I did earlier—no, you loved it. You would have loved it even more if he’d walked in before we were finished.”

Her entire body went tight at the thought of that guy walking in while Quinn was working her, his fingers inside her, his mouth against her ear as he growled filthy things. She tried and failed for a nonchalant shrug. “It was okay.”

“Okay, my ass.” He reached over and brought the hotel phone onto the bed next to them. “Order room service.”

Aubry blinked. “What?”

“I didn’t stutter.” He picked up the phone and handed it to her. “Unless you don’t know what you want.”

“I know.” She always got the same thing—cheeseburger and fries, hold the pickles. What she didn’t know was what game he was playing, because there was some game afoot. Nerves erupted in her stomach, the feeling only making her hotter.

“Good.” He ran his hand down her side. “I want the rib eye. Loaded baked potato—extra cheese.”

“Order for yourself.” It was a token protestation and not even a strong one.

He pressed the button to call room service and slid down her body. Her eyes went wide when she realized his intentions. “You can’t be serious. I’m—” She broke off when his mouth made contact with her clit, a moan slipping free. “Oh God, Quinn.”

“I’ll give you something special if you don’t mess up our order.”

There was no chance of that happening, not with him delivering those devastatingly long licks up her center. She tried to focus on the ringing phone, her mind going terrifyingly blank when a pleasant voice said, “Guest services.”

What was she supposed to be doing? Oh, right. Food. “Uh, I’d…” She took a deep breath, looking everywhere but at him. It didn’t help. “I’d like to make an order.”

“Of course, ma’am. One moment.”

She pressed the phone to her chest in an effort to muffle the sound of her moaning as Quinn fucked her with his tongue. He spread her legs wide and up, baring her completely, and parted her folds with his thumbs. “You’re as pretty here as you are everywhere else.”

Oh my fucking God.

“Ma’am?” The tinny voice made her realize that she still had the phone to her chest.

“Yes. I’m sorry.” She tried to glare at Quinn, but he pushed two fingers into her, making her eyes roll back in her head.

“This is Ms. Aubry Kaiser?”

“Yes.” She lifted her hips, not sure if she was trying to get away or get closer.

“In room 1232?”

“That’s, ah, right.”

“Perfect. What can I get for you?”

Aubry almost cried out when Quinn took his fingers away. She raised her head, her breath stalling in her throat at the sight of him unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his hips, freeing his cock. While she watched, he picked up a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, never taking his eyes off her.

“Ma’am?”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” She scooted away from him, shaking her head, but he grinned and snagged her heel, pulling her back to the edge of the bed. She’d have to talk fast if she wanted to get this order out of the way before he started fucking her. “I’d like a cheeseburger, hold the pickles. And—”

“Would you like fries or onion rings for a dollar upcharge?”

Quinn’s cock notched in her entrance. “Fries.” She watched him push into her, his cock disappearing inch by inch as it filled her. “Oh God.”

“Ma’am? Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” She arched her back, trying to take him deeper. “I need… I need a steak.”

I’ll give you a steak, Quinn mouthed, his big hands kneading her ass, coaxing her legs even farther apart.

“How would you like that cooked?”

She stared into his blue eyes, trying to connect the words in her ear with the man currently inside her. “Your steak? How do you want it cooked?”

“Rare.” He pulled out and shoved into her hard enough to make her breasts bounce.

“Rare.” It came out as a breathy moan.

“And for your side?”

Quinn’s hand hovered over her clit, distracting her. What had the woman said? Oh, right, sides. “Potato. Loaded. Extra cheese.”

“Would you like anything to drink?”

“No.” She had to get off the phone and now. She was so close to coming, it felt like the top of her head might explode.

“Let me just repeat this back to you to ensure I have it all right.”

“Okay.” She watched Quinn’s cock slide in and out of her, the feeling making her want to close her eyes, but she didn’t want to miss a single second of this. The woman on the other line could have been speaking Greek for all she understood the words. “Sounds good.” She tossed the phone aside.

“That was rude.” Quinn hooked an arm under her and lifted her off the bed, turning and sitting on the edge with her in his lap, her legs around his waist. The new position had her clutching his shoulders, completely helpless as he lifted her and moved her on top of him. She started to unhook her ankles, but he shook his head. “Let your trusty steed do the work, peaches.”

She bit her lip. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance.” His grin made her stomach flip. “Though I have to say, you can ride me any day.” He lifted her almost completely off his cock and slid her down inch by torturous inch. “I love feeling how tightly you clench around me.”

Hell, she kind of loved it, too. It didn’t matter that she’d proclaimed this fling had to end less than twelve hours ago. All that mattered was the feeling of completion she could sense just out of reach. She rolled her hips, trying to change the pace, but his hands on her ass meant he controlled everything, and he didn’t seem interested in anything but this slow and thorough fucking. “Quinn, please!”

“I like hearing you like this, knowing that I made you this crazy.” He sank in to the hilt. “You know what I think you like?”

“I bet…you’re going to…tell me.” She was panting, feeling more animal than human. Is orgasm deprivation a legitimate defense in murder? Because I might just kill him if he doesn’t let me come. “Quinn.”

“Not yet.” He kept them sealed together, holding her pinned to him with one arm around her waist and twisting his free hand through her hair to tilt her head back. “I figure we have twenty minutes before someone knocks on our door, bringing that food you just ordered.”

Twenty minutes? Was he insane? She wasn’t sure she could last another twenty seconds.

He wasn’t done. “Maybe I should leave the door unlocked.”

“What?”

He moved, lifting her and turning her around, impaling her on his cock before she had fully processed his words. He looped her legs on the outside of his, spreading her wide. One hand bracketed her throat, not holding her tightly enough to cut off her breathing but keeping her back pressed to his chest. She blinked, her desire slowing down her brain enough that it took a full three seconds before she realized they were now facing the door. “What?”

“Just think, peaches. That door is unlocked.” His free hand cupped one breast and then the other, playing with her nipples. “You can hear the squeaky wheel from the room service cart. It’s getting closer, and you know it’s coming here.” His words almost had her convinced she could hear exactly that. Even though she knew for a fact the hotel door was locked… What if it wasn’t?

“I’m not going to stop fucking you, though.” His hand dipped between her spread thighs, fingers sliding through her wetness where they were joined up to her clit, his touch too light to get her off. “I can’t get enough of you. It makes me crazed. All I can think of is sinking deep inside you over and over again until we both come…and then starting all over again. You think a knock on the door is going to be enough to make me give that up? Not fucking likely.”

His lips brushed her neck, trailing up to her ear and he kept up those light touches, his cock still filling her completely. “He’s almost here. Can you hear his footsteps?”

“Quinn—”

“Shh. He’s going to hear you. And he’s going to know exactly what I’m doing to you.” His chuckle made her bite back a moan. “Then again, he’s going to open that door and he’s going to see for himself in a few seconds. Can you imagine the look on his face when he sees you? There will be shock, but then he’s going to get as hard as I am right now. No man alive can see you like this and not want you.”

She could see exactly what he was describing, and the image only got her hotter. Aubry never would have pegged herself as an exhibitionist, but with Quinn’s hands on her and his words in her ear, she wanted it to be real. Her breath sobbed out and she tried to move on his cock. His grip changed, his hand moving up to pin her hips down. “Ah, ah. We’re not done yet. I’ll tell him to close the door behind him and take a seat there.” He used his grip to turn her head to the chair right next to the door. “He can’t touch, but he can watch. Do you want him to watch?”

More than anything in the world.

Her skin was too tight, her breathing coming in gasps, her core so hot it was a wonder it didn’t scald Quinn. She wanted, holy fuck, she wanted. “Yes.”

“You’re about to come just thinking about it.”

“Yes.”

His hand coasted back over to stroke her clit. Once, twice. “You want to know a secret.”

“Yes!” She strained to make him touch her more firmly. So close. So freaking close.

He sucked on her earlobe and released it. “You never hung up the phone.”

Meaning, the room service chick heard everything.

He pressed against her clit and surged up at the same time, and that was all it took. Aubry shrieked as she came, sobbing out Quinn’s name over and over again as he fucked her.