Текст книги "About Last Night..."

Автор книги: Belle Aurora

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Chapter Twenty-Six

Mia

If looks could kill, Quinn would’ve had me six-feet under ten times by now.

Damn it all to heck. I was supposed to tell him! I was meant to do it in my own time!

You know what? This is all Harry’s fault.

Yes! Let’s blame Harry. I like that. Let’s roll with that. Good.

I sat at the very end of the bench, looking out into the ocean while licking at my ice-cream cone. That was the only thing keeping me going—crap-loads of sugar and iced cream in a chocolate waffle cone.

The guys spoke while I tried to ignore them. Well, it was more Harry who spoke and Quinn grunted his responses. But then Harry asked, “How was your date last night?” I heard the emphasis he put on the word date and my stomach lurched, pausing mid-lick.

Quinn paused then grunted, “Fine.”

Harry dug deeper. “What do you mean fine? Was she okay-fine, or was she smoking-fine?”

Quinn’s lip curled at my brother. “She was fine. Just fine.”

My brother laughed. “Okay, so she was dead-fish-fine?”

And without meaning to, I yelled a defensive, “Hey!” at the same time Quinn growled, “Hey, watch it!”

Harry made a face and held up his hands, palms forward in a placating gesture. “Geez, you guys are too sensitive. I was kidding…sort of.”

I glanced at Quinn and caught his eye, quickly looking to my brother. “You don’t know her. Just because a girl doesn’t put out, doesn’t mean she’s a dead fish.”

Quinn smirked, responding a cruel and taunting, “Who said she didn’t put out?”

My heart raced. It might’ve been one of the only times I had heard of Quinn responding to something with anger in his voice, especially to hurt. Then it occurred to me…I really don’t know Matt Quinn.

I don’t know him at all.

Harry ignored Quinn’s comment and replied to me, “You’re right, Minnie. I don’t know women like that though, but I’m sure they’re out there. Unfortunately, all the women I know use their…” he coughed meaningfully, “…charms to get what they want.”

I looked Quinn dead in the eye and uttered a hushed, “I would never do that.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes. Harry nudged my arm, an expression of confusion crossing his face. “I know you wouldn’t, kid. You’re good people.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, standing. “I think I’m just going to go home, Har. I’m not feeling the best.”

Quinn’s derision disappeared in an instant, replaced with concern as he searched my face. Harry eyed me good. “Yeah, you’re a little pale there, sunshine.” He checked his watch then stood. “Shit, I gotta get to work. The bars stop for no one.”

Harry tried to feel my forehead, but I slapped his hand away, scowling at him. “Who are you, my mother?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Bite your tongue.” He checked his watch again. “Hey, I’m gonna have to drop you off then race over to work. Let’s go.”

I shook my head. “I can catch the bus. I know the route like the back of my han—”

Harry was already shaking his head to say no, when Quinn’s rough voice cut in. “I’ll take her.”

Harry’s expression turned relieved. “Seriously? Thanks, man. I owe you one.”

But Quinn kept his burning gaze on me. “No problem.”

Crap.

Piles upon piles of flaming crap.

Quinn walked to his car and I let him stay ahead of me.

I needed to explain why I’d done what I did. He was clearly pissed about it, and I don’t blame him. I had no right to put him in the position I had.

I just hoped he would understand.

He had to understand.

Raising his hand, he clicked a button on his keys and an older silver sedan unlocked. He opened the door for me, and as soon as I sat, he closed the door behind me. I buckled up and waited for him to do the same. As soon as he started the car, I spoke, “Quinn, I—”

But he raised his hand, demanding silence, and so I shut my trap.

We drove on, and at every red light, he stopped to look at me, the same motions every time. He’d stop, turn, look me up and down, sigh, shake his head, and then commence driving. At least he no longer looked angry. Now he just looked tired.

“I’m sorry, Quinn.”

Jaw tight, he uttered, “I’m not ready to talk about this right now.”

I nodded, wringing my hands together. “Okay.” So he would talk to me eventually. That was a good sign. “Okay.”

My body jerked as he exploded, “Jesus, Maya! Mia! Whatever the hell your name is!” He slammed his balled fist on the steering wheel and boomed, “What the fuck were you thinking?”

Heart racing, I tried to explain, “I—”

But he cut me off, yelling, “You knew me! You knew me! You knew I was a friend of Harry’s.” He groaned. “What a mess. What a mess.”

I grimaced, “I know. I’ll fix it—”

He roared, “Your mess! I didn’t know, dammit!” He turned to glare at me, whispering in dead calm, “And you knew I didn’t know.” I couldn’t believe he was still driving, and in a decent manner, when he reached up to run a hand down his face. He bellowed, “And then you’re at the pier…with your brother! And I didn’t know! And then I saw you. And you were licking up that damn ice cream.” Panting, he eyed me a moment before barking an irritated, “Your dress is pretty.”

I turned my head and bit my lip to hide my smile. He was losing his mind. And it was funny. I’d always been that person to laugh at the most inappropriate time—weddings, funerals, at the gynecologist.

His voice was grating. “You better not be laughing, Mia. This is not funny.”

I turned to face him, sucking my lips completely into my mouth, because it was the only way to stop myself from laughing. I shook my head, but I was sure my eyes were filled with mirth.

He looked at me. Then to the road. Back to me. Again to the road. Then he huffed out an exasperated, “You’re a shitty liar.”

A sorry chuckle escaped me. “I know. I’m an asshole. I’m sorry, Quinn. Please let me explain.”

The car slowed then came to a stop. I looked out the window. “This isn’t where I live.”

He opened the car door. “I know. This is where I live.”

The car door slammed shut and I knew I had no other options. I had to explain myself regardless of how stupid it sounded, regardless of how much I let my insecurities show. I would put myself on display for Quinn, because he deserved to know why.

“Come in,” Quinn grunted as he opened the apartment door. “Shut it behind you.”

I stepped inside, closed the door, and took in my surroundings. Wow. This was a nice place. I could never afford a place like this. There was an open living area with a joined kitchen, a hall down one end, which I was sure led to the bedroom—possible bedrooms—and an open door revealing a gleaming bathroom. I turned to see two other doors, which I wanted to explore, but that would be inappropriate…wouldn’t it?

Yes. I was sure it would.

It was a tidy apartment, but I could see it was a man’s apartment. The sofas were black soft leather, the giant TV was mounted on the wall, the cabinets were also black, and the kitchen had six boxes of cereal on the counter. It definitely screamed ‘a man lives here.’

Quinn went to the fridge and brought over two bottles of water. Handing me one, he sat on the sofa and ordered, “Sit.”

I bunched my nose. I wasn’t a damn dog to be ordered about. But, of course, I sat anyway.

“Explain.”

Oh, wow, I wasn’t sure I liked this Quinn. Rolling the bottle of water back and forth in my hand, I sighed. “I was going to tell you. I swear I was. But I wanted to do it when I was ready.” I huffed out an annoyed, “But then Harry had to go and open his big mouth.”

“Mia,” Quinn growled in warning.

I raised both of my hands, placating. “Okay.” I stood and began to pace. “It’s true. I was counting on you not remembering me.” I looked to him for some form of reaction, but got none. I went on, “I wasn’t lying to you. Whenever we spoke, I always told you the truth.” I shrugged. “Sure, I omitted small details, but I always told the truth.” My eyes pleading for him to believe me, I added, “You know more about me than most.”

Quinn leaned back on the sofa, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please, get to the part where you hired me to have sex with you.”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Two Christmases ago, I came home from school. Harry was in bad shape as soon as he came from work, and he just kept drinking from there. I’d lost a little weight by then, and Harry was supportive as per usual. But, of course, Mom tried to feed me everything in sight and—”

Quinn cut me off with a barked, “Get to the point, Mia!”

I blurted it out. “I was overweight. I was shy. I was insecure. And I overheard my brother mention you working over Christmas when I slipped into the kitchen for some water. He mentioned DFT. I looked it up online and found out it was an escort site. I put two and two together and realized you must work there.”

Looking down to the ground, he shook his head sadly. “Why me, Mia? It could’ve been anyone. Why me?”

I shrugged and tried to cover my now-quivering lip by forcing a smile. “Because my brother likes you. He talked about you all the time. He said you were a good guy. I had to believe him.”

Quinn raised his head to look at me. He said nothing.

I sat on the sofa, looking down at my hands, playing with my fingers. I uttered a hushed, “You told me I’d bloom into a beautiful butterfly.”

“What?” he asked, clearly confused.

Blinking away tears, I cleared my throat and looked over at him, smiling. “The Christmas before I went to college. I escaped the party Mom was throwing and went up to my room, got into my pajamas, and opened a book. Harry brought you over, but you had too much to drink, so he sent you upstairs to sleep it off, not knowing I was up there, and then all of a sudden, you were in my room.” I laughed quietly. “You were the first guy I let in my room, Matt Quinn.” Shaking away the memory, I straightened my shoulders. “You asked me why I wasn’t at the party. I replied honestly, and that was a big deal, because I’d never spoken to a man the way I’d spoken to you. We spoke for a little while.” I looked up into his stern hazel eyes. “I know you don’t remember any of this.”

His voice soft, he called my name. “Mia.”

Before I lost my composure, I had to tell him why. “You told me I’d bloom into a beautiful butterfly.” My eyes filling with tears, I sniffled. “And the way you looked at me, into me, I believed you, because you believed in me.” Swiping at my eyes, my voice quavered. “You were the first guy to look at me as if I was worth something. And it felt nice. I guess I just…” I dipped my chin, hiding my face. “I guess I just wanted to feel that again.”

Silence.

A sad smile crossed my face as I stood. “I never meant for you to feel like I set you up. And Harry is never going to know about what happened. This is our secret. I’ll take it to the grave, Quinn.” I added softly, “I’d never do anything to hurt you. Not purposely.”

He watched me, his eyes piercing, obviously looking for a glimpse of dishonesty. When he didn’t find it, he stood with a small sigh and walked toward me. He kept walking until we were almost foot-to-foot, then his arms came around me and he held me, resting his chin on top of my head.

Relief coursed through me. I slumped into him, my hands lightly grasping the sides of his tee, my forehead resting on his chest as I closed my eyes, breathing in his woodsy male scent. With my face mashed into his shirt, I muttered, “I’m sorry.”

His rumbling voice vibrated through his chest. “I don’t like you crying.”

“Okay,” I mumbled.

“No more crying,” he ordered.

And my lip twitched. “Okay.”

He kissed the top of my head lightly and I felt it wash over me, warming me like a light fluffy blanket on a cool night. I smiled into him then his arm was around me, holding me by his side. “Take off your shoes.” I slid them off and he led us down the hall to what I assumed was his bedroom. And it was.

The bed was made, the sheets were crisp, and suddenly, I was nervous. But this was Quinn, and somehow my concerns flew out the window at that knowledge, as if he were safe. I felt safe. He was safe, according to my spidey senses.

Quinn lay on the bed, fully clothed, holding his arms open to me. My stomach flip-flopped as I climbed over, lying by him with my head resting on his shoulder. His strong arms went around me, tucking me into his side, and I sighed. I was at peace.

“So, Harry’s sister,” he nudged me, “what do we do now?”

I pursed my lips in thought. “We could always just do what we’ve been doing.” I peeked up at him. “Friends?”

His eyes drifted down to my lips. He didn’t speak for a long while, but when he did, my heart sang. “It’s too late for me. You’re the coolest, funniest girl I’ve met in…well…forever, Mia.” He turned his gaze to the ceiling. “I’m not letting sex come between that. Not no way. Not no how.”

I snuffled a little laugh. “That’s kind of funny in a way, because I’m not friends with a lot of guys. Well, there are the two gym junkies across the hall in my apartment building, but they don’t count. Every guy I’ve ever spoken to that wasn’t related to me turned me into a female Rain Man.” A soft smile graced my lips. “Till you, that is.”

He grunted, but the way he stuck me to his side was all I needed to know the grunt was a positive.

We lay in each other’s arms for a long while. The silence between was comfortable and easy. Neither of us felt the need to talk to fill in the space. It just wasn’t necessary.

Then, his voice rumbled into the open. “You could’ve chosen any one of those men.”

My lips pursed in thought then agreed, “I could have. There was a good five…okay, six minutes, where Marcus was a very likely contender.”

“Marcus?” He sounded mildly insulted. “Marcus? You’ve got to be kidding! He likes it rough. You would’ve hated that. He would’ve eaten you alive, Mia.” He scoffed, muttering to himself, “Marcus. What a joke.”

A sly smile crossed my face. I thought very carefully about what I was about to say next. “Well, now that I’m broken in, maybe I’ll book with him. It would be nice to see the other side of—” I squeaked when Quinn pulled himself over me, my arms pinned over my head, restrained by strong hands on my wrists.

His glare was cutting and his voice was low, dangerous. “You’re not booking with anyone. You’re officially cut off.”

A teasing smile settled on my face. My voice was breathy at the feel of his body on mine. Memories of the night before washed over me. My stomach coiled delightfully and I whispered half-honest, “I was only joking, Quinn.”

He didn’t respond for a long while, but when he did, it caused my nipples to bead. He uttered crudely, “If you haven’t got your fill, Mia, all you need to do is say the word.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Damn it, sassy retort! Where are you?

His lips curved into a smirk and I was done for. “You need more of this?” He ground him hips into mine. The friction was earth-shattering.

Spreading my legs, with my skirt hitched up at my hips, Quinn settled between my thighs, grinding the hard ridge hidden behind his jeans right where I needed it. I moaned. Loudly.

But then he was gone. My eyes followed him as he stood, reaching down to adjust himself, cursing, “Fuck, Mia. You’re my best friend’s sister.”

And there I was, thighs spread like a wanton hussy, my panties on display. I quickly covered myself, not yet trusting myself to speak.

He turned to me, hands on his hips, looking down at his feet. “I can’t do this.” He lifted his face, his eyes on me. “I’m not going to lie. You’re gorgeous, Mia. Whenever I’m around you, I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.” He paused then added quietly, “I want you, but I can’t do this.”

I almost did a double-take. Oh Lord. Did I hear what I thought I just heard? Matt Quinn just told me I was gorgeous! Not only that, but he said he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Off me! Insert squeak here.

By thunder, I was not letting this opportunity slip away!

I would do whatever I had to where Matt Quinn was concerned.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Quinn

As I looked over at Mia, her doe eyes held me. With her tousled auburn hair draped over her shoulder, her full lips parted, wearing that pink blush I liked so much, saying no to her was harder than I thought.

She stayed silent a while, but then she moved. Slipping off the bed, her green polka dot dress bunching around her thighs, she stood, walking barefoot to meet me. When she stood in front of me, she spoke softly, “We’re not hurting anyone, Quinn.”

Fuck, she was killing me. “I can’t do it. It feels wrong.”

She reached behind her, and I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being undone. My eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”

Swallowing hard, her voice trembled. “We’re adults. We both consent to this. I don’t see the problem.” She shrugged, and the top of her dress fell forward, revealing her perfect porcelain skin down to her soft stomach, her silky white lace bra on display.

Not fair.

I fought the urge to groan. Instead, I stared at her breasts and stated, “I’m not boyfriend material.” I lifted my head and my eyes searched hers. “If that’s what you’re after, that’s not me.”

She tried to smile, but it was weak. “I know, Quinn. You’re an escort. I don’t want you to quit your job.” She grinned, but I could tell it was forced. She tried to laugh it off. “You’re kind of good at it.”

I was so confused. “Then what? We fuck till we work each other out of our systems? I don’t…I mean, what do you want from me? Because I don’t have a lot to offer.”

Hooking her thumbs into the waist of her dress, she gently pushed it down her legs, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her only in her white lace bra and matching tiny silken panties. She looked up at me through lowered lashes. “I just want to play.”

My arms shot out at their own accord, sliding my hands around her bare back, and I pulled her into me. “So nothing serious? Just sex?” She blushed, nodding. “And it stays between us. Harry won’t find out.” She shook her head. I felt like a jerk. This was Harry’s sister. But, fuck, she was amazing. I was damn near sold. But I had one more thing to clarify. My hand slid down her back, over her ass, squeezing and kneading carefully, purposefully. “And if you start seeing someone, playtime ends.”

Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of my hands on her ass. She replied a breathy, “Okay.”

I pulled her close, loving that this was real. I wasn’t being paid to put on a show. My true emotions and reactions could be exposed, and the woman I was with turned me on like a light switch. This was the first sexual experience I’d had off the books for two years, and I was going to savor it.

“I want your lips, baby.” My voice sounded strange and almost harsh. It was my turn to place orders. I was about to have sex with someone, simply because I wanted to. That was a great feeling. Freeing.

Mia’s eyes met mine and the lust caught in them was an aphrodisiac on its own. Reaching up, she took my face in her hands and drew me down gently, as if I were something precious and she didn’t want to break me. Her lips close to mine, she breathed into me and my cock stood full-mast.

The connection was something else. The moment her lips touched mine, I was lost. Gone was the cool, calm demeanor I had trained myself to have. This was primal need. I needed her, and I would have her any way I wanted, if she let me.

With her soft, sweet lips on my own, I groaned into her mouth, lifting my tee. Separating for only a second, I removed it and threw it the only place it needed to be—away.

Her small hands landed on my hips, holding me, and I frowned. When was the last time someone touched me like this? Like I was a regular guy, making out with his girl? I couldn’t even remember.

Cool fingertips smoothed my brow. Against my lips, she uttered, “Stop worrying. We’re not doing anything wrong. Harry will never know.”

I didn’t correct her assumption, rather nodded lightly. “Right.”

My arms around her, I lifted her, ignoring her squeak of protest, and brought her to the foot of the bed. I ran my fingers down her cheek. “We don’t have to do anything right now. I know you’re still sore, Mia. No one heals that quickly.”

To my surprise, her full lips pouted. “Oh. Um. All right.”

My brow rose. Was she serious? “Unless…if you want to?”

Her face brightened. “Is that okay?”

My eyes shut of their own accord. I tilted my head back and chuckled. Where had Mia been my whole life? I glanced at her cautious face and smiled reassuringly. “That’s definitely okay. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

She smiled big and warmth hit me right in the chest. “I want to.” Her smile fell and she added hurriedly, “If you want to.”

Carefully, I reached over to her hand at my hip and brought it to my straining fly. Pressing her hand into my rock-hard erection, I deadpanned, “Oh, I don’t know. I think I’ll pass.” I rolled my eyes then scoffed. “What do you think?”

She bit her lip, fighting a laugh. Something came over me. I gently pulled her lip free, running my thumb over it. “I want your smiles. I want to hear your laugh. This is us, Mia. Just us. I don’t want fake.” I drew her in and pecked at her lips. “I want it all.”

I had her friendship. I craved her body. I wanted the experience to be genuine, and I wanted it with her. She was my chance at something good. Sure, I couldn’t be her boyfriend, but I could be the next best thing. I could be the person she came to when she needed comfort. I could be the man she came to when she felt like her skin was crawling and she needed relief. I could be the person she laughed with, the person she created personal jokes with.

I could be her lover.

I would give her all I had to give. It may not have been much, but it was all I had. Mia was worth so much more. Here was hoping she never figured that out, because with every second that passed, the thought of losing her to someone who deserved her was already weighing on my mind.

I’d barely had a taste of her. I needed more of her. I secretly wished I could be the man she needed. Alas, I wasn’t. So I would make certain the parts I could give her were given completely.

“Quinn,” she whispered, “this is me.”

My chest puffed out. No man had ever seen her like this, neck flushed, lashes lowered, a pretty blush on the apples of her cheeks, naked and bared to her soul. Mia was mine, for now.

I took her mouth in a long, wet kiss, loving the way she pressed into me. “Get on the bed.”

In a second flat, she was scrambling toward the center of the mattress. And so I searched. I opened drawers then closed them. I made my way to the closet, checking jacket and pants pockets. Nothing.

Shit.

As I strode out of the room, Mia called out a puzzled, “Um, Quinn?”

“Just a second, baby.”

In a final attempt, I looked through the bathroom cabinet. Brow furrowed, I shuffled back to the bedroom, standing in the doorway. Mia shrugged. I vaguely scratched at my chin. “I don’t keep condoms in the apartment. Never needed to. I don’t conduct business at home.” I was sure Mia meant to hide the pleasure that statement brought her, but the girl wore her heart on her sleeve.

A light bulb moment.

My bag of tricks.

I straightened, a slow smirk stretching my lips. “I have to go to my car. Be right back.”

Before she could say a thing, I raced down the hall, grabbed my car keys, and ran down the stairs to my car to retrieve my bag of sex fun. Throwing it over my shoulder, I took the steps two at a time . Making my way inside, I kicked the door closed and strode into my bedroom, holding the bag in the air as if it were an Academy Award.

I grinned. “Hi.”

She blinked then smiled back softly. “Hi there.”

I unzipped the black duffle, pulling out a row of condoms and a bottle of lube. Couldn’t be too careful. Mia had to be sore. The least I could do was make it easier for her if she truly wanted sex.

Holding the condoms between my teeth, I worked on my zipper. My jeans flew to the same place my tee had been thrown and I strode meaningfully to the bed. Mia’s eyes widened as she took in my heavily tented black cotton boxers. As I reached the foot of the bed, I slid my boxers down my legs, revealing my thick erection. Mia’s mouth parted with what sounded to be a dreamy sigh.

Oh, yeah. She wanted the D.

I climbed onto the bed, moving slowly until my body was above hers. She lay back and looked up at me with those pretty eyes. I lowered myself, wanting her to feel my weight on her. She took it without protest, spreading her creamy thighs to accommodate me. Resting my cock at the V between her legs, I rocked myself gently, the tip of my cock already weeping. With a swift tug, the cups of her bra rested underneath her breasts, pushing them up, her pink nipples hard against my bare chest.

I licked my lips. Her tits were incredible, and felt amazing pushed up on me. Her soft panting made me eager to pull her panties to one side and fill her completely in one cool motion, but I restrained myself.

My fingers played with the elastic at her lower stomach. I ran my fingers over the black lace tattoo there, admiring the pattern. Hooking my fingers underneath the material at her hips, I slid her panties down her legs, removing them and throwing them down.

“Turn on your side, facing away from me.”

She did without question and I valued her faith in me. Resting on her side with her head on my pillow, her knees slightly bent, I was greeted with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Her tight ass and pussy lips peeking out from the V of her thighs, she was on display, just for me. I took it for the gift it was.

My fingers landed on her hip. She jumped slightly, but calmed immediately. I ran my fingertips down her hip, back, over her taut ass, and then carefully over the swollen lips of her pink pussy. She squirmed. I smirked, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand.

My voice low, I uttered, “Relax, Mia. I got you.”

Squeezing a small amount of lube onto my fingertips, I ran it over her pussy, feather-soft. At Mia’s soft groan and her pushing her butt out, I tested the waters. I gently pushed my fingertip into her slit, running it up and down, watching for any sign of discomfort. I saw none and pressed harder at her entrance, breaching the smooth flesh. The lube was doing its job. I easily slid my finger inside Mia’s pussy, in and out until I could feel her wetness flowing over my digit. She gasped and fidgeted. I added a second finger, but still Mia pushed back against me, riding my fingers, moaning softly. She was ready.

So was I.

I took a small foil packet, ripped it open, and sheathed myself. I opened the bottle and squeezed a small amount of lube onto the tip of my latex-wrapped dick. Swirling the lube all over the condom, I lay behind Mia, replicating her position. My arm snaked around her, pulling her back into my chest, placing her pussy right where I wanted it. With my free hand, I reached between us, running the head of my cock up and down her already wet slit. With no effort at all, the tip slipped inside, and as I hissed, Mia whined softly.

I fed my cock into her an inch at a time, listening for sounds of distress, but all I heard was sounds of intense pleasure. Mia took me. She took all of me until we were ass to groin and I was fully cocooned in delicious warmth.

Holding her close, I pressed my nose into her nape, kissing the point where shoulder meets neck. Her scent tickled my nose. Citrus and vanilla. It was a scent I knew intimately and I loved it. I showered the side of her neck and shoulder with soft kisses and continued my efforts as I slowly began to move. I worked her in slow, shallow thrusts, feeding off her pants and quiet whimpers. “Like that, baby?”

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Love it. I love it.”

“Feel good?” I asked.

“More. I need more,” she begged.

I would give her what she needed. Increasing the speed of my thrusts, I panted into her nape. “You feel so good, Mia.”

She groaned, pushing back into my thrusts. I drove into her, reaching deeper than before, deeper than she’d ever had. I knew the exact moment I’d hit her g-spot. I knew, because she cried out, “Oh! Oh! Oh,” as she convulsed sporadically.

My tongue flicked out to lick up the side of her neck, working myself at the same pace, in the same spot. Reaching around her hip, I draped my arm over her, palming her mound. “Want to come?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, clearly outraged at my question.

I took my middle finger and ran it through her wet slit, searching for her taut button. I found it easily and rubbed small circles over it. Within seconds, Mia’s body drew tight as a bow, her back arching against me. My arm tightened around her, holding her firmly as the first of the spasms began. Panting, she moaned out, “Yes! Oh, thank you, yes!”

I’d never felt more accomplishment as I had then. A willing woman, taking me as I was, appreciating the pleasure I gave her with a simple thank you. Not with money. Right then, life was good. Fuck, it was wonderful.

The feel of her tight pussy clenching around me was too much. I leaned my chest away from her, reaching under the side of her body to grip her hips. I drove into her with everything I had. The deep friction was enough to fuel her orgasm, drawing it out.

“Quinn!” Her voice turned hoarse. I loved it.

Sweat started to bead on my forehead. My brows drawn, I bit my lip as I panted through my thrusts. My stomach tensed. The skin at my lower back prickled and my balls drew tight. Eyes closed, I freed my lip and grunted. “Fuck. Yeah, baby.”

Then she did something. She titled her hips back, as if instinctively, and my cock drove inside, impossibly deep.

It caught me by surprise. My orgasm swept through me in a mess of spotted vision, rigid muscles, growling low in my throat, and clutching her hips hard enough to bruise. I stilled deep inside her wet pussy. My cock jerked uncontrollably, spilling spurt after spurt of hot cum into the condom.

Spent, I collapsed behind Mia, my hands still resting on her hips, albeit weakly. I ran my hand down her hip to the smooth skin of her thigh. My lips against her shoulder, I pressed a long, gentle kiss there, hoping it would convey the words I couldn’t say.

When she rested her hand on mine, squeezing, I was sure it had. Slowly pulling out of her, I stood, removed the condom, and wiped myself off. Zombie-like, I crawled back into bed behind her.