Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
And she matches me, gripping my waist and moving her mouth over mine.
I back her into the lockers, opening my eyes and doing a sweep of the area as we kiss to make sure we’re alone. My body stirs with a thousand fucking currents of heat, and any resistance in my head is drowned out.
I tell her, “I can’t stop looking at you and wanting to touch you…”
“I wanna feel my skin on yours,” she whimpers.
Together, we pull her sports bra over her head, and I palm one of her breasts as she sinks into my body again. “She offered me a roll in bed if I need to blow off steam,” I pant between kisses before devouring her neck.
“But you want to blow off steam with me,” she says.
Yes. Quinn is the sole reason my body and head are jacked. Only she will do.
I start to peel down her shorts. “Your family is here.”
“I don’t care.”
I’m not fucking her in a men’s locker room. But I gotta get off. I need to feel her.
She kicks off her shorts, leaving her nearly naked in her thong, and I lift her up, letting her wrap her legs around me.
She moans again and again, leaving little kisses all over my face.
God, I can’t think about anything anymore. She feels so fucking good. Like home.
“I need a shower,” she whispers.
I should take her in a shower stall—out of view and shielded by the noise of the water. But she’ll be too hard to keep hold of if she’s wet. I know what I want.
“Not yet.”
Taking a seat on the wide bench in the middle of the row, I let her straddle me as I rip off my towel. Leaning back on my arm, I hold her waist with the other hand as she starts grinding on me. The rock-hard ridge of my cock rubs against her wet panties.
She leans in, riding hard and fast as she kisses me. “I’m safe with you. Show me what you like.”
I groan, tipping my head back as she bites my neck. “I like you.”
For the first time in nearly a decade, I’m out of my mind with want of something.
And someone wants me. It feels good to have muscles in my arms again. To be scared her family’s going to fucking kill me, but I want her more than I fear them.
Heat pools in my stomach, and I punch up a little, pressing my dick into her thin panties.
“Oh, God.” She rolls her hips faster, her clit running over my dick over and over again. “Don’t stop.”
Our foreheads together, she pumps on top of me. “You know what to do,” I pant. “Just like that.”
Leaning back a little, she thrusts, her orgasm rising as her breathing stutters. I can’t take my eyes off her full breasts, taut stomach, and the way her ass rolls on top of me.
“You just move the panties aside and you can be inside me,” she teases.
Fuck...
I grunt, feeling my orgasm coming. The mere idea of how tight and hot she’ll be sending me reeling.
I shoot back up, squeezing her thighs in both hands and gliding the tip of my tongue over her jaw. So fucking hot.
Fire courses up my body, flowing from every limb to my center.
“Oh, God,” she cries out. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, Lucas. It feels so good.”
I know, baby. I want to fucking fill you too.
But not here.
She throws her head back again, crying out so loudly, and I don’t fucking stop her, because I can’t. I growl, squeezing my eyes shut, and I pull my dick out from under her and stroke it just as I shoot onto her stomach.
“Oh, baby.” I breathe hard. “Oh, God.”
She grinds a few more times, her orgasm coursing through her, and I just stare at my cum on her skin, dripping onto her panties.
Goddammit.
Grabbing her, I take her mouth in mine, not an ounce of fucking guilt.
We kiss for a while before she finally mews, pulling back for air. “Thank you,” she says.
I kiss her mouth, her nose, and forehead, running a thumb over her nipple.
Binge her.
I feel spent but not sated. We’re going to have to do that again. A lot.
Her forehead meets mine again as she smiles at me. “I want frozen yogurt downstairs before you take me back to Weston,” she pants. “Or else I’m gonna tell my brothers how good of a summer I’m really having.”
I cock a brow. But I smile too. Well, we can’t have that, can we?
Quinn
The heat from yesterday still warms the pavement, filling the early morning air with a sultry breeze that reminds me of the locker room last night. It had been heavy with moisture from his shower, and his skin—especially his neck—was like a blanket of fire. I could taste everything.