Page 9 of I Remember Moscato

I reposition myself so I can get deeper as I thrust into her. I reach between us and circle her clit with my finger.

“I’m gonna come soon, but I need you to come first,” I say as I kiss her.

As I move faster, I feel her start to squeeze my cock even more.

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” I growl as I follow her over the edge.

I push into her as deep as I can go, and feel her bite down on my shoulder as I empty myself inside her. I hold her tight as we both catch our breath and come down from our high.

“Holy fuck, that was incredible,” I say as I’m still trying to slow my heart down.

“I love you, Jagger.” She sighs and smiles.

Quinlan

Jagger makes me feel like I can do nothing wrong. And that’s a feeling I’m not used to. After making love with him? I don’t ever want to lose him. We lie together, holding each other for a while. When Jagger finally gets up, he goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth. He takes his time cleaning me. I’ve never had anyone cuddle with me after sex. The few men I’ve had a relationship with immediately went to sleep after we were done.

“I can do that…” I start to say.

“Let me take care of you, Quinn. I need you to know how much I love you. How much I want to take care of you,” he tells me as he finishes and heads back to the bathroom. He comes back out and cuddles with me again.

“What time are we supposed to be at your parents’ house?”

Jagger looks over at my clock. “We have an hour or so, they live fifteen minutes away. Do you want to join me in the shower?”

That smile he gives me would make me say yes to anything he asks. We spend the hour that we have in the shower, luckily the water is still warm when we’re done.

I get more nervous as we get closer to his parents’ house. The house that he pulls up to can’t be called a house. It’s a fucking mansion. It has a wrought-iron gate surrounding the property. And the house? Mansion? It’s spectacular, it has four stories and looks like it’s the length of a football field.

“Holy shit. This is where you grew up?” I ask softly.

Jagger chuckles. “It is. And it looks big and fancy from the outside, but the inside is really homey. My parents made sure that we were always allowed to run around and play. No matter what room we were in.”

“I love that. I was imagining a home where you had to watch what you touched and where you stepped.”

Jagger laughs. “I can see how you’d think that. But no, my parents always made sure that we lived as normally as possible. My mom always took us wherever we needed to go. And when my dad was home? He was at every school function and every gig we played.”

“That is awesome. My parents are very involved too.”

I haven’t told Jagger about how I was found or that I was adopted. It’s not like I’m hiding it from him, it’s just a part of me that makes me feel unwanted. He always finds a way to make me feel wanted. And I definitely don’t want him to feel sorry for me.

Chapter Six

Jagger

Iknow Quinn is worried about meeting my parents. I’m not worried, I’ve only introduced one other girlfriend to them, and that was in high school. No one has made me feel the way Quinn does, which is why no one has come home with me before. Add in the fact of who my dad is? I can’t just bring anyone home to meet them.

I park in the driveway behind one of my brothers’ cars. I run around to her side, but she always gets out before I can open her door.

“You have to let me open your door sometimes.” I laugh as I kiss her.

“One day, baby.” Quinn giggles.

“Minx,” I tease her.

She takes a deep breath as I take her hand. I smile and lead her to the front door. Before I can open it, it flies open and Lennon comes bursting out. She hugs me quickly then grabs Quinn in a bear hug.

“Everyone’s here! Why are you two so late? Oh wait. Never mind. Ew. Okay. Mom and Dad are so excited to meet you,” Lennon blurts out as she drags Quinn away from me and into the house.

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