Page 103 of End It All

"Blake?"

I glanced up at him and realized I'd zoned out. He searched my face as he took another step closer to me. Finally, he yanked me forward by both of my arms and frowned.

"Fuck, I don't know how to do this," he muttered. "I've never been good at it. Never gave enough of a fuck about anyone to even try. Hell, even my own mother can't do it."

"Do what?" I asked.

Quincy frowned. "I'm sorry. Seriously, I am. You have every right to be pissed off at me, but I don't want you to be. I want you to come home."

My heart squeezed. "Home?"

"Yeah, with me," he pressed as he invaded the last little bit of space I had. "Where you belong." He reached out and ghosted his hand over my face. "Fuck, I want to touch you so bad but I'm disgusting."

I went up on the tips of my toes, but the asshole was a damn giant. I could barely reach. I didn't have to tell him to move though. Quincy tugged me tight against his body and pressed his lips to mine. The moment he did, it was like color came back into my world. I grabbed onto his shirt, a moan on my lips as he kissed me deeper, a groan rumbling against my mouth from him.

"Still not close enough," he muttered against my lips. "You sure I can't slice you open and live inside of you for a little while?"

My belly twisted into knots. Yeah, I needed help, but damn, knowing he needed me that much made me want to squirm. He grinned a bit, his face breaking out into that smile that I had started to crave.

I stepped back, sucked in a breath, and punched him in the face. Quincy cried out as he hit the ground. Staring up at me with wide eyes, he held his chin. The sound of rushing footsteps filled the room, but I didn't care.

"You ever try that shit again with me and I'll kick your ass, Quincy. Do you hear me? You don't get to play games with my head." I climbed on top of him, crouched, grabbed his collar, and pulled him toward me. "Don't piss me off."

"Never, baby girl" He turned to spit out blood before he rolled his jaw. "Damn, that was a good-ass right hook."

"I have plenty more of those if you act like an idiot."

"Yes, baby." He grinned. "You're so hot."

I rolled my eyes. Had my words even gotten through to him? Doubtful. That was Quincy. He lived in a world of his own half the time.

"Excuse me?" Harlow stood there, dripping water, with a hand propped on his hip. Benito was behind him in a towel as well but he sported a glare. "I thought something had happened!" Harlow snapped.

"Sorry," I said, a little grin tugging at my lips. "Just hitting Quincy."

"Oh," Harlow said. "Well, that's a relief. I thought we were getting jumped or something."

"Hey!" Quincy said. "I just got punched by my boyfriend and you take his side?"

"Yep," Harlow said.

"Boyfriend?" Benito and I asked at the same time.

Quincy stared at me. "Yeah, my fucking boyfriend. Is that a problem with you?"

A shiver raced down my spine. "I guess not."

"Didn't think so, baby girl."

"What if it's a problem with me?" Benito asked. "Really?" He aimed my way. "Quincy?"

"You know, I'm getting a little sick of the shit around here," he huffed. "I'm a standup fucking citizen." We all stared at him. "You know what the fuck I mean!"

Quincy rolled his hips up and I groaned before I slapped a hand over my mouth. I punched him in the shoulder. "Not in front of my brother!"

"Awww, brother," Harlow said. "But also ew."

"You're one to talk about ew," Quincy said as he placed me to the side and stood up slowly. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "The shit I've had to hear from you today is enough to make me puke. I'm gonna take a shower and I'm taking my boyfriend with me."

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