Page 74 of Quinlan

“Wondering what?” Oh, how things changed. I was wrong to think she doesn’t want us. She does. Her question gives her away. Her question makes her cheeks flush.

“What choking on my friend would be like.” I keep her eyes on him. “I bet you’re soaking for it.”

“She is.” Damien licks her arousal and Rome’s spit off one cheek. I taste the other one while Rome presses a thumb into her mouth. Uses her own spit to wet her lips.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I thought I was clear. Give you what you need.” Damien rises, staring her down. “Make you come. For us.”

The knob on the door rattles. Rattles harder. A banging on the door comes next. “Anyone in there?”

“Occupied,” I snap.

“Quinlan, it’s Hugh.”

Rome presses his palm to her lips.

“My friend is in there and I’m worried.” Delusional. He’s been around her for less than a minute and already calls her his friend.

No doubt the fucker believes she could be more than that.

She’s not his.

Never will be.

Ours.

“Ten minutes,” Rome thunders. His eyes are narrowed. A storm brews behind them as he glowers at Quinlan. “You come back sooner than that and you’re a dead man.”

“Excuse me?”

Quinlan tries to peel Rome’s hand off her. But she isn’t resisting, not really. Her other hand runs up and down my length. Squeezing me. Silently communicating that yes, she wants this. Yes, she likes it when I rock my hips into her touch.

She won’t call for help. She’s all in. I place a hand over Rome, and it’s enough for him to lower it.

“They’ll worry about me,” she whispers, still stroking me. Such a good girl. “They’ll have someone break in the door. I… I want to be here, okay? Fuck. Here, you have what you wanted. But they won’t let us stay if they don’t hear from me.”

“Just like I thought.” Damien huffs a laugh. An impressed one. “Begging us to stay.”

“It’s not worth the risk,” I lie. Taunting her. Being with her is worth everything. I’m surprised by how much I’m willing to sacrifice to be with her. “Maybe we should leave.”

“Liam, please.” She’s almost crying. Saying my name with my cock in her hand, edging closer to me. “Stay.”

“Tell them you’re okay and I might.”

“I’m okay,” she shouts.

“Quinlan?”

“Go away. Please. I’m sorry.”

The pounding on the door stops.

“You’re staying, then?”

I shrug. Her pain is too delicious to pass up on.

“Touch me.” Gray watery eyes turn to Rome. “Touch me there again. Please.”

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