Page 128 of Iced Out

“You have a minute, Reed?” Louis Spaulding asks.

I glance between Quinn and Louis, not sure what he needs that couldn’t wait until tomorrow. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Got something for you.”

He hands me a manila folder with a stack of papers inside, and I frown. “What’s all this?”

“Your contract. The one I was hoping to give to you in front of your parents in Indy, but you were on the bus and gone before I had the chance,” he says matter-of-factly before sharing a knowing smirk with Quinn. “You’re not the only one who knows how to work a deal.”

Flipping the folder open, I glance over the top document to see it’s definitely a contract with my name listed as the represented party.

Well, I’ll be damned.

“I thought he signed you?” I murmur to Quinn. “And Louis was only taking one more client this year.”

“I only signed on the condition he represented you too,” Quinn says, peeking over my shoulder at the document. “I know it might not help us get drafted to the same team or anything, but I thought at the very least…I don’t know…you’d still have that piece of your legacy intact.”

Closing the folder, I tuck it under my arm and stare at him. At this amazing, beautiful man who loves with every inch of himself.

Who lovesmewith every fiber of his being.

“Have I told you I love you today?”

He scrunches his face a little, making a show of thinking before answering with, “Maybe once or twice.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You two are going to be a pain in the ass, aren’t you?”

“Only Oakley,” Quinton chirps, a megawatt smile on his face. “I’m a reformed pain in the ass these days. No more fighting here. But this one here” —he motions to me— “has a rebellious streak for days.”

I give him an incredulous look. “You literally threatened to bash my skull in with a trophy twenty minutes ago.”

“Yeah, but the difference between us is I don’t act on the stupid shit I say.”

Oh, he’s definitely gonna be paying for that one later. And the glare I aim at him lets him know it too.

“And on that note, I’m heading home for the night.” Louis nods at the folder beneath my arm. “You know what to do with it. Just get it back to me when you can.”

We both offer a goodnight to Louis and a wave as he gets in his sedan to drive away.

The second we’re alone again, I turn on Quinn.

“You,” I say through gritted teeth, spinning him in a circle before setting him back on his feet, “are in so much fucking trouble.”

Planting my hands on either side of his face, I dive in for another kiss, ready to pick things up where we left off.

Too bad he breaks away far too soon, and I’m left trailing a path down his throat.

“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Mhmm. Sure are, you mouthy little fucker,” I murmur, kissing his throat again before returning to his lips.

God, I’d never stop kissing him, but for some unknown reason, he keeps pulling away from me. Yet another thing he’ll be paying for soon enough.

But when he pulls away this time, his devious grins lets me know his mind has gone in the same wonderfully filthy direction mine has.

“Care to show me just how much?”

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