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“This is going to be fast and dirty, got it?” I growl as my hands grip her hip, bending her forward a little bit more as I drive in and out of her tight cunt.

“Touch yourself, Angel. Make yourself come with me.” I spit the words out as my body slowly starts to barrel towards ecstasy, tingles at the base of my spine shooting out as I do my best not to come embarrassingly quick, her hand moving between her legs as she starts to touch herself.

It’s not my fault she’s fucking perfect.

And she’s all mine.

And with that thought it’s on.

I pound in and out of her body, racing towards pleasure as she does the same. Our bodies work together, taking from each other while giving it back just as good, every thrust, every squeeze, every moan bringing us that much closer until finally we’re both falling over the edge, screaming in pleasure as we ignore everything around us, including the knocking on the door, reminding us this is a public bathroom.

But none of that matters as we explode, my hand slamming against the wall as I hold both of us up, our movements becoming more erratic until finally slowing as we both come back to reality.

“I love you, Quinn.”

“I love you, too, Levi,” she pants out, both of us struggling to catch our breath as we stand there still connected—still feeling every wave of pleasure crashing through us—but all of that is just noise as I realize how real and true what we have is.

Slipping from her body, I look at her through the mirror and smile knowing I’ve found the girl of my dreams, the girl I can be myself with—all dirty depraved thoughts and fantasies included.

My Quinn.

My girl.

My love.

Mine.

We stand there silently, righting our clothes as we both breathe heavily, until she turns to look at me with the most peaceful little smile.

“Fuck the hotel. Let’s go home,” Quinn says as she slips her hand in mine and leads me out of the bathroom.

EPILOGUE: QUINN

“Do you ladies want another round of margaritas?” our waitress asks as she walks by, not actually stopping as she’s managing a lot of tables that all sat down at once.

“No—,” I start, but Ally interrupts me.

“Ignore her,” Ally says, waving me off. “We would love another round…in fact, this time can we make it a double?”

“So, two double pomegranate margaritas?”

“Yes, please,” Ally says with a bright smile before turning back to me, unease filling her eyes as she looks my way.

"What are you doing? I thought we were finishing up...you said you didn't have anything else you wanted to talk about," I ask, curious why she's ordering another round.

"I said I didn't have anything Iwantedto talk about, not that I didn't have anythingtotalk about," Ally says sarcastically, her walls going right back up.

It's been hard getting that side of her to break, although it's only been a few weeks since we've started really talking again, so it's not like I expect her to be perfect or anything. It just tells me that something is stressing her out, overwhelming her in a way that has her hackles up.

"How the fuck am I expected to be ananny?" She says, throwing her hands up like it's the craziest thing she's ever heard in her life.

"I mean, it's not that hard," I say slowly as our margaritas magically appear like even the waitress knew these were more of a need for Ally during this conversation. "From everything Levi has told me, Lucas is a pretty easy kid to hang out with, and you met him! He was super sweet. Just play soccer with him, and you’ll be fine."

"Yeah, of course Lucas was sweet. He's a charmer just like his dad, but that doesn't make this easy; it makes it harder!"

"What? Why?"

"Because Cooper makes me all nervous, and when I'm nervous I act stupid and I can't act stupid when I'm watching someone's kid, especially not when it'll get back to Uncle Ronnie and he'll think I'm even more incompetent than he already does."

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