Page 41 of Stick Around,
“I’m glad I chose your room over the others.” Quinn turned onto her side to face me.
I mirrored her position. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” All three rooms were nearly identical, with Enzo’s being slightly larger.
“I like your view.” Her eyes flicked to the window, then back to me with unmistakable meaning. The reference to my vantage point during her encounter with Kellan was clear.
My pulse quickened. “The view is really nice when a woman is spread open on the side of the hot tub having her cunt eaten out.”
Her breath caught and her hand found mine on top of the covers, intertwining our fingers. “Did you like watching?”
“Yes.” The word hung between us, heavy with implication.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I tracked the movement. “And did you wish it was you instead of Kellan?”
I could lie. I could pull back. I could remind myself of all the reasons this would be a bad idea. But I couldn’t. I was past the point of no return.
I moved closer, eliminating the space between us until her breath was against my lips. “I wished it was me making you come, and my name on your lips.”
Quinn’s eyes darkened, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained. She made that noise again, that little catch in her breath that was quickly becoming my favorite sound, and then her mouth was on mine.
The kiss was nothing like I expected. There was no hesitation, no gentle exploration. She kissed like she was starving, and I was the feast she’d been denied. Her lips parted immediately, tongue seeking mine as her hand let go of my fingers to grip my shoulder, pulling me closer.
I slid one hand up to cradle her jaw as the other found her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her tank top. Our bodies aligned, and I felt the heat of her through the thin barrier of her underwear pressed against my boxers.
When we broke apart to breathe, Quinn’s eyes were glazed and her lips swollen. “We should probably talk about all of this.”
I knew she meant the situation with Kellan and Enzo, the undefined boundaries that were shifting between the four of us. But with Quinn’s body against mine, her tongue tracing my bottom lip, and her fingers threading through my hair, talking was the last thing on my mind.
“Later.” I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. “Right now, I have a much better use for my mouth.”
I guided her to straddle my chest. Her tank top had ridden up in our movements, exposing the soft curve of her stomach. My fingers traced a path along her sides, feeling goosebumps rise in their wake.
I looked up at her, my hands resting on her thighs briefly before I ran my thumbs along the insides of them. She shivered at the touch as my fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear. She lifted herself to help me slide them down, and then the fabric was gone, tossed somewhere in the darkness of my bedroom.
“Come here.” I palmed her ass and urged her forward until she was hovering above me, knees on either side of my head. I could smell her arousal, heady and sweet.
She gripped the headboard, her eyes half-lidded with anticipation. Her breath hitched as I drew her down to my mouth, my tongue making a slow exploration of her center. The taste of her flooded my senses, and it made my head spin. I groaned against her, the vibration making her rock her hips forward.
“Fuck, Reid,” she breathed, one hand leaving the headboard to tangle in my hair.
I took my time, learning what made her thighs tremble and what drew those little catches in her breath that I’d already become addicted to. When I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue, her grip in my hair tightened.
“Just like that,” Quinn panted, beginning to move against my mouth with more purpose. “Please, don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I slid my hands up her sides, pushing her tank top higher until I could see her breasts. I cupped them, and her nipples were hard against my fingertips as I teased and rolled them, matching the rhythm of my tongue.
Quinn’s movements became more urgent, her hips rocking against my face with increasing desperation. Her thighs began toshake on either side of my head, her body tensing as she chased her release.
“Reid, I’m—” She broke off with a strangled moan as I intensified my efforts, sucking gently.
Her entire body went rigid, and she cried out as she came. I held her steady, not relenting until she collapsed forward against the headboard, gasping for breath.
“Come here.” I helped her back down my body until she was straddling my hips. I could feel the wetness of her against my stomach as she leaned down to kiss me hungrily.
“I want you inside me,” Quinn whispered against my lips, her hand sliding between us to palm me through my boxers. “Now.”
I reached for the nightstand drawer, fumbling for a condom. She helped me roll it on, her touch sending jolts of electricity through my system.
When she positioned herself above me, I gripped her hips, holding her still for a moment. “I’ve thought about you. Not just with me.”
