Page 69 of Dirty Roxie
Reed
Quinn is waiting in our room when I return from the whole Andrei-Viktor meeting in the hedge mazes. Things have been tense between us, so I’m grateful to see her here. I wasn’t sure she would be. She sets down her magazine when I enter.
“How’d it go?” she asks.
“About as you’d expect.” I grab a beer from the minibar and pop it open, draining half of it in one gulp before flopping down on the couch next to her. “Andrei admitted Viktor was involved in Katya’s death, so Daria killed Viktor. Ronan took Andrei somewhere to beat him to death, I’m sure. And we took out the two guards Andrei had with him.”
“Is Daria okay?” She turns her body on the couch to face me.
“I think so. She threw up in a bush after she shot him. I think her head will fuck with her for a while. But I also think she’ll find closure now with both her sister and her mother.”
The conversation halts until Quinn speaks again, her voice timid. “Are you still mad at me?”
“For which thing? Coming to Colombia or getting yourself kidnapped?”
“Um, both.”
“Yes. You still mad at me?” I ask.
“For not rescuing me sooner?”
“Mm-hmm.” I finish my beer and set the empty bottle on the coffee table before us, bringing my leg up on the couch as I turn so I’m facing her.
“Yes,” she says.
“Fair enough.” I take her hand in mine and lift it to my face, rubbing my cheek against it then kissing the back lightly. “What should we do about it?”
She shrugs. But leaves her hand in mine when I return them to my lap. I take it as a good sign.
We have done nothing sexual since she’s been here, outside of that first kiss in the hall behind the check-in desk. And I’m burning to know if being with her is as amazing sober as it was drunk. And if the time apart has changed anything.
When I reach my other hand out to cup her face, she leans into my touch. “I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her. “If you’re too mad at me for that, let me know now.”
She shakes her head slightly. I move in, capturing her lips with mine. Gently at first with small nips, then with more pressure, pushing my tongue in and deepening the kiss. She falls back against the couch and I settle myself between her legs. She’s wearing these tiny shorts that do nothing outside of drive me crazy, paired with one of those cami-tops. I pull it down on one side, baring her breast, so I can move my mouth down her neck to take her nipple in my mouth.
“Oh, Reed, I’ve missed you,” she moans.
“Missed you, beautiful,” I mumble around her generous mounds.
Her hands grab at my head, trying to pull me closer and her legs circle my waist. I pivot my hips against her and watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Don’t stop,” she pants.
I do it again, knowing the force of my cock behind my jeans is no match for the thin material of the shorts. I’ll happily deal with a little friction burn on my dick if it means I can get her off right now before I’ve barely touched her. I continue thrusting against her, dry humping in a way I’ve not done since high school.
Her body stiffens. “Oh god,” she cries, her arms and legs tighten around me, and I watch her face transform as she comes, letting her ride it out as she gyrates against me. A sight I don’t think I’ll ever tire of. I push up halfway and get my jeans down and off in record time, rolling a condom on before she’s even opened her eyes.
“Why do you have a condom?” she asks. “Were you with someone else?”
“What? No! Why would you ask that?”
“We didn’t use a condom last time.”
“I was drunk. And stupid.”
“Aren’t you clean?” she asks.
“I am, Quinn. I haven’t been with anyone but you in a really long time.”
