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He leaned in. I licked my lips, heart racing, and I stood on mytoes to meet him halfway. The moment seemed to stretch into hours, time slowing to an almost agonizing pace. Finally, with Quinton’s hand cupping my jaw, our lips pressed together. Sparks danced across my skin and tingled all the way to my toes. He tasted like hot peppers from his dinner, but that wasn’t the thing that had heat sparking in my belly.
Quinton licked across the seam of my mouth once, then pulled back. “Goodnight, Reese.”
“Goodnight,” I echoed, barely audible, watching him the entire walk to his car. He offered one more smile over his shoulder before he climbed into the driver’s seat, and I stayed frozen to my spot until his taillights disappeared from view. Only then was I able to move to step into the house and climb the stairs to bed.
18
MAVERICK
When Quinton mentioned wantingto talk to Reese one on one, and Stetson’s schedule just happened to put him less than an hour away, I took advantage of the opportunity.
Quinton had given me explicit permission to tell him about us—so had Reese—but I was still nervous. So much so that all I could do as sit in the middle of the bed while Quinton got ready. As he tied up his hair, he met my eyes in the mirror. “Come here, princess.”
My heart thundered and my stomach churned, but my legs still knew to obey. Hands on my hips, Quinton leaned down to press his mouth to mine. I hummed into the kiss, molding into every curve of his body. The tension melted away and when I twisted my hands in his locs, my nerves settled. Quinton cupped my jaw and tilted his head, gaining the perfect angle to plunge his tongue between my lips. One hint of his taste, and he was breaking off the kiss. “You’re not worried about me going out tonight, are you?” he asked, thumb stroking my cheek.
“Not at all. I’m worried about how Stetson is going to react to Reese being back in my life.”
“Remember what I told you, princess,” he whispered, pressinghis lips softly to my forehead. “If he loves you, he’s going to see that you’re happy. Youarehappy, right?”
I nuzzled his jaw, a contented sound vibrating up my chest. “The happiest I’ve been since this foolish trade ever happened.”
“Watch it…”
“I’m sorry,” I snickered. “I’m from Georgia; we’re supposed to hate you guys a little bit. It’s in my blood.”
An unamused grunt and one more kiss to my lips, and Quinton stepped away. “I have an idea. Sit down for me, little love.”
I perched on the edge of the mattress, and Quinton knelt down to the bottom drawer of his dresser. When he emerged with a piece of green silk in his hands, my heart rate increased even more. “Really?” I questioned, my mouth suddenly dry. “You want me to wear those out?”
“I do… You can wear whatever you want over them. No one’s going to know they’re there but me and you—and Reese, if you want.”
I stared at the panties, already knowing how the soft material would feel against my skin—and then I wondered what it would feel like underneath my clothes.
“Give me a color, princess.”
“Green,” I said without hesitation.
“On your feet, please.”
I stood and Quinton knelt on the floor, tugging my boxer briefs off before guiding my legs into the lingerie. The moment the silky material brushed my skin, I let out a deep breath and widened my stance so he could guide them up my legs. Quinton slipped his fingers underneath the hems, smoothing the fabric over my waist and my ass. My cock twitched in his hand as he made sure it sat comfortably. “Is that better, baby girl?” he husked, pressing a kiss to my hipbone.
“So much better,” I sighed. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Quinton straightened to hisfeet and tugged me into his arms. “You know I’m just a phone call away if you need me. Reese and I can be there in an hour.”
I smiled, bringing our lips together for one last kiss. “I know.”
A couple hours later, I sat at a restaurant in the middle of Columbus waiting on Stetson. I’d been so nervous that I’d gotten there twenty minutes early. I’d opted to wear jeans, and the feeling of the lace rubbing against the denim was unexpected—but not unwelcome. The delicate material brushed against my ass with every step, and the… taboo nature of it all made it that much more thrilling. It was a constant reminder of who put them on me, which was exactly what I needed.
It was excitement that had my leg bouncing under the table, not nerves. So I didn’t flinch when a pair of hands found my shoulders—Stetson. “Hey,” I said, standing up to give him a hug and hauling him off the ground… just like hehated.
“Put me down, you behemoth!” he laughed, wiggling and batting at my shoulders. “I know you’re happy to see me, but damn.”
I set him back on his feet, where he made a show of fixing his hair and straightening his clothes. The bear hug had caused his shirt to ride up—and a blue lace waistband peeked out from behind his jeans.Him too?“Hey, my eyes are up here.”
“This makes my news easier…” I muttered, returning to my seat.
Stetson slid into the chair across from me, crooking a brow. “What are you talking about?”
