Page 94 of MidKnight
Before I could blink, my pants were off. I was in only the oversized male shirt I wore, which was entirely too thin.
Quinn let go of me up for a moment to lay his vest out sideways as a makeshift blanket. Then his eyes locked onto mine and his hands snaked around my waist. Slowly, he lowered me down onto the vest.
He lay down next to me and propped his head up on his hand so he could stare down at me.I love you, Bloss.
I fell into the grey depths of his eyes and warmth lit my heart, like a candle flame. The world might be crashing down around us. But we’d sink together. Together was the important part.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
I wish I could give you your dreams.
You mean you’d help me find someone to take this damn crown off my hands?
He chuckled.If there was anyone else fit to wear it.
He lifted his free hand and his fingers skimmed the seam of my lips lightly.
I fought a shiver. The winter night was closing in.
Quinn noticed and pulled me closer so that I was flush against him. He brought my hands to his mouth and blew on them to warm them.I have an idea, Dove. Close your eyes for a moment.
I let my eyelids flutter closed and I focused on the feel of his chest against mine.
I’m a simple fisherman and you’re my wife. We live in a little cottage by the wharf that smells of brine when the wind blows the right way.
The smell of the ocean touched my nose and my eyes popped open.
Not yet, Dove. Keep them closed.Quinn’s grey eyes scolded me.
I closed my eyes and shoved my top leg between his, cuddling closer and stealing his body heat. I smiled as I listened to him weave a fantasy for me. A fantasy where we were simple people who fished and made homemade bread in the hearth, except on the days I burnt it.
A burnt smell wafted over us and my eyes popped open again.
If this is a fantasy, why am I incompet—my thought trailed off as I gazed beyond Quinn in wonder. I didn’t see the trees of the forest. I didn’t see the pile of dull blue leaves where we lay. I didn’t see Quinn’s vest underneath us. Quinn and I were in a cozy little cottage bedroom, laying on a lumpy mattress. The walls were a roughhewn pine. A fire crackled merrily in the hearth and I could nearly feel the heat of the flames. A loaf of bread sat on the edge of the hearth, one half black as charcoal.
Don’t worry about the bread, Dove. I’ll eat the burnt half,Quinn thought as he nuzzled my neck.
I can’t believe—I was going to say I couldn’t believe Quinn’s magic. The illusion was so beautiful. So detailed. But Quinn cut me off with a kiss.
Quick. Before the others get home.Quinn gave me a naughty wink.I love to make the cottage reek of sex before your other husbands walk in.
I grinned and shook my head. Even in fantasy, Quinn couldn’t stop his playful, childish side.
Well, if that’s what you want, you’d better get to work.I raised my eyebrows.
Quinn’s smile doubled and he rolled on top of me.
Yes, ma’am.His hand came up and cupped my jaw briefly before he leaned in for a full kiss, brushing his tongue lightly over mine.
After a minute, I deepened the kiss, reaching up and pulling him down by the neck so that I could feel the entire length of his strong, hard body against me. His shoulders were wide, and his hips fit perfectly between my thighs when they parted. His shaft pressed down against my thigh. It was hard and thick.
Quinn shifted his weight to one hand and brought his other up to graze my lips. Then he pushed his thumb slowly into my mouth. I used my tongue to tease out circles on the pad of his digit. When I released his thumb with a pop, he brought it slowly down my body, pulled up the hem of my shirt, and traced that wet thumb up along my inner thigh. He edged closer and closer to my core. But as soon as he saw my breath catch, he slid away. Then he slid closer. When I arched my back, he slid his thumb away again.
Quinn!I scolded.I thought you wanted this cabin reeking of sex! Quit teasing.
Oh, it’s starting to, wife. I can smell you. But I don’t just want this cabin to reek of plain old sex. I want your other husbands to hear you screaming as they walk up from the shore. I want them to drop the fish they’ve caught and sprint up here, thinking their sweet wife is being attacked, only to find you impaled on my cock, shrieking in ecstasy.
His words left me panting. But I couldn’t let his ego know that.I think you have a very high opinion of your abilities.
