Page 11 of Just One Touch (The Carter Brothers 2)

“Dinner smells amazing, but you have to know I would never expect this, but I love that you feel at home here,” I say bluntly.

“I love your home. Oh hey, that reminds me, I’m thinking about asking Summer and Rome if I can watch Sawyer for them overnight, would you like to help out if they say yes?” she questions. There’s a sparkle in her eye, as if she’s excited.

“Hell yes, count me in. We can do it over here. I know there isn’t much furniture, but I’ve been thinking about at least getting a television for down here and some patio furniture,” I reply.

“I think that’s a great idea. If you want to change, dinner will be ready in about ten minutes. I’m going to call Summer and let her know we can take Sawyer this Saturday night?”

“Sounds good to me, I know Mom is leaving tomorrow to go on a girl’s trip or she would have offered too,” I reply.

“Should I ask your mom first before Summer? I don’t want to overstep my bounds, I just noticed that Summer looks exhausted and could use a break.”

“Nah, she’s had Sawyer a few times. Rome mentioned it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I think you offering us up to help, is the best thing we can do for them right now.” I kiss her lips before heading upstairs to change out of this god-awful suit.

15

Quinn

Mason devoured not one, but two plates of dinner. I’m really glad I pulled out Gram’s secret meatloaf recipe. Okay, fine, it wasn’t really a secret, but it was one of my favorite meals she cooked. I paired it with a glass of wine for myself, and Mason had a beer.

The night has wound down, we slipped into Mason’s bedroom. I needed a shower from lugging all the groceries into the house, he hasn’t noticed just how much food is in the house, yet. I have a feeling once he does, I’m going to be in a world of trouble.

“I’m going to shower, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” his voice has a hiccup in it. The next thing I notice is how his gaze goes heated. Sleeping beside him tonight and keeping my hands off of Mason is going to be the hardest thing possible. Especially when he’s only wearing a loose pair of flannel pajama pants.

I grab my stuff and head into the shower, “Shit,” I mumble out. I’ve stayed in some pretty amazing places while modeling, but nothing like this bathroom. I could live in here, it’s that amazing. There’s a garden sized tub with jets, I bypass that for now and head for the stand-up shower. It’s massive in size, you step down into it and it doesn’t even need doors. There’s shower heads every which way.

I turn the water on, then step out of my clothes. I wasn’t going to wash my hair tonight but with the shower being as amazing as it is, there’s no way I’m not trying it out.

Once, I’m in there I let out a sigh. I take my time washing my hair and then my body. After everything is done, I grudgingly get out and finish up my nightly routine.

I walk out of the bathroom, Mason is in bed, his arm raised above his head, his knee up and cocked to the side. He’s completely relaxed and in his element. Each time I don’t think he could get hotter, he seems to call my bluff.

“Damn Quinn,” he says gruffly. I’m standing at the edge of the bed now, slowly moving towards him without even realizing it. I went out on a limb today and packed a silk like night gown that has matching panties, it’s not too showy, but it does show more skin than something I’ve ever worn for Mason before.

He crooks his finger up at me, I take my time and crawl between his spread legs. When I get to where he wants me, my hands on his shoulders, legs straddling his lap, he huskily whispers, “Remember what I said this morning, Quinn?”

“I remember.” Mason’s cock is rock hard. Feeling him beneath me has me more than squirming, it has me grinding down on his lap.

“Good, because I’m going to make you come all the ways I can think of tonight,” his lips find mine. Mason’s hands find my hair, gripping it, manipulating me where he wants me, and I’m along for the best ride of my life.

16

Mason

I bring my hands away from Quinn’s hair, dropping them to her shoulders, slowly massaging them as they travel down to the straps holding a prize possession beyond my reach. I want her naked and beneath me.

“Fuck, Quinn,” I croon as I take her straps down, trapping her arms so she can’t move. I take her in, noticing everything from her deep chocolate eyes, to her lips, and how the top is fuller than the bottom. When my eyes reach her cherry tipped nipples, I grunt. I’m at a loss for words. I need them in my mouth, so I do just that.

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