Page 13 of Just One Touch (The Carter Brothers 2)

Leaning down I lick the head of his cock, teasing him like Mason achingly teased me. I feel his hands dive into my hair, that’s when I really work him, sucking him as deep as I can. He doesn’t push me down deeper onto his length. It’s more like he needs to always touch a piece of me. It doesn’t take long until Mason’s groans get louder and louder. His body tenses up and he warns, “I’m going to come, Quinn. Back up, baby.”

I don’t back up, I keep working him, and when he comes, it’s in the back of my throat and I take everything he has to give.

When he’s completely finished, his hands leave my hair, and this time he’s the one who’s out of breath and winded.

A smile is plastered on my face when I crawl up beside Mason, laying my head on his chest. His heartbeat is thumping a million miles an hour, and I was the one that he gave a piece of himself too.

18

Mason

The past week has been a flurry of events, I’ve had more meetings than ever, but thankfully after them I’ve been able to work from home. This weekend though, we get Sawyer and I have to say, I’m excited to watch my nephew.

Quinn asked if the small pool on my back deck was heated, it makes me happy that I was smart enough to have it installed after I bought this place. We’ve had a heat wave this week, our high has been in the eighties and sometimes at this time of year, it doesn’t even hit the seventies. I have to say, I reaped the rewards of it. There is nothing like walking into the house after dealing with numbers and meetings most of the morning, looking out at the back deck and seeing your woman on a float in the pool, with nothing but a string bikini on.

And I’m the lucky bastard that gets to rub her down with suntan lotion.

“Hey, baby,” I walk out back. She lifts her head up from the float she’s laying on, the long lines of her body glistening in the sun.

“Hey, you,” she responds, a smile on her face, happiness showing in her facial expression.

“Did you have a good morning?” I ask her, already knowing full well Quinn hasn’t left my house unless it’s to hang out with Summer and Sawyer.

“The best, what time is it?”

“Just after noon,” I say glancing at my watch, fuck I love getting off work early.

“Oh, time flies by. Let me get out of here and I’ll make us some lunch,” her smile hasn’t left her face, even as she paddles her way over to me. I really should have rethought this process and detoured to the bedroom.

“You stay out here, I’ll change into my boardshorts and fix us lunch.” That was one of our first arguments, well not really an argument, more or less Quinn standing her ground and me being bullheaded and me not wanting her to spend her own money. Her and Summer went on a grocery shopping spree while I was at work that first day.

I didn’t realize what she did until the next day when I went into the pantry to grab things for the coffee, already knowing full well I’d have to stop by the grocery store.

“What the fuck?” I questioned as I walked out of the pantry, Quinn took that time to walk downstairs in nothing but my tee shirt.

“I went to the store. Mason, you literally had nothing and you offered up your home for me to use. I wasn’t going to not pitch in,” her hands were on her hips, making her shirt ride up her long lean legs.

“Sunshine, as much as I love that you did this, you didn’t have to, I don’t want you spending money unnecessarily,” I responded.

“Then I won’t unnecessarily spend time here while you’re at work,” she turned on her heel, posed to go up the stairs. Quinn didn’t get far, I rushed to her, my arms coming around her waist holding her. My front to her back, whispering, “I didn’t mean that the way you thought. I know what your agent did to you, baby. I don’t want you spending money at my place, when I know you still pay rent at Summer’s along with the utilities.” Her shoulders relaxed and she melted into my arms. When she turned her head back towards me, Quinn stood her ground. “If I didn’t have the money, I wouldn’t spend it, and I wanted to. Not only for you, but for me too. I love being here and cooking meals with you.”

“Quinn,” I crooned in her ear and then spun her around, my hands fisting her hair as I took her lips.

Shaking my head, I walk back inside and head to the master bedroom. If I have my way, we’ll eat lunch, and maybe I’ll get Quinn on a surfboard.

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