Page 16 of Just One Touch (The Carter Brothers 2)

“Thanks momma, don’t know what I would do without you.” I reach for her, hugging her in my arms.

That’s how Rome finds us, “Ah shit, I know what this is all about. Felt it hard and fast with Summer. I’m glad you found it with Quinn, baby brother.”

“Thanks, gotta say seeing her with Sawyer, it only solidified what I feel for her.”

“Yep, I know that all too well. Thanks for watching Sawyer for us, pretty sure we both needed it, and not for just the sleep,” the sly grin on his face is all too telling. I’m sure in another nine months I’ll be welcoming in another nephew or a niece.

“Not a problem, his teething is out of this world. But we enjoyed every minute of it. Do you know what Summer is going to do with her place? I have a feeling Quinn won’t be going back and I’d hate for her to pay rent on something she isn’t using.” I ask.

“We talked about it, we can either rent it out or sell it. We’re leaning towards selling it. We both don’t want to deal with the hassle of renters, even if we do it in house. I’ll talk to Summer about it though. Shit, the way those two talk who knows what could happen. Add in Mom here, and she could be moved in when you’re at work,” we all chuckle.

“Hey now, I don’t hear you complaining one lick,” she adds in.

“Not at all Mom, not at all.” We all sit down where we can and continue shooting the shit until it’s well into the night and Sawyer is ready to get into his own bed.

Saying our goodbyes by the front door, my arm around Quinn’s shoulder knowing I’ll have her to myself tonight. It’s been a great fucking day, but my night is about to get so much better.

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Quinn

This must be a dream, Mason has his fingers slowly sliding in and out of my pussy, and his tongue is doing this thing with my clit. The sensation building between my legs is enough to make me moan out loud and makes me realize I wasn’t asleep after Mason woke me up in a way I’ll never forget.

“Mason,” I moan.

When he responds with a hum in between my legs, that’s when my eyes pop open. He really is between my legs, this wasn’t a dream. It’s reality, and god do I love really feeling this.

He brings me close to the edge, my body trembling, legs shaking, hands fisting in the pillow beneath me, and then he backs off.

“Damn it, Mason. Please,” my breathing is coming in choppy tones as I try to thrust my hips up towards his mouth. He stops me with a push of his hands on my hips. I’m at his mercy, and as much as I’d love to lay here and play all day, I need Mason inside me, with more than his tongue or his fingers. I want to feel all of him.

“Not yet,” he grunts and continues on with his ministrations. He pushes two fingers inside me, his mouth latches onto my clit, and he builds me back up, but before he’s able to tease me any further, I use all my force and move out from underneath him. His face is a look of shock, until he sees the yearning in my face. Only then does he allow me to move him to his back.

“I need you inside me, Mason,” I whisper into his ear, straddling his lap. His cock is hard and laying beneath me. I take this time to tease him as much as he has me. I glide back and forth along his cock, my pussy saturating him along the way. I look down at what I’m doing to him, raising my hips just a bit, slowly engulfing the tip of his length with my pussy.

“Fuck, Quinn,” he groans, and as much as it pains me to lift off of him, I do. Backing off I continue teasing both of us, until neither of us can wait any longer.

I’m moaning out breathless nothings, my hands poised on his taut stomach, watching his abs ripple with every flex of his hips. The glazed look Mason has on his face, it tells me he’s close to coming and I don’t want that to happen, just yet.

Mason’s hands go to my hips. I’m lifted up onto my knees when he demands, “Guide me in, baby. I’m taking what’s mine.”

I do as he says, holding his length in my hand. “Slide down, nice and slow,” Mason murmurs.

Instead of listening to what he wants, my hips slam down on his cock. Taking all of him, “Fuck, Quinn,” his voice raspy.

Taking over I slide up and down on his length, setting a rhythm both of us love. My hand leaves his stomach and blazes a trail from the inside of my leg to my pussy. I don’t want to change positions, but I need something more. When my hand reaches my clit, it’s smacked away. “You’re not getting yourself there. Not when I’m right fucking here,” Mason growls.

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