Page 10 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

“You’re mine, now Chelle. Got it? And I’m yours. We’re a team.”

And in the instant I look into her eyes again, I know what’s bothering her.

The same thing that’s been eating me up at the back of my mind, even while I’ve been eating her up.

Randy.

Her dad. My oldest friend, my brother.

Well. Foster brother. He was the only friend I had growing up in care as a kid myself. We had separate foster parents, but spent so much time at each other’s houses, it was the standard joke that we had two foster families each.

I know how much Chelle means to Randy. I swore on my own life I’d look after her if anything ever happened, that was when she was a baby… all those years ago and we were really babies ourselves, just kids. It all feels so long ago but it’s still like yesterday.

I know too how much Chelle loves her dad, he tells me every chance he gets, always boasting about his little girl and how he’s the luckiest foster dad alive, because he knows both sides of the life.

“We’re not doing anything wrong,” I tell her. I pull her head to mine, resting our foreheads together as I stare into her eyes, knowing exactly what she’s thinking all of a sudden, knowing how much she doesn’t want to hurt her dad.

“You’re a grown adult now. Twenty-one, right? And I’m… well. I’m a consenting adult, a man who knows what he wants, dammit!” I growl, registering the moment I’ll have to have it out with Randy.

We both know he’s the only one who’ll have a problem with us, even though we’re not doing anything wrong, legally, biologically or otherwise.

“It’s just confusing,” she says, her eyes getting glassy with tears.

“I don’t feel bad with what we’re doing, I want this more than anything, please believe me on that point, Quinn. I want you so bad it hurts… But…”

But.

That word. I don’t want a bunch of but’s and what if’s to get in the way of our happiness and I don’t want to hurt Randy or Chelle either.

It’s a catch-22 situation.

“I’m gonna do whatever it takes to make you mine, Chelle. I swear it.”

“I know you will,” she says, and she kisses me so gently, so tenderly I feel like my heart could break at just how much I want her, how much I wish I could show her right now. If that were even possible.

“Can we just get out of here?” she asks, finally. And I agree eagerly.

“I just have to wait for Brad, he’s not far away, plus I just have to let somebody know I’m going. Wilson will do. He should be giving his speech right about now, though.”

I look at her, quizzing.

“You sure you don’t want to stick around? There’s a slow dance at some point, I’m sure.”

I’m not trying to be funny, but she pokes her tongue out at me and makes a sound, punching me in the ribs again, commenting how hard I always am.

“Don’t you ever get soft?” she teases me.

“Not around you,” tell her truthfully.

“Well we have some time then, shall we wait out front or in here,” she asks me.

“Out front is best, if I stay in here one more second with you I won’t be able to control myself,” I eye her all over again with satisfaction, watching her head bob in time with her hair. In time with the pulsing inside my jeans, in time with the thunder in my heart that’s powering it.

We make our way back to the registration desk and I manage to catch Wilson’s attention as he comes out of the men’s room, on his way to give his speech.

“Something’s come up,” I tell him factually, “one of my other men, Brad will be here momentarily… I’m sorry I couldn’t stay but duty calls.” I lie.

I’d eat broken glass right now to get out of here with Chelle over my shoulder, but on my arm will have to do.

Wilson’s disappointed I can’t stay, but he’s so wrapped up in his speech it’s a reasonably smooth exit for us once Brad arrives.

I go over the details with him and leave him to do what he does best, his job.

“Ah. Shoot!” Chelle says halfway to my truck. “I forgot my purse, it’s still in my car.”

“Maybe we can take your car?” I suggest, holding her close to me as we make our way to the parking lot.

One look at the white pillbox she calls a car and she looks back at me, up and down.

“I don’t think you’ll fit,” she says, smiling, “I’ll just get my bag,” and I glance around, making sure nobody else has the perfect view I do as she bends over inside the car, over the front seat.

I take a few steps closer, positioning myself right behind that glorious ass, and grip her firmly by the hips, pulling her back onto my hardness.

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