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Fuck these hips… this ass… I’m in heaven…

Her gasping moan, plus the heat I feel from her instantly is almost too much to bear and I consider taking her right there and then, out in the open but I remember our discussion and growling some more, I let her get up out of her car.

“Can you see what you do to me, Chelle? I’m so fucking hard for you, I must have you,” I tell her, gripping her by the arms and kissing her hard on the mouth again. The open air, the silence of the parking lot, anywhere and anything with her in it just turns me into a wild animal.

“Then take me someplace Quinn,” she whimpers, and I again notice her trembling.

Trembling in the best way.

Wanting to be taken more than just someplace.

Taken by me, claimed as my very own.

Chapter Nine

Chelle

Do I feel bad for ditching all those people who hardly remember me from the reunion?

Hell no.

Most of them were nice, but I never had any real friends at school, college or any place for that matter. I remember Quinn, when he was my teacher but even though I had a crush I had no idea what other feelings, what other needs were attached to something like that once we get older.

The fact he’s not only interested, but practically commanding me to be his is like the ultimate fantasy come true for me.

Definitely glad I came to the reunion, but not bothered we didn’t stay.

“I’ve got it,” he says, almost to himself, nodding while eyeing me up and down again before checking the car’s locked and I have everything I need. I’ve grabbed my overnight bag, a staple in my car.

Bring a nurse, it’s a ‘you just never know’ situation when it comes to shifts and days on call. Fortunately I have some rostered time off, but I always carry a spare change of everything.

Quinn’s impressed at my preparedness and he tells me so. “Why nursing?” he asks as we make our way to his truck, which I can just tell will be the biggest one in the lot, and it is.

“I mean, there’s nothing wrong with nursing… far from it, I just thought…”

“I know,” I hear myself groan, “I had the numbers for college, to do medicine, but…” and I trail off again at the memory of all the not so nice people in the world.

“But what?” Quinn presses me, stopping and turning me to face him, brushing some stray hair back from my face again.

“It was just too hard…” I stammer and fighting back some fresh tears at all the raw memories from college now. I just want us to go someplace far away from schools, from hospitals and most of all, from other people.

“Let’s just go, Quinn. Just us, okay?” I ask him, almost pleading.

He gives a firm nod and leads me by the hand to his truck, which is more the size of a boat, taking up two spaces and having its own steps to climb aboard.

He unlocks it and helps me up, settling me in first before going around to the driver’s side and hoisting himself in, making the cab seem the size of my hatchback once he’s in it.

I only notice how huge he is when he’s either close to me, or in something or next to something that gives a true sense of his scale compared to the rest of the world he moves in.

I sigh dreamily, almost too loud which makes him look sideways at me.

“We’ll go someplace nice,” he says, trying not to grin, “A client has this place… always bugging me to use it and he’s overseas for three months.”

“I can’t wait,” I say excitedly, but I’d be happy anywhere with Quinn.

Except my house, school, college or work…

Once we get moving, the night lights bristling past us makes me forget everything. Quinn’s truck isn’t messy, there’s some papers here and there, a coffee mug in the console. Apart from that it looks brand new.

“It’s messy,” he growls to himself, and I can see his jaw flexing as he reads my mind some more.

“I just wanted things to be perfect where you’re concerned, that’s all,” he says, relaxing some as I put my hand on his thigh, making him open his legs a little and giving me a much better view of just one of my favorite parts of him.

“It is perfect.” I remind him, and we drive in silence for a time, enjoying just being close to each other, without the need to even speak and not feel awkward about it.

I can tell Quinn wants wherever we’re going to be special, so I don’t ask about that. Checking my phone out of habit, I see a series of missed calls and texts from my dad, drawing a small groan from me.

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