Page 20 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

Chapter Fifteen

Chelle

Lying back with Quinn breathing heavy next to me after giving me the perfect climax not once, but two more times in a row, I can’t help but feel a little spoiled.

And hungry.

I skipped dinner and my usual before bed snacks, and feel light headed from hunger as well as from all the romance I’ve had since last night.

I sit up, noticing how much I’m still trembling and set myself on the edge of the bed.

I jump a little when I feel Quinn’s warm hand on my back, but relax back into it, savoring every second of his touch. I don’t mind him seeing me naked now, not as much anyway.

“You hungry?” I ask, turning to see him smiling dreamily, and I have to make sure I specify what for.

“For soggy cereal and cold coffee, I mean.” I say, and we both stifle a laugh.

“I’ll make a fresh pot,” he says, groaning as he lifts himself out of bed and I marvel again at how muscular he is, for any man. Not just a man who’s as old as my dad, which isn’t very old anyway.

“Well, I feel it this morning,” he says, touching my head with his lips as he passes by me, reading my mind again like I’m saying my thoughts.

“There’s long life juice too, d’ya want some?” he calls out over his shoulder, but the sound of the intercom buzzing distracts us both.

Ducking his head back in the room, then his whole body, Quinn slips on his boxers again before grabbing a light robe from the closet, tossing me over one too.

“That’ll be Brad. I’ll just be a minute… you can wait here if you want,” he tells me casually. But I can’t help giving him a look.

“Are you ashamed of me or something?” I ask, half-smiling but he can tell it’s a serious question.

The buzzer sounds again, and Quinn takes the time to sit on the bed beside me to explain.

“I don’t want anyone seeing you half dressed, because if they felt even a fraction of how you make me feel, there’s no telling what I’d have to do to them.”

I feel the corner of my mouth lifting a little, “Alright, but can I come out in my robe?” I say and he growls with disapproval.

I just sigh than shrug, slipping my robe on and start to explore the remote to the huge TV at the opposite end of the room, which is almost as big as the whole wall.

Quinn closes the door, but leaves a tiny gap and buzzes Brad up. Brad notices his state of half undress, asking if everything’s okay.

“I’m fine,” he tells him proudly, “Never better.”

I watch Brad through the gap in the door. He’s a younger guy, smaller than Quinn, but who isn’t?

Quinn catches me looking out the gap as I sit on the bed, his eyes narrow, going from Brad back to me and he strides over, fully closing the door gently, making me wonder if he really doesn’t want Brad to see me at all, robe or not.

I could think a thousand things, but I could also take a hot shower, which is what I’m feeling more like doing.

My bag’s on the floor by the window and I’m glad I have a fresh change of everything on hand.

Standing at the huge window, looking out over the sandy bay next to the marina, I think how lucky the owner is. I wonder what it would be like to live in a place like this full-time.

It’s a little far from everything, but look at that view… Plus, would I really want a beach full of people looking at me through my windows in the summer?

I sigh to myself again, I’m always picking the worst option for everything when it comes to me and my life. I remind myself I’ve got Quinn now and things are looking so much better after just one night. Aren’t they?

Hell yes I’d live here! I love the view and could get up earlier to drive to work… if I ever lived in a place like this.

I check my phone, remembering where I do live right now, with my dad and I feel a little jolt in my stomach when I see there’s no messages from him today.

No calls. No messages, yet Quinn said he had quite a few from dad already.

I don’t need to think too hard to know what my dad’s thinking, or that there’s still that icky feeling to be dealt with, and soon.

I’ll have to get my car at some point, should really do that today and will definitely call dad once I have a shower.

After lunch at the latest.

I’ll see how I feel after a shower.

My god, the time! It’s after ten on a weekday. I know I have some days off but I try not to waste too much of the time I have off. Quinn’s instantly my new exception and once again, I find my brain wanting to go for the ‘what if?’ pile in the chain of events calendar, spinning like a pinwheel in my mind.

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