Page 9 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

I’m gasping for air, feeling lightheaded. I love this, I really do, but it’s all happening so fast it feels like my chest is about to explode if I can’t get some air inside me.

“What is it?” Quinn asks me, sensing how I’m feeling.

“I just need a minute,” I gasp, for air now, not for anything else. I sit up as Quinn moves back, balancing on his heels. He’s rubbing the top of my legs with his hands and I feel the room again all of a sudden. Remembering where we are, what I was doing only a few minutes before.

“I… I’m a virgin, Quinn…” I stammer, feeling instant relief at telling him.

My anxiety has been building, along with my arousal, and once I get my first orgasm out of the way, feeling close to Quinn than ever, it makes me think he’ll want more.

Isn’t that what all guys really want? I don’t know, but from what I’ve heard if I don’t put out I’m something of a tease. And I don’t want that.

“I just need a minute,” I tell him, and he takes both my hands into his and kisses them lightly.

“I’m glad,” he says, his voice like smoke.

“Glad?” I ask him, thinking he must just be being polite, he’s such a gentleman.

“I’m glad because it means nobody else can have you, nobody else has ever had you. You’re all mine, Chelle and that’s all I really want.”

“You don’t think it’s…?”

“I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and I want you more than ever. If you want to wait, I understand. I just couldn’t help myself just now, I needed to make you mine, to stake my claim.”

I shush him, tracing my fingers through his curling brown hair, it’s so soft compared to the rest of his muscled hard body.

“You don’t need to claim what’s already yours,” I whisper, and he growls approvingly, kissing me all over again and squeezing my chest to a hardness that I find I really like.

Quinn’s gentle with me, but he can sense when and where I want him to be firmer, harder on me. He seems to know exactly what makes me tick, it’s just incredible.

“We can go back to your place?” I suggest, teasing his curls with my fingertips again after he’s satisfied himself by acquainting himself with the girls all over again.

He looks away, almost embarrassed and I feel a ripple of panic flash across my belly.

I knew it… here it comes.

He’s fuckin’ married, or worse. What could be worse?

I see his look go from serious to smiling as he notices my panic.

“It’s nothing, Chelle. I just have a really messy house right now, and my truck… Ha! I work like sixteen hours a day… my place isn’t exactly-”

“I’m happy wherever we are,” I tell him honestly, but I do feel kind of weird about doing what we’ve even done so far at my old school. It would be nice to take it someplace nice.

“Hotel,” we both say at the exact same moment, realizing it’s the obvious solution to our present problem, which as far as I’m concerned, isn’t really a problem at all.

Chapter Eight

Quinn

“What are you doing?” Chelle asks me.

I’ve gotten up, straightened my clothes and taken my phone out.

“I have to call someone else to come in, it’s a light duty job but I’m technically still the security here tonight, as well as an ex-teacher even though it’s on the house, unofficial.” I tell her, hearing how silly I sound when I say it out loud.

The only thing I’ve secured is Chelle and me, and to be honest, that’s all I care about from now on. The other guys from the company I run can deal with the rest of tonight, and a few other jobs from here on I reckon.

I call Brad, he’s always eager to do me a solid if I need it, and he readily agrees to come on down, keep an eye on things and lock up. I’m glad he wasn’t here for the Cindy episode, he’s a sucker for that sort of thing, which I most definitely am not.

“We’ll have to wait until he gets here,” I tell Chelle, sensing she’s looking uneasy again.

“Everything alright,” I start to say, then shake my head.

“No. Fuck this, I’m not gonna ask you every five seconds if you’re alright, Chelle. I’m feeling what’s between us and I’m taking us someplace nice to make you mine. If that means balling you until sun up, great, or if it means spooning you while we watch reruns and eat rocky road ice-cream for the next two days I don’t care.”

I feel my chest heaving once I’m done. I don’t mind if she wants to wait, but I need her to know that all her problems, past, present and future end here. Tonight.

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