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My hand threads through his hair, and Quinn just snuggles further into me.

“That’s what I was dreaming about. Getting lost on the walk home from school when I missed the bus. Not being able to find my parents when I needed them. Silly, I know, but as an eight-year-old who was a little too sensitive to be alone like that, it was fucking scary.”

“I’m sorry, Quinn,” I say. “I won’t talk shit about your parents because that’s not my place, but it does seem like they do things a little differently.”

“Yeah, but different isn’t always good. I like how independent I am now, but not how I got to this place. Did you know I was almost kidnapped once?”

My entire body freezes. “What? When?”

“When I was twelve. Got trailed by a creepy old dude on the way home from school. He grabbed on to me but I managed to kick him off. I always wonder what my life would have been like had my parents been around to protect me from stuff like that.”

We’re silent a moment and his hand slides through my chest hair again, his fingers curling against me.

“You’re a good dad, Grey. A real fucking good one. I knew that the moment I met you. And you know how I know?” he asks.

I grunt, feeling my nose start to tingle and my eyes sting.

“Because you always made an effort to spend time with your kid. Even if his mom wouldn’t let you. Even if Josh didn’t appreciate it. You always tried to be there.”

And then he buries his nose in my armpit again and holds on to me so damn tight. Well, fuck. My throat suddenly feels tight with emotion. I must be overtired.

Maybe I should get up and go to my own bed, put some distance between us, but my heart won’t let me leave.

So I just stay, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

ChapterTen

Quinn

Iwake up pressed against Grey, and let me tell you, I am a horny fucker. He smells all musty and sweaty, and I want to bury my face in his balls and inhale. I want to do what we did last night all over again, and so much more. I don’t care that we have morning breath.

My hips arch and my hard, naked cock drags against his hairy thigh. I fell asleep in his arms and didn’t move. My body knows what’s up. There was no way I was going to sleep apart from him. I’ll be sleeping like this for the rest of this trip, that’s for sure. I’ll have nightmares every night if that’s what it takes.

“Morning,” Grey’s deep, sexy voice rasps above me.

I thrust against him again, loving how he’s built, how my cock drags along his thick thigh muscle. I could come just like this.

“Morning,” I say and let my hand slide down to his dick, encircling it in my hand.

He lets out a low grunt, his length hot and heavy in my palm. I stroke it, loving how he fits so fucking perfectly against me. I know I’m being bold, but I’m taking what I want. Last night unlocked something between us and like hell I’m closing that door again.

It’s gaping wide open and I’m walking through it.

“Shouldn’t,” he says lowly, but still thrusts his hips up, fucking into my fist.

Always so damn serious. He needs to let himself have something every once in a while.

Me, he could have me.

“Should,” I counter and pump him faster, wanting to hear him grunt and pant for me again. What a fucking great way to wake up.

My stomach rumbles and I bite down on his pec.

Hmm, perhaps I should have a little snack.

I let go of him for just a moment before sitting up and scooting between his legs, and then before he can protest, I engulf his dick in my mouth, sliding my tongue along the underside of him.

Grey groans, his mouth open, his eyes screwed shut.

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