Page 48 of Toxic Obsession

Quinn

It was after midnight when I snuck Wynter into my house. If we were quiet, I doubted Adam would even know we were there. One thing was for sure, Adam needed to stay the hell out of my plan. If he messed it up this time, I would be ready for him.

I held my finger up to my mouth, then leaned near her ear. “My room is up the stairs, last door on the right. Brody’s is on the left, so don’t go in his on accident.” I flashed her a grin. “I’ll meet you up there.”

Wynter nodded then tiptoed away. My attention glued to her, my dick hard as hell while I watched her hips sway. Visions of her at the society, sprawled out for my pleasure, danced through my head while she disappeared down the dark hall.

I wished I had time to rub one out before I joined her, but I wanted to see how long she could hold out without touching me. Sneaking into the kitchen, I used my phone’s flashlight and grabbed a bottle of Adam’s vodka and two glasses. If we couldn’t fuck, then I would get her relaxed enough to talk freely. Maybe she would divulge her secrets without me pushing the conversation.

I hurried to my room, then closed the door with my foot. Tucking the alcohol under my arm, I locked the doorknob. “We’re safe this time.” I set the bottle and glasses on top of my dresser and opened the mini fridge next to my desk before collecting a soda and making us a few drinks. “Here.”

“You have a fridge in your bedroom?” she asked, disbelief in her tone.

“Yup. Brody does too. There are nights we don’t want to see Adam, so we keep snacks and sodas up here.”

Wynter’s brows furrowed. “He seemed like he had a … very big personality.” She took a sip, then sank onto the edge of my bed. Her eyes darted around my room. The last time she was here, she hadn’t been focused on seeing what my bedroom looked like.

“That’s a nice way to say it.” I sat in the chair at my desk, downing half of my drink before I set it down. “So, tell me why.” I leaned back and stretched my legs in front of me.

“Why what?” She pressed the glass to her full lips, peaking at me over the rim.

“Why did you want to spend the night?”

She crossed her long legs, and I swallowed. If I had it my way, her creamy thighs would be pressed to my cheeks, and I would be tongue deep in her pussy. Not touching her would be tough as hell while she was in my room, but I had let her think that she could trust me. If she believed I was capable of talking with her until the wee hours of the morning, it would be front-door access to her heart. Girls loved that shit.

“I mean, you knew you would win tonight.” My pulse stuttered as she gave me a mischievous smile.

“I thought I would, but I wasn’t positive. At first it felt like cheating, but you never asked if I could sing.” She tilted her head and batted her eyelashes at me, all innocent. Even though I knew she wasn’t innocent at all, I couldn’t help but laugh. She sighed while she pointed at my pillows. “Can I?”

“Of course, make yourself comfortable.”

She placed her drink on my nightstand, then crawled onto the bed and fluffed the pillows. Wynter leaned against them and crossed her legs at the ankles.

I stood before strolling over to my closet, where I grabbed my Seahawks blanket. “You look cold.” My eyes never left hers as I covered her up. I wondered what Bell would think if she knew that Wynter was at the house and in my bed.

Stay focused. You’re after the truth so you can squash the ridiculous feelings you have for this girl.

“Thanks.” Her cheeks pinked as she placed her arms over the blanket. “There are multiple answers to your question.”

“Oh?” I returned to my chair and sat down again. My cock told me it wasn’t safe to sit on the bed with her. “Please share.” I took another drink, watching her expression and body language. I’d had years of practice observing and figuring out what someone was going to do. Adam had given me plenty of lessons. This time I was failing miserably; —I couldn’t read her at all.

“I wanted to see if you were just being nice or if you wanted to fuck me,” she said, her tone matter of fact.

“Fair enough.” I couldn’t tell her my real plan, so I kept my mouth closed to let her draw her own conclusions. “And?”

She picked up her glass and took a long drink before she spoke again. “Iwantedto spend the night with you.”

I couldn’t help that I loved how blunt she was. “Are you always this up-front?”

“I try. Not always. Sometimes circumstances dictate answers for me.” Her gaze drifted away from me and onto the blanket.

I understood that too well. The shit with Adam and Bell had me avoiding some topics altogether. Since I knew Wynter’s secrets, I understood why she would skirt certain conversations as well.

“Tell me something I don’t already know about you.” I propped my feet on my desk and leaned back in the chair.

“You don’t know a lot about me, actually.” A hint of a smile shadowed her beautiful, full mouth.

“Why Whitmore?”

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