Page 50 of Tainted King

I led her to a room at the end of the hall, but she stopped at the wall of photos. My mom had added some each year we were here, showing us boys and Freya in most of them.

“Who took the photos? They’re gorgeous.”

Stepping behind her, I pulled her back to my front, my arms holding her tight. “Mom. She studied photography. Loves taking photos, much to our annoyance when we were younger.”

She pointed to a photo of Jude and me. Jude was about three in the photo, and I was ten. He was sitting on my lap, face covered in sand, big smiles on both our faces.

“Who’s sitting on your lap? None of you have white-blond hair.”

“That’s Jude. His hair got darker and darker until it was almost black by the time he was ten. He used to follow me around everywhere. Gabriel used to spend most of his time with Freya, playing dress-up.” I scanned the photos and pointed to one of him in a princess dress, drinking pretend tea with Freya. “There he is.”

“Was he closest with Freya when she was still living at home?”

“They used to be. Until he turned into a hormonal teenager.” Adjusting my hold on her, I leaned my cheek against her head. “They were close again once he calmed down, but Freya left shortly after. I don’t think he’s forgiven her yet for leaving without telling him.”

Turning in my arms, Quinn moved her hands to my pecs. “Have you forgiven her yet? Because I know even though she acts like nothing can get to her, she missed you.”

“We did what we thought was best to protect her. We never meant to take away her independence. We all love her.”

“I know. It’s obvious in the way you all take care of her. But maybe you should tell her every once in a while.”

I knew she was right. I held my feelings close to the vest, didn’t talk about them. And certainly not with someone who wasn’t family.

But Quinn seemed to change all the rules I’d set for myself.

“I didn’t come here to talk about my sister. I brought you here to have you all to myself. No interruptions, nobody to take your attention away from me.”

“Then I think it’s time you showed me your bedroom.”

I lifted her, and she wound her arms around me with a giggle. I buried my head in her neck, blowing raspberries on her skin. She tried pushing me away, but I held her to me, walking us to the last door on the left.

I pushed the door open, a fresh lemon scent greeting us. Mom had the place cleaned once a month, and the team must have been by recently. They didn’t know who owned the place, and their codes and fingerprints were always erased from the system after they were done.

Placing Quinn on the bed, I kicked my shoes off and joined her. Suspended above her, I took a moment to drink in her features and commit them to memory. Her sparkling bronze-colored eyes, full red lips, and rounded cheeks.

Her hair was spread around her like a halo, the curls soft to the touch. I leaned in and kissed my way across her face, starting at her earlobe. I loved how she responded to every touch and kiss, her body arching into me, her arms winding around me, holding me close.

Spurred on by her moans, I made my way to her mouth, needing to feel her lips on mine. Her hands were running up and down my back, having found their way underneath my T-shirt.

Needing to feel her skin on mine, I sat up, then ripped my shirt off. Quinn looked at me from behind half-closed lids, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. Unable to help myself, I placed soft kisses on every inch of creamy skin I exposed.

She must have used a peach body lotion, a trace of the smell still lingering. I took her shirt off, the bra next, my mouth hungrily lavishing attention to one nipple, then the other.

I’d never thought of myself as a breast man, but Quinn’s inspired me to worship and pay special attention to them.

And her response told me I wasn’t the only one who loved my newfound devotion. Her hands pulled at my hair, holding me to her.

I came back up for air, both of us breathing hard, before taking her mouth in another kiss, our lips fusing, our tongues tangling.

She pulled her leg up, then pushed forward. I was much bigger than her, so there was no way she could ever push me over without my consent. But since I liked what she did when she was on top, I was only too happy to roll onto my back. If I was honest, she could lie there and not move much and I’d still be turned on more than I ever had been with anyone else.

Watching her sit astride me, her glorious tits bouncing, I went painfully hard.

I reached out, but she slapped my hands away. “Nuh-uh, my turn.”

She copied my earlier ministrations, placing kisses on every exposed inch of skin. When she made it to my pants, she didn’t hesitate to open my belt and button, then slid the zipper down.

She put her hands inside my boxers and pulled them down. I complied with her silent command and lifted off the bed. She slid everything down to my ankles, then wrestled my pants and boxers the rest of the way off.

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