Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
My lips stretch into a bigger grin. My dad is awesome. “It doesn’t seem real,” I answer honestly. “I mean, I know the money’s there, but I don’t need anything. I’m not the type to blow it in a club or buy extravagant things. I mean, other than the car. I’ve invested a lot, and I overspend on books and my niece and nephews, even though Asher and Aiden get on to me about it. Not that I care.”
“I donate most of the money you send me, then spend the rest on the kids.” I smile against his chest. “Though, I did use the first round you deposited to pay off my apartment, so Benson and I didn’t have to worry about it.”
“Smart,” I say as I continue to stroke my fingers along his chest. “Did it surprise you?”
He’s quiet for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s low and rough. “I almost called you.”
My heart kicks up in speed, my belly doing a little twist and then clenching. “That was my plan.”
“I know,” he says with a laugh. “That’s why I didn’t call.”
“And that’s why I didn’t call you. Because it felt like you didn’t care.”
He groans, squeezing me to him. “We are a fucking mess.”
“Nothing new. We’ve always been a little off.”
I dance my fingers along his abs, dipping one into his belly button as he mutters, “I think my mom was right. We were too young, unable to communicate clearly.”
I shrug. “I don’t know that much has changed. We’ve lived together for over a week, and you did everything in your power to ignore me.”
“Because I knew we’d end up like this.”
I smile even though he can’t see and wait for him to continue. He doesn’t. Instead, he says, “So, back to what you need to admit. I know you secretly bought the Bugatti because you knew it was my dream car.”
I snort. “Absolutely. That thing is scary as hell.”
His laughter is loud as he grins. “I can’t with you.”
“I knew it’d get your attention.”
He squeezes my butt cheek. “Not as much as this ass does.”
I giggle as he pulls at my cheek, gripping it tightly and causing me to arch into his hip bone. The motion sends pleasure coursing through my body as I moan. “Quinn,” I whine, and his laughter is intoxicating. “I tried showing off my ass in that skirt, and you told me you didn’t love me.”
“Because I knew I was in big trouble when this ass was in sight.”
“And here we are.”
“Here we are,” he agrees, kissing my temple.
I grin widely and I almost ask, but I don’t want to ruin all this. I know we’ll argue about her, but what if we don’t? What if this means he’s left her? Excitement bubbles in my chest, but I have a nagging feeling that’s not the case. I think he’s in deep, and I have to tread carefully with how to throw him a lifeline. Quinn is a proud man. He wants to add value to his family, and whatever he got himself into is deep. The fact that his family doesn’t know blows me away. I think he’s embarrassed about what he’s done, and I want to know why the hell he let this happen. He’s not dumb; he’s brilliant. Though, Owen and Evan do say he’s book-smart but not street-smart. I’m both. Duh. Well…besides my little mistake with pushing him away, but we’re moving forward.
We’d better be moving forward.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that when he rolls me onto my back, I can only let out a strangled cry in surprise. “Jesus!”
He chuckles, pressing his hips into mine as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He settles against me, and I can feel his thick cock throbbing against my already wet pussy. He trails his hands up my ribs, under the curve of my breasts, before lifting his weight off me and leaning on his forearms. I tangle my legs with his again as I reach up, brushing his hair out of his eyes. I trace his jaw, and his lips curve up in a grin of so much love. For me. All for me.
“Tell me your admission, lovebug.”
I search his eyes, and I’m almost too scared to tell him. That’s insane, though. It’s Quinn. He said he wants me. “You know that time we had sex at Grandma and Grandpa’s?”
He waggles his brows, a lopsided grin on his face. “We’ll need to narrow it down to a date.”
I snort. “The first time.”
His eyes darken, his lids falling a bit as he gazes down at me. “You mean April 13th? It was a Tuesday, at 2:33 a.m.”
I can’t help but snort as he grins. “Such a dork, but yes.”
“Yeah, baby. How could I ever forget that?”
My heart is beating in overdrive, slamming into my chest as I gaze up at him. Gone is the restraint, the invisible veil of misery that I swear Ava dropped over his head. Now, he’s looking at me like my Quinn would. Like I’m all he sees.