Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“You.” He slammed into me. “Are.” Slam. “Mine.”
I cried out.
My orgasm blasted into me.
He growled and dropped his face to mine, breathing in my exhaled breaths.
His hand tightened around my mouth, and then I felt him tense as the first splashes of his release bathed my insides.
No words were exchanged for a long few minutes.
Not until he finally rolled over and pulled me with him, my body landing on his.
I felt the wetness sliding down my thighs, likely landing on him, but couldn’t scrounge up the desire to care.
This.
This was a bad idea.
Because now I didn’t want to leave him.
I didn’t want this to end.
But it would end.
Because we still had the same issue now that we did then.
His unwillingness to see anything but black and white. My brother’s unwillingness to have a sister who dated a cop. But did anyone ever stop and think about me in this scenario?
Because, had they, they might’ve stopped long enough to realize it was killing me.
To have the man I loved hating another man I loved.
It wasn’t fair.
And it sure the hell wasn’t solved miraculously by sex.
His phone on the bedside table rang, and he tensed.
I leaned over, snatched it for him, and tossed it his way.
I didn’t miss the name on the screen, though.
Elliette.
But the person who answered as I crawled off of Quinn definitely wasn’t a boy.
It was a girl.
She said something in quick succession to him answering, and Quinn put his hand on his face before shaking it. “I’m not at the bar anymore.”
My stomach sank.
Was he meeting someone there?
Was he meeting this girl?
“No, I’m busy,” he answered, making my heart soar.
He wasn’t leaving.
Who was this woman? And why did just the sound of her voice make me want to murder her?
“No, definitely not coming back. Sorry,” he said as his eyes followed me to the bathroom.
I stole his sweatshirt off the floor, pulled it on over my t-shirt, only looking back at him once before closing the door softly behind me.
That didn’t mean I didn’t hear every word that was exchanged between them, and I certainly noticed how every word that was exchanged wasn’t something exchanged between lovers. At least not from Quinn’s side of the discussion.
I finished up in the bathroom and came back out to see Quinn there, staring at me, waiting for me to open the door.
We switched places, and I went back to the bedroom, putting my knee into the mattress and contemplating what I should do next.
That question was answered for me when he said, “You want me to plug in your phone?”
I snorted. “I don’t have it.”
“You what?” he asked in disbelief.
“I left it,” I answered. “I didn’t want to deal with anything tonight.”
Mainly, contemplating calling him since it was my first day back on American soil.
Yet, here I was, doing exactly what I’d been trying to prevent.
What were the odds the man I’d been trying to not call would show up at the same bar as me?
Really freakin’ slim.
He grumbled something under his breath, then took the same spot he’d left earlier.
I pulled my knees up to my chest and tried in vain to stop the words from coming out of my mouth.
Yet, they came out anyway.
“Who was that?” I asked curiously.
The voice had sounded feminine.
“A friend,” he answered. “We met during police academy.”
I waited, hoping he would offer more, and found that he wasn’t going to.
And, since I wasn’t the type of person to pry when it was apparent that prying wasn’t something he wanted, I closed my mouth.
Even though, I had to admit, it was absolutely killing me not to know about this woman in Quinn’s life.
Who was she?
What was she to him?
What was the status of their relationship?
Did he like her?
Did she like him?
All kinds of questions speared through my brain, but again, I chose to control myself.
I eyed my pants across the room, thinking that now would be a good time to leave.
He went to say something, but I showed him my back, stood, and walked to my jeans.
I audibly heard his teeth click together as he snapped his mouth closed, likely forcing himself to stay quiet when he wanted to beg me to stay.
“I’ll see you around, Quinn,” I said once my shoes were in place.
“You want me to walk…”
I shot him a look. “I don’t want anything from you, Quinn Carter.”
He’d more than shown me that I didn’t need to know anything more about him, so why shouldn’t I give him the same?
And that’s how it went, every single time we ran into each other.
For a single night, and sometimes for a full week if we had it, we would meet up. We wouldn’t talk about the future. We wouldn’t talk about a damn thing, really.
Our bodies, however? They worshipped.
And through the years, my nine or ten times that I got to spend the day worshipping Quinn, was what got me through life.