Page 27 of Sin for You

I grabbed them and tossed them on the couch, then had to hold back a growl when I saw she was still wearing those fucking clothes. I could see her pink bra through what was supposed to pass as a T-shirt, and if she’d been wearing that skirt when Dice and his brothers had stopped in, I would’ve had a fight on my hands without doubt.

Quinn was nothing but trouble for me. Ever since she came home, my life had been turned upside down. She was always…there. And if I wasn’t at work with her, she was in my damned head. I was wondering if she was okay, if she needed anything, if she was lonely, if she’d eaten, if she was in bed…

She crossed her arms, and Jesus fucking Christ, there was no way to miss how that lifted her small tits higher until the top of one handful-sized, perfect, soft-looking lace-covered breast was exposed through a slash in her top. I gritted my teeth as my skin flushed hot and my mouth went dry.

“Look, thanks for staying here like this and making sure I’m okay.”

I grunted because I was kind of flipping the fuck out inside in that moment and making small talk was an impossibility.

She licked her lips, her gaze sliding over my bare chest. My abs tightened involuntarily, like her small hand had slid over my now clammy skin. “I’ll just…head up to bed.”

Best idea I’d heard all night. I turned away and flicked the blanket out to make my bed for the night, releasing a relieved breath when I heard Quinn’s retreating steps. I didn’t know what had gotten into me lately.

When I’d pulled her into my lap at the bar, after Ajax made a play for her, I hadn’t wanted to let her back up. Shit, I’d liked having her there, and I’d liked those men thinking she was mine, that they’d have to go through me to get to her.

Then there was that fucking kiss, how I’d lost control with her after I’d inked her, after that call from my mother.

It wasn’t right, not any of it.

And the thought of other guys seeing her in the clothes she was wearing tonight had me in a tailspin. I didn’t want to examine that too closely. Not there, not then, so I climbed on the couch, pulled the covers over me, and worked at shutting down my mind.

The memory of pressing Quinn into the wall filled my head. The way her smaller body had felt against mine, the way she’d wrapped herself around me, thighs spread wide, those curves, so soft. And her scent…

I sucked in a sharp breath when my balls started to throb, and then groaned.

Shit, I could smell her. She was all over the comforter she’d given me. Yeah, it was like Quinn’s slight weight was covering me.

I swallowed hard.

Where the hell had that come from?

Get that shit right the fuck out of your head. Now.

Why the hell was I thinking about her like that? Why now?

Because she’s beautiful, and smart and funny, and any guy would be lucky to have her.

But not just any guy deserved her.

And I sure as fuck never would.

* * *

Soft thighs bracketed my face.

The sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted against my mouth.

So good. I swallowed down the sweet honey coating my tongue, groaning when Quinn fisted my hair and ground down harder.

“More, Logan, please.”

I jolted awake—to find a cushion covering my face and my dick hard enough to bang in nails.

Breathing hard, I tossed the cushion aside, the dream still lingering, so fucking real, and if I was honest, not the first where Quinn had taken the starring role.

I sat up, snatched my shirt and dragged it on, then stood and went to the bathroom. I needed a piss, which wasn’t going to be easy in my current state. Groaning, I fisted my painfully hard cock and tried to angle the fucker down so I didn’t piss all over myself and Quinn’s bathroom.

Awesome. What the fuck had I become?