Page 37 of Sin for You

Quinn wrapped her legs around me again, pushing up, making my head spin and my balls draw up tight.

She threw her head back. “Logan!”

She came a second time for me, and hearing my name coming from her like that, yeah, pleasure and need and release all at once hit me hard. Because giving Quinn what she needed satisfied something deep and primal inside me, something I only felt when I was around her.

My hips slammed forward, the base of my spine tingling, balls throbbing. I buried my face against the side of her throat and shot hot and hard between our bodies, jerking and shaking and groaning.

* * *

Quinn

I lay on my back in the darkness of my room, not sure what woke me. Sliding my phone off the bedside table, I checked the time. 3:00 a.m.

I glanced over at Bull.

He was asleep beside me like a hibernating bear, his big inked body pressed against mine, heat radiating from his bare skin. One of his massive arms was over my waist and a heavy thigh was thrown over both of mine.

And I loved it.

Bevan hadn’t liked to cuddle. He said I was too needy, that he needed his own space.

I’d been feeling deprived of human contact, and Bull was giving me exactly what I needed. Without having to overthink it, without fear of rejection, I turned and snuggled deeper. Bull made a low sound of satisfaction when my front pressed into his. He didn’t wake, though.

I grinned.

Naked cuddles with Bull were as good as I’d imagined. No, better. So much better.

“You gonna hate me afterward?”

His words from earlier drifted though my head. How could he think that? I could never hate him. There was only one way Bull could hurt me, and that was never going to happen because we weren’t in an actual relationship.

“You awake?” Bull said sleepily, roughly into the silence.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay?”

There was a wariness to his voice I didn’t like. “More than okay.”

“What we did earlier, I know I wasn’t inside you, but, fuck, I should’ve been more careful. I’ve never not used a condom before.”

“I’ve always used them as well. I think we’re fine.”

Bull didn’t say anything else, the room silent for several minutes. I pressed in closer. “You don’t mind if we snuggle, do you? I’m a snuggler.” Those old insecurities were still there, Bevan’s voice, a low echo in the back of my mind telling me I was smothering him, pushing me away after we’d had sex, rolling away from me when I reached for him in the middle of the night.

Bull grunted and wrapped me tighter in his arms by way of an answer.

I sighed.

We were both quiet again for a while.

“Bull?”

Another grunt.

“I know this is only casual, you know, a friends-with-benefits kind of deal, but while we’re…doing this, you won’t be with anyone else, will you?”

He stilled.