Page 62 of Sin for You

I couldn’t say this was a big shock. It had always been Janie who loved city life, not Mase. It would probably be a good move for my brother. I thought about Bull, about having to end what we were doing if Mase came back. “But there are no jobs here for you…not at the moment anyway.” I felt guilty even saying it.

He took a sip of his coffee and shook his head. “Not yet.” He tilted his head to the side. “You don’t sound so keen on the idea.”

The guilt spiked and I laughed. “Are you kidding? You should totally move back. It’ll make my life a whole lot easier not having my overprotective, intimidating cop brother around to scare away every guy that looks at me when I’m back in the city.”

He stood and ruffled my hair like I was eight years old. “Smart-ass.”

I sat there while he grabbed another coffee. I knew one thing for sure: I wanted to spend more time with Bull, and time was running out.

My little detour to Rocktown was almost over.

It had to be.

* * *

Bull

Quinn and Mase were parked on one of the couches in front of the fire at the bar, having a beer. Cal and Cassy had shown up a little while ago and joined them. They were talking and laughing, and I was standing over here behind the bar, watching like an obsessive weirdo.

Any minute now Mase was going to catch me staring at his sister like a slavering beast and shoot me. Shit, I’d deserve it, too. It felt dishonest keeping this from him. Like Quinn was some dirty little secret when that was the farthest from the truth.

I’d do anything for that girl, including keep what we were doing a secret from her brother…my best friend.

I served the guy in front of me, handing him his beer and taking his money. Almost getting through a full sixty seconds without looking at Quinn. Until she laughed.

Fuck, I loved her laugh.

Her head was thrown back, black hair down her back, so beautiful I struggled to breathe. How the hell was I going to get through another night without touching her?

You need to calm the fuck down.

No shit.

I started wiping down the bar. This whole thing between us was on her terms. I saw her when she wanted to see me, I was cool with that. Well, I thought I was. After spending two days and nights without her, with a third looming, and knowing what it was to have her under me, I wasn’t so sure.

That’s the rules. You want her, you need to stick to them.

“Hey, Superman, I’ll have two Jack and Cokes, please.”

My head shot up, heart bounding around in my chest as soon as I saw Quinn standing there in front of me, within touching distance. I grabbed two glasses and poured a measure of Jack in each.

“Having a good night?” I said, trying to keep it cool, trying not to give away how much I missed her. Missing her wasn’t part of the deal, or maybe it was? Fucked if I knew. I was confused and horny and desperate for one of Quinn’s octopus cuddles, where she wrapped herself around me with her arms and legs and passed out.

She leaned forward and the V-neck T-shirt she was wearing dipped, flashing the delicate slopes of her tits. My eyes went straight there without my says-so, and I watched as her sweet little nipples tightened.

“Christ, Logan, you need to stop looking at me like that,” she said under her breath.

I quickly looked up, glancing over her shoulder at Mase. He was deep in conversation with Cal and Cassy. “Sorry.”

She leaned forward some more. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m just finding it hard to concentrate with you standing over here, and when you look at me like that…”

“What?” I muttered. “Tell me, sweets.”

“Getting aroused while in the presence of your brother is disconcerting, you know?”

“You hot, Quinn?” I said, because I was a dirty bastard, and the way I wanted her right then, fuck knew what would come out of my mouth.

She nodded, color hitting her cheeks. “Yes.”