by Doyle, Dawn
I watched her through narrow slits. “Is that so?”
She smirked.“I’m stubborn, remember?”
I fucking did. “I think you’ve forgotten that I am too.”
“We’ll see.” She patted the bed again.
I sat down, sinking into the mattress, the covers gathering around me as it took my weight. I kicked off my boots and swung my legs over, then leaned back against the soft, thick pillows, Kinsley’s familiar scent surrounding me. “This is going to be an easy win,” I said, lifting my arms and resting them behind my head. I fake-yawned for good measure, watching it take the desired effect when Kinsley did too.
“No fair, that’s cheating,” she complained around another yawn behind her hand.
I put my finger to my lips. “Shh, it’s starting.”
Kinsley grumbled but stopped talking. She stretched her bare legs out, wiggling her toes, flashing bright orange nails. Her legs were lightly tan, toned, and looked smooth. I locked my fingers together harder than before.
It was only a few minutes into the show when I heard her breathing change, the quick breaths and sharp bursts becoming long and even, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Kinny?” I whispered but got no response. I snorted a quiet laugh. “Lightweight.”
She hummed in her sleep, moving about and inching closer to me, turning on her side. She curled up, her hair flowing behind her on the bed, her shoulder rounded, exposing the tattoo across the skin behind.
Delicate cherry blossom blooming on thin branches, the ink disappearing under the deep-red strap. I pulled my right hand from behind my head and reached over, tracing the petals with my fingertips. Her skin was exactly as it looked, soft, smooth, and warm.
She moaned, wriggling toward me until her face was next to my chest. A long exhale escaped her mouth, the lips I’d kissed a few times, lips that were sweeter than anything I’d tasted in my life.
Kinsley sighed again, and the arm bent in front of her, pushed out, connecting with my side. I stayed put as she reached over me, resting her arm across my torso.
My cock stiffened, the bulge behind my zipper too obvious to even attempt to hide it.
Kinsley’s face slid toward my side, her nose grazing the side of my chest. She inhaled through her nose, then hummed out a long breath.
I watched her sleep for a couple more seconds, then lowered my other arm to stroke the long, shiny strands of hair behind her. My stomach contracted when her fingers bunched, then opened, her palm flat over my stomach. I held my breath as she moved down, down, and I released it when she stopped above my belt.
Jesus fucking Christ, I need to get out of here.
But I couldn’t go anywhere. If I did, she’d wake up, and the look of serenity across her features had me keeping my ass right there, taking the agonizing onslaught of Kinsley Jensen.
As carefully as I could, I slipped my phone out of my back pocket and unlocked my screen. Holding it up, I snapped a photo, the piece of evidence that gave me this win, no matter how much I wouldn’t have cared if I’d lost. With her, right then, I’d already won, even though it didn’t mean a thing.
To her.
Kinsley
“Quinn,” I whispered, the sound of the purr in my voice waking me up. My eyes flew open, and blackness surrounded me, covering my eyes. I snapped my head back and looked up, right into a pair of dazzling eyes, shining down on me as though I’d done something stupid. I think I almost had done, too. If the pulsing between my legs was anything to go by, I was about to vocalize the dream I was having, starring a certain ‘bad boy.'
“Hey, loser,” Quinn said, pumping his brows. “You lasted two minutes.”
My arm was sprawled across his torso, my hand under his shirt, and I snatched it back, but not before I managed to feel every ridge in his stomach muscles. Probably why my dream had gone from zero to scorching in the blink of an eye. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s fine,” he said, his tone gravelly. “What were you dreaming about?”
“Nothing,” I rushed out, the heat from my core, making it’s way up into my face.
“You said my name.” His brows raised. “And you were smiling. Were you dreaming of my head on a spike?”
“Of course not,” I choked out. I sat myself up and squeezed my thighs together to stop the pain. I could still smell Quinn, he was all over me, refusing to leave me alone so I could calm down from the imaginary fumbling that was still running through my head. His hands on me, stroking over my tattoo, down my spine, over the curve of my ass, the apex of my thighs… My nipples pinched tight as the movie played in my head, his hands cupping my breasts, his mouth on me…
“You were happy about something,” he goaded. “You were all…” he closed his eyes. “Mmmm, ahhh,”
“Oh, my God, just stop!”
He licked his lips. “Were you having sexy dreams about me?”
“No,” I said with way too much force.
His head cocked to the side, studying me. “Were you?”
I screwed my eyes shut in shame, covering my face with my hands. “This is not happening,” I groaned.
Quinn’s fingers brushed through my hair, the gentle touch firing me up all over again. “You’re not denying it, though.”
“Can you just forget it?” I begged. “Pretend I didn’t talk in my sleep?”
“Kinny, you weren’t just talking,” he whispered close to me like he was making fun of my embarrassment. “You were feeling me up.”
I dropped my hands. “What?”I shrieked, then cringed. My face could practically heat the entire town with the furnace burning there. “I don’t believe this.”
The bed dipped, and I looked through my fingers to see him slide down the bed, lying on his side to face me, propping himself up on his elbow. A large hand tried to pull mine away from my face.
“Kinny,” he said, tugging a little harder. “Look at me.”
“I can’t,” I said behind my hands. “It’s too humiliating.”
“I bet you’re in pain, though, right?”
I stopped resisting him. “Excuse me?” I asked softly.
“Hey, guys wake up with a hard-on, and it fucking hurts sometimes. Wouldn’t it be the same for girls?”
“I don’t have a boner,” I growled.
He grinned, his eyes running downward, then leisurely up to my face. “Sure you do.”
I didn’t know how he did it, but just that simple action made my swollen nub throb ten times worse than it was before, and caused my nipples to pinch. The pain was close to unbearable, and my legs pressed together to try to dampen the ache. “Quinn, please don’t.”
He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek. “I’m not trying to be an asshole, Kinny—not this time.” His thumb stroked over my cheekbone, then moved down to smooth over my bottom lip. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his as he watched the path he was taking. His fingers moved down, over my jaw, then to my neck, the tips caressing over my collarbone.
I couldn’t breathe, the air was trapped at the back of my throat, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on inhaling. But, that was no use. In his proximity, all I could breathe was Quinn.
“You’re such an asshole,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
“I know,” he agreed. “But this asshole can help you out, all you have to do is ask.”
I swallowed hard, the urge to grip him and scream out, ‘Yes, Quinn, ease my suffering’ right there, just waiting for the final straw to have me begging. I wanted him to leave so I could have a reprieve, and maybe help myself, but I also wanted him to stay, to replay the fantasy I’d dreamed about, but without the interruption of waking.
“This isn’t what we agreed on,” I said, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
“We didn’t not agree to anything like this between us,” he offered. “You can go right back to disliking me if that’s what you want.” I didn’t dislike him, far from it. Quinn Dexter had gotten under my skin, and no m
atter how much I scratched and bled, I couldn’t get him out; he was only burrowing further. He moved toward me, his lips close to mine. “Tell me no, Kinny.”
“I can’t,” I breathed as his fingers worked down toward my chest, my breathing shallow, but the movements spurring him on as though they were working in his favor. With the way my body was drawn to his, it was more like mine.
“Then tell me, yes.”
I swallowed hard, a war raging through me on what I should do, and what I could recover from. “I’m going to regret this.” I slammed my mouth against his, my lips urgent, needing him, wanting what he was offering me. I raised my arm, searching for him, and when I found what I was looking for, I gripped, his dark hair twisted around as I held him to me, not letting him go, telling him that right then, my answer was a resounding yes.
His lips parted, his tongue seeking mine right away, his head tilting to deepen the kiss, working my mouth expertly.
I moaned, but this time, I gave no fucks because I was no longer ashamed of wanting him. It had disappeared the moment my mouth sought his.
Quinn guided me to my back, his body still next to mine while he ran his fingers through my hair, down my neck, then to my chest. I sucked in a breath as he explored lower, until his hand cupped my left breast, gently squeezing and kneading. His thumb made contact with my protruding nipple, shocks running through me every time. I lifted my leg over his, tugging him closer to me, his hips next to mine, and he gripped my thigh hard, his fingers digging into my flesh before he worked back up.
His hand moved down further, toward my stomach, then back up, underneath my tank, over my heated skin, with his setting fire to me even more as he felt his way. His fingers dipped in my bra and tugged the laced fabric down, freeing my breast, then took it in his palm again.
I let go of his hair, flattening my hands over his shoulders, taking in every lump and curve of muscle as I tracked my path toward his stomach. If he wanted to explore my body, then I was going to have the same privilege of his.
A deep rumble came from his chest when I ran my fingertips over his tight abs and continued going, reaching the hem of his T-shirt. I dipped my hands underneath, working back up, touching the planes of hard muscle I’d been greeted with when I awoke.
If I’m still dreaming, I don’t want to wake up.
“Kinny,” he whispered against my mouth, both of us breathing heavily, taking in each others’ air, and it was terrific. “I have to hear you say it.”
I nipped at his lower lip. “Isn’t it obvious?”
He frowned, his face hardening again even as he held me in his hand, then pinched my nipple, the zing of pleasure causing me to gasp. “Say it.”
I ran my hands further up his torso, over his solid chest and down again. I gripped the dark fabric and pulled up while gazing into his deep pools. I licked across his lower lip, and his eyes closed, pain lacing his features. “Yes, Quinn.”
His hands left me as I tugged off his T-shirt, the garment flying across the room. God, his body was perfection. Lean, tight, and muscular, just like the health magazines, fit and sexy as hell. A realistic claw tattoo was inked onto his right pec, the three jagged lines inked in such detail that they looked almost like scars dug into his skin.
I couldn’t keep my hands off of his body, memorizing every ridge, every line; I never wanted to get rid of the image I had of him right then.
Quinn gripped my tank and yanked it up, I lifted, and he pulled it over my head and down the length of my hair, his eyes on me the whole time. His hands worked over me, too, touching every bare inch, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Then he crashed his mouth to mine again, desperation in his kiss as he took my lips between his like I was everything he needed. He pulled back, then kissed my jaw, to the soft skin under my ear.
“Fuck!” I squealed as he nipped the sensitive flesh, then ran his tongue over to soothe it.
His lips trailed kisses down my neck, lightly sucking, gently licking, and I gripped his hair, readying myself for what I anticipated.
When he reached my chest, my back arched on its own as his mouth closed over my exposed nipple, his hot tongue circling around the tight bud, arousal rushing through me. While I lay there, my body igniting, perspiration breaking out all over me, the straps of my bra made their way down my arms. I did everything I could to get it off as fast as possible, with Quinn relieving me of it and tossing it away. Before I knew it, both of us were naked, shorts stripped off and jeans shucked onto the floor, our naked bodies entwined on the bed.
Quinn’s eyes were all over me, the hunger there making me feel desired more than ever. Without breaking his gaze, he put his hands on me. I was bare for him, giving him access to my breasts without restrictions. He laved my nipples, showing equal attention, caressing, pushing my tits together. He pinched the rosy tips until I cried out, my head falling back.
He moved down and kissed my stomach, and further until he reached my navel. His breath wafted across my skin, prickles breaking out, and his shoulders shook with a silent chuckle.
“Perfect,” he whispered between kisses.
My moans were louder than before, the pulsating between my thighs increasing with every passing second. I had to release the tension, the building pressure so intense I was so close to bursting, and he hadn’t touched there yet.
Yet.
God, I wanted him to, my hips moved to entice him, I couldn’t help it; it was an automatic reaction to Quinn’s hands all over my body.
His large palm brushed over my stomach, stopping above my pelvis. He lifted his head and worked back up my body, my breasts, my chest, my neck, my mouth, kissing me long and hard, tasting me over and over.
My hands were on him, his shoulders, chest, abs, in his hair… but the second I felt a hard length pressing against me, my nails dug into his skin. I wanted it.
My heart was racing, my pulse pounding hard, and my erratic breathing shook with every beat that thundered inside of me.
Quinn growled against my mouth, his grip on me tightening, his fingers digging into my hip as though he was trying to compose himself. I slipped my hands to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Quinn moved, pushing himself to hover over me, his elbows either side, holding him up. His lips found mine again as he descended down my body again, only to pepper kisses over me while gripping my hips.
I sucked in a sharp breath, willing myself not to climax, to hold back from sliding my hand between my legs to give myself the single touch than I knew would set me off in an instant.
He slowly, lazily, licked his way upward, circling his tongue over my nipple, then the other, kneading them again. His hot lips burned over my neck, gently suckling my skin, sending electricity shooting through my entire body, my thighs tightening around him with a vice grip.
Then one hand left, fingers stroking a tickling path downward.
This is it, oh fuck, this is it. No going back.
Like I wanted to, no, thank you. I held my breath, waiting, quietly demanding his touch. He reached my lower stomach, then further, stroking through my short, neat curls, to my engorged nub.
“Fuck!” I cried when he pressed his finger against it. “Yes!”
“Baby,” he whispered against my throat, then darted his tongue out. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, yes, I do,” I panted.
“How much?”
“Fuck, Quinn, stop torturing me.”
I felt his smile against me, but the next remark I had ready died out the moment he circled his finger around my clit. “Like that?”
“Uh-huh,” I managed, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut.
“I know.”
Quinn’s finger slipped between my folds, gathering the wetness at my entrance and running it back up, teasing me some more, then back down. A hard tip circled my hole, then pushed inside me, taking my breath away, his thick finger stroking over the ridge inside, making my eyes roll back.
I cried out as my head fell back, my body
convulsing with pleasure. I was tipping over the edge, my legs shaking, my heart thrumming so fast I could feel it trying to burst out of my chest. “Quinn,” I squeaked, just as he added another finger, and rubbed my clit with his thumb.
My mouth opened wide, but no sound came out because my lungs had seized up, my chest constricting as a powerful orgasm gripped me and held me in a vice. All I could feel was Quinn’s fingers moving inside me, making me spasm and sparks fly behind my lids while my thighs trembled against his waist.
When he removed his fingers, I sucked in a desperate breath, reaching out to him, pulling him to me and capturing his mouth with mine.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered between kisses. “I don’t expect—”
“I know I don’t have to,” I replied, as he continued brushing his lips over mine. “But I want to. I want you, Quinn.”
He pulled back, his eyes gazing into mine, the tiny sliver of blue with a hint of green in one was almost gone, his large pupils taking up the rest of the space. “You want me, Kinny?”
“God, yes,” I moaned, reaching between us. My fingers reached his cock, scorching and solid, and I wrapped my fingers around him. My eyes bugged, snapping to his. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I gasped.
He smirked, but it dropped from his face when I began massaging him, moving up and down. “I won’t make it inside you if you keep doing that,” he groaned, closing his eyes. I ran my thumb over the tip, capturing the drop of moisture and rubbing all over. “I am so fucking close to busting right now.” The muscles in his jaw tensed, his teeth clenching, and a feral sound coming from within.
I guided him to my opening, the large tip breaching the entrance, and he pushed forward, entering me just a little.
Quinn’s eyes opened, and he looked down at me again, staring, gazing, something in there I hadn’t seen before but didn’t recognize. His head slowly dipped, and he gently pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was so soft, his mouth moving over mine, reminding me of the first kiss at the beach, in his arms, wrapped in his hoodie, his warmth surrounding me.
The memory faded when Quinn eased inside of me, carefully, every long, thick inch of him joining him to me until he paused. “Keep going,” I urged, sliding my hands down to his hips, then further, gripping his ass, the orbs tense and defined. I held my breath as he stretched me, the sting and pinch as he passed my thin barrier, making me wince.
