by CA Quigg
“You were a jerk and an asshole.” Quinn turned back toward the window. “But I’m as much to blame. I should’ve told you everything about Brady and I should’ve talked to you before I said anything to Lily. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know what’s happening here either. Maybe this castle has some sort of voodoo Christmas love power. And I-I guess I might… be falling in love with you. But you live in New York, and my home is here. A long distance relationship isn’t going to be easy.”
He walked toward her and rested his hands on the swell of her hips. The way her body shivered in response stopped his breath for a moment and told him everything he needed to know. Quinn was his future.
He swallowed hard. “I can move here for a few months.”
She slowly turned to face him. “You’d do that?”
“I’d do anything to give us a fighting chance.”
The sadness lifted from her face and was replaced by a quizzical smile. “What made you come back? And don’t tell me it was to give Lily away.”
Ronan reached into his jacket pocket and took out his phone. “This did.” He pressed play on the video. It showed Quinn in the middle of the foyer with her hands gripping a microphone as she shout-sang, “I will always love you, Ronan Donovan, even though you’re a douche canoe.”
When the video ended, splotches of red colored her cheeks and chest, and she hid her face in her hands. “Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Delete immediately.”
“No chance.” Ronan chuckled and slid the phone back into his pocket. “This is what I’m going to show our grandkids. I’ll tell them it was the moment their grandma admitted she was falling for their granddad. You can explain to them what a douche canoe is.”
He pried Quinn’s hands from her face and tipped her head up until their lips were less than a centimeter apart. He closed the distance between them and pressed his mouth to hers.
No more lies. No more pretending. Only truth.
****
Quinn ran her hands down his chest, marveling at how much she missed touching him. All thoughts of anything other than being here with him evaporated, and she placed her hand on top of his thundering heart. He loved her. He wanted to be with her. There were no more secrets between them. Everything would be okay. They would be okay. More than okay.
Ronan walked her backward until her bottom rested on the edge of an antique desk.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Making up for lost time.”
“I like how you’re making up for lost time.” She unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket, then ran her hands lower and pulled his crisp, white shirt from the waistband of his trousers. She dragged her nails over his abdomen until he hissed. She was already turned on beyond recognition, and once again, the power her touch had over him exhilarated her.
“Clothes off,” she commanded and grazed her teeth over his lower lip.
“Uh, uh.” He sounded gruff. “Time for that later.”
Ignoring him, she tugged open his bow tie and reached for the buttons on his shirt, but before she even got to the second one, Ronan restrained her hands against the desk and pressed himself against her.
“Later.”
Quinn wiggled her hands free and skimmed her knuckles along the crotch of his trousers. “I’ll hold you to that.”
His hands explored the exposed skin on her shoulders. Teasing fingers swept over her chest and pushed down the bodice of her dress. The coarse edge of his thumbs grazed her nipples, sending rushes of blood to her clit.
His lips left her mouth to find her breasts, where he licked slow, tightening circles around one of her already puckered nipples. This wasn’t the time to be slow. Was he trying to drive her insane again? She wanted rough, hard, fast. To feel how much he missed her. How much he wanted her. She wanted him desperate, hard, and panting. Arching her back, she pushed her nipple deep into his mouth, and he released it with a pop.
Her breath whooshed out. “I might die.”
“I think I already have.” He took the tip of her breast back into his mouth.
When he moved his attention to her other breast, her head lolled back. This time, he wasn’t slow or deliberate. He sucked hard, trapping her nipple in his mouth, tormenting her with the flat of his tongue. Her body hummed beneath him, and even though he’d hardly touched her, she was already close to coming.
“More.”
With his mouth still fastened over her nipple, he pushed up the layers of her dress. And when her legs fell open, he stepped inside so her thighs framed his. His fabric-encased cock pressed against her damp underwear, and if he didn’t touch her soon, she really might lose her mind.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Miss me much?”
“Not that much.”
“I think you’re lying.”
“I’d never lie to you. I learned my lesson, remember.”
“Liar.”
He lifted her legs by the ankles and curled them around his waist. He eased her shoulders back until she lay on the desk. His fingertips stroked along the tops of her stockings and slid over the lacy hem of her panties.
Quinn gripped the edge of the desk, writhing and grinding against the heel of his palm. Molten fire licked low in her belly, ready to engulf her.
“Is this what you want?” His dilated eyes shone, and his chest rose and fell quickly.
“Not one bit.”
“Are you sure?”
She gasped. “Very sure.”
“So you don’t want this either?” He nudged the material of her underwear out of his way and slipped two fingers beneath the fabric, his eyes not leaving hers.
“Don’t want it.” She wanted to stay locked in this room with him forever. To lie down in front of the Christmas tree and have steamy, body-clenching sex all day, but they had a wedding to go to. Slow could come later.
“If you don’t fuck me and do it fast, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Thought you couldn’t tell me what you wanted.”
“I’ve changed.”
Ronan laughed and touched his fingers to her clit, making her soar. She wanted more and brought her hands to her breasts where she teased, pinched, and pulled her nipples. A savage groan came from deep within Ronan. His mouth mashed against hers, and pressure coiled inside of her and frenzied lust took control.
“Use… fingers,” she panted against his lips, “inside.”
”Inside?”
“Inside.”
His thumb tapped her clit, and he slid two fingers into her. Her heart hammered, and her hips moved against his touch. Ronan pumped his fingers hard and fast, with her head thrown back. Quinn braced her elbows against the desk. The plunging rhythm increased, and the urgency within her intensified. The sensations in her stomach grew sweeter, tighter until she cried out, and a heart-pounding orgasm claimed her.
“Sssh, sweetheart. Keep it all inside.”
Every cell in her body seized up at once, and her breath grew rougher, faster. Spasms took control. Her inner muscles clenched over his fingers, never wanting to let go. Quinn bit her lower lip and sobbed, and even after her orgasm crested and waned, he continued to move his fingers.
“Ride it out,” he growled. “Give me everything.”
Tremors quaked through her, and after a few relentless minutes, Quinn collapsed onto the desk, and her heart stuttered and stopped before lurching back to life.
“I think I’m dead. Am I dead?”
“I’m glad to say, you’re very much alive.”
A hammering at the door broke them apart. Quinn gasped and laughed while Ronan stood and slipped his fingers from her with a smile.
“Hey, Capulet and Montague. Get your angst-ridden butts out here,” Lily yelled. “Time to eat, drink, and be merry.”
“So am I forgiven?” Ronan asked as Quinn rearranged her dress.
She sat up and grinned. “Maybe.”
“Only maybe?” R
onan groaned and leaned his forehead against hers. “You do know it’s all I can do not to throw you over my shoulder and take you to my cave?”
“Spoken like a true Neanderthal. Think you can wait until later?” She nodded toward his erection.
“Like hell. We’re sneaking away during the speeches.”
“Have I ever told you I like the way you think?”
“I don’t think you have.”
“Then I like the way you think.”
The wedding festivities went into the wee hours, and Quinn and Ronan rang in Christmas Day with a kiss under the mistletoe.
“Here’s to a very merry Christmas and a sexy New Year,” Ronan said, his words punctuated with kisses.
“I do like the sound of a sexy New Year.” Quinn nibbled his neck and then rested her head against his chest. She lost herself in the steady beat of his heart. “Tell me more.”
“It involves no clothes, a roaring fire, and not a lot of sleep.”
“I guess I can make myself available.” Quinn wrapped her arms around Ronan’s neck and buried her cheek against his broad shoulder.
Fate had thrown them together, and she was never letting go.
Ever.
The End
About Callie Quigg
Callie Quigg first discovered romance stories in her teens and then proceeded to devour every book she could get her hands on. As a result, she spent many years dreaming about billionaires, movie stars, and aristocrats whisking her away to exotic lands. Sadly, those dreams didn’t come true. But she’s happy to say her very own handsome hero showed up eighteen years ago and swept her off her feet.
When not writing steamy stories about sassy heroines finding Mr. Right, she can be found watching trashy TV, drinking cheap bottles of wine, and eating copious amounts of British chocolate.
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Acknowledgments
For the past few years, Twist of Fate has languished in the depths of my laptop. Thanks to Lily Vega’s never-ending faith and encouragement, I decided to put Quinn and Ronan out of their misery and give them the happily ever after they deserved. Everyone needs someone like Lily in their lives. Lily, you’ll never know how grateful I am to Savvy Authors for putting us together all those years ago. Without you, my stories would stay locked away forever.
Juliana Conners and Piper Phoenix, you ladies rock!
Finally, thank you to you for taking the time to read Twist of Fate. I’m humbled beyond words. I hope Quinn and Ronan's story warms your heart and makes you smile. xxx
Books by CA Quigg
Deceived: A Bad Boy Royal Romance
Discovered: The Billionaire and the Virgin
Sold on Spring Break
