by LK Collins
I pull out of Quinn’s mouth, gripping my shaft at the base, in hopes I can stop it. “Yup, we’ll be right there,” she says back, and it’s a lost cause. Cum shoots right onto her face. I jerk myself, relishing in the release. Quinn opens her mouth for me and lets me come on her tongue, licking up every bit she can.
“God, she has the worst timing,” I tell her, aggravated, as I squeeze out every last drop.
“You think?”
“Clearly! I’m not done yet, Quinn. I still want to fuck you.”
“I guess it’ll have to wait then.” She slides out from underneath me and digs through her suitcase. Her ass is bent over, and my needy cock tempts me. Pulling down her pants, I spread her pussy and slide right into her.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out as I fill her, but she doesn’t stop me. I hold her ass cheeks—they both fit so comfortably in the palms of my hands—as I begin to move, in nice, long, slow thrusts.
She reaches for the dresser in front of her and holds on to it. Her reflection stares back at me in the mirror; she still has a little cum on her face, and it’s completely hot. Her eyes are so gorgeous and wanting. “Take your shirt off,” I order her and right away she listens, moaning into the side of her arm to keep quiet.
“Can I go faster?” I ask her, needing more. With Quinn, I always need more.
She nods and I pick up my pace a little more each time until I reach the point where my balls are slapping her clit. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and she holds on, letting me give it to her harder than I ever have. And at this moment, I don’t want this to end at the end of the week. I don’t want to stop what we’ve started. I just want to have her and be with her and fuck her, whenever I want, with no rules.
Chapter 13
Quinn
As the snowflakes swirl around us, the heat of the hot springs has our bodies blazing. It is amazing how something so natural and from the earth can not be affected by the elements above. The air is freezing, but the water is a consistent one hundred and two degrees year round.
I can’t stop looking up at the twinkling stars, so bright at this elevation, and even more illuminated through the sheet of whiteness coming down from the sky.
Everyone is blitzed out of their minds, yelling and talking way louder than needed. But thankfully it’s just us here right now, probably because it’s so cold out.
I have a good buzz on and am totally content in this moment with Merritt’s arm behind me. I never imagined, being so skittish about men because of my past, that I’d be anywhere near ready to let a man close to me, even for sex, let alone this kind of intimacy. But I have, and with Merritt, I like it.
The entire group undoubtedly caught on to us hooking up when he held my hand to help me into the water, but no one said a thing, like it’s normal.
“No, Merritt said he was taking us snowmobiling tomorrow,” Ari shouts, and I glance up at him with a smile.
What a sweet gesture.
“I am,” he tells everyone.
“Did you get it booked?” Ari asks.
“Absolutely, we need to leave at about ten.”
As everyone goes back to their conversations, Merritt whispers into my ear, “I didn’t book it yet. I got a little preoccupied with your mouth and that sweet pussy of yours.”
My cheeks blush like a schoolgirl’s, and I look at him, turned on again.
He takes his hand and slides it inside my bikini, rubbing my clit with his fingers. My body heats from the friction and the steam of the water. “Not here,” I tell him.
He pouts, sticking his bottom lip out, and I kiss it. The group must be watching us ‘cause they all whistle and cheer. I smile and lean my head back a little embarrassed. “Don’t stop!” Ari yells.
Merritt lifts my chin, bringing my eyes up to his and kisses me again as he pulls me onto his lap. With my fingers laced behind the back of his head, I stay up to my neck in the water and zone everyone else out focusing only on Merritt. On the movements of his tongue and the way his hands on my body make me want to do things I’ve never dreamed of doing. Like letting a man sit me down on a couch as he fucked my mouth and then came on my face, the way he did earlier.
I’m not saying I’m a prude. But when it comes to sex, my experience has been very vanilla. A little foreplay, then your typical positions. Nothing rough or out of the ordinary. I mean, just the way he bent me over tonight and fucked me so hard until I came was unreal.
He slows the kiss, our foreheads resting against one another as he says, “Come on, let’s go, or I’m gonna end up fucking you right here.”
***
My heart is throbbing as Merritt kicks the bedroom door closed, a feeling I’m familiar with, and I begin to worry that this won’t stop at the end of the week. But it has to. I’m not ready for another relationship. Merritt is great; he really is, but…it can only be about the sex for both of our sakes, and I’m starting to feel more for him when I shouldn’t be.
He sets my wet body down in the bathroom as he turns the shower on, and I blurt out, “Promise me at the end of the week this will end?”
He looks back, caught off guard and a little confused, and responds, “Yeah, why would you think it wouldn’t?” I look around the bathroom, searching within myself for the words to say to him, and he cups my face. “What’s the matter, Quinn?”
“Nothing, just promise me that at the end of the week, this will end.”
“You know it will. We live in two different states and lead crazy busy lives.”
I nod registering his words. “We good?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now don’t ruin this moment. Remember what you said when I met you?” I shake my head, only able to remember him walking in on me shirtless and the feeling of sheer shock that a stranger saw me half-naked. “You told me, ‘This vacation is about unwinding and letting go.’ Now that’s what you need to do. Give in to what your body wants and stop worrying about the rest, okay?”
I nod as he takes both of his hands and cups my cheeks, studying my lips before he leans into them and kisses me. The gesture is so tender and sweet that I melt into him, letting all my fears of betrayal and hurt wash away.
This won’t go past this week; it won’t.
Slowly, he takes one of his hands and slides it down my body, untying my swimming suit at every point where it’s knotted. As it falls from my cold skin, I stand naked, and he removes his shorts joining me, his cock bobbing as it springs free.
Then he steps into the shower, and I gladly follow. His dark brown eyes glimmer in the low light of the bathroom and I try to listen to his words. Letting go of all the shit that has happened to me, that’s made me so guarded. This is just a week of sex, and that’s it.
The warm water pelts my skin as Merritt takes each of my breasts into his hands and licks the nipple of one and then the other. I knot my fingers into his hair and reach for his cock with my other hand, gripping him hard around the base of his shaft. He groans from my touch and as I begin to jerk my hand, pleasing him, he pulls my body towards his and then slides inside of me.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
“Let me hear you,” he commands, and I moan into his ear, making sure that I keep my noises under control, so the rest of the house doesn’t hear as they were obviously interested in what we were doing. As we stand fucking, his big cock rubbing me right where I like, I focus only on the pleasure, because that is what this is all about.
Chapter 14
Merritt
With Quinn’s hands wrapped tightly around my waist, we fly through the forest, leading the group back to the lodge from our snowmobiling trip.
It’s been such a fun day, lots of laughs and good times. I somehow was able to find a place to book us last minute, and I’m glad I did because it’s been the most fun we’ve had.
With the lodge in sight, I pull the throttle all the way back, knowing whoever makes it there first wins. But behind us, I hear some ruckus. Releasing my grip, I glance back and spot Ar
i flying through the air.
Oh, fuck!
Immediately, I hit the brakes, and we skid to a stop. He’s lying on his back, heaving for air. I can hear it from fifty feet away, and I panic, not knowing what to do. None of us have cell phones, then Quinn, thinking quickly, says, “I’ll run to the lodge.” As fast as I can, I go to my friend’s side as he lies on the snow, gasping, his face strained…he can’t breathe.
“Shit, man, are you all right?”
He’s wincing; his eyes tightly closed as he rolls back and forth in pain. Willow runs over to us, followed by the rest of the group and she’s freaking out. “Oh my God! Are you okay?”
He doesn’t respond to either of us, and I feel fucking terrible that my dumb idea did this to him. “Just hang on. Quinn went to get help.”
His breathing sounds horrific, his face keeps getting redder and redder, and I shake my head wanting to help him, but not knowing how to. “Calm down, Ari,” Willow says to him, and he snaps at her. “It fucking hurts!”
Dammit, I’m so fucking pissed that I came up with this stupid ass idea.
Quinn comes back over to us with a few guys from the rental shop, and as they kneel around him, we all back away. “Thank you,” I tell her.
“Of course, is he okay?”
“I’m not sure.”
She wraps her hand around mine, squeezing my fingers tightly. Her warmth comforting me in this fucked up moment. As I stand holding her back…we just watch.
An ambulance pulls up at the lodge, and a few paramedics rush over to us. One of them is carrying a body board.
I hate seeing my best friend in pain. It makes me sick. This is my fault. The tall trees spin and snow whips through the air as I stand completely frozen.
Ari and I might fight like brothers, but that is because we are brothers. Maybe not through blood, but he is my best friend. My gut tightens in fear watching him get strapped up to the board and then get carried away.
Willow is close behind, and we all follow them. Finally, I ask before the ambulance doors close, “Is he going to be okay?”
“He will be. It looks like he has a collapsed lung from the impact of the crash. We need to get him to the hospital quickly.”
Willow looks at me from the back of the ambulance, and I could punch something, so pissed this happened. Then they are gone. “Come on.” Quinn tugs my hand, pulling me towards the car and in a daze, I get inside.
“He’s going to be okay,” she tells me.
I nod, listening to her words, trying to believe them as Ted drives us away.
***
After what seems like hours of waiting for an update, Willow finally walks out. Quinn’s hand is still wrapped around mine, and I don’t dare let it go. The comfort of holding on to her has made me not lose my mind while we’ve been waiting.
“How is he?”
“He has a couple cracked ribs, one that punctured his lung and was making it hard for him to breathe, but he’s going to be okay.”
Thank God.
“Can we see him?” I ask.
“He’s resting, they have him on a ton of drugs. He said for us all to go home and get drunk, for him.”
“That sounds like him,” Ted says, and Quinn kisses my cheek as I let out a breath of air that I feel like I’ve been holding on to all day.
“Merritt?” Willow says, as we all stand and prepare to leave.
“He said to tell you he’ll pay for the snowmobile.”
“No, fuck that. I don’t care about the money. I shouldn’t have booked the trip to begin with.”
She smiles and says, “Don’t think like that. We had fun.”
“Yeah, but look at Ari.”
“He’ll be fine, and you didn’t make him crash, he did. He’s reckless, and we both know it. It’s how he lives.”
“Thanks for saying that,” I tell her.
“It’s the truth.” She gives Ted a hug and kiss.
“Do you want me to stay?” I ask her, “I don’t mind at all.”
“No, you go back to the house and relax.”
“No, you go. Let me stay.”
“Are you sure?” she asks me.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Okay, he’d probably rather you be here anyway. He should be released in the morning, so I’ll be back early. Thank you, Merritt.”
“Absolutely.”
Still holding on to Quinn’s hand, I look down at our fingers and bring them to my lips as her blue eyes look deep into me. “Go get some rest, sexy.” She blinks a few times before offering, “I can stay with you.”
I smirk. “Look at you; Miss This-Can-Only-Last-A-Week doesn’t want to be away from me.” She pulls her hand away, and I kiss her cheek, then whisper into her ear, “If you stayed, I’d have to fuck you, and I don’t think Ari would appreciate that. He’d want to join in, and I’m not about to share you.”
She nods with a smile, and I breathe her scent in one final time and then realize that everyone is watching us. “Bye.”
“Goodbye,” she says back, licking her bottom lip knowing just what that does to me.
“He’s in room 110,” Willow gives me a hug and then they are all gone. My eyes are on Quinn for as long as I can see her, and then I shake my head. Just a week, I remind myself…that’s it.
Walking to find Ari, I follow the signs to the rooms from 100-119. As I stand in his doorway, he is asleep, and as quietly as I can, I step inside.
He looks up at me right away, his eyes glossy and tired. “What’s up, man?”
“Not much. How you feeling, Spiderman?”
He chuckles. “Sore as fuck, but the medicine is hella good, and my nurse is fuckin’ smoking.”
“You gonna hit that shit?” I tease him
“I wish. I can barely breathe. Where’s Quinn, she let you off your leash?”
I give him the middle finger. “You know me; no woman’s gonna tie me down.”
“I don’t know; you seem to like that one.”
“She’s cool, sex with her is off the charts, but we already agreed to things being just this week.”
“That’s good, man, you gotta focus on work. It’s not long until you own that company.”
“I can’t wait, Ari. You have no fucking idea.”
His eyes get heavy as I contemplate how those words could never be more true. I can’t wait for the day my dad turns the company over to me. I deserve it, and it can’t come soon enough. I’ve put up with more of his shit than anyone really should, and I’ve sacrificed more than I’d like to admit. But in the end, I’ll have it all.
Chapter 15
Quinn
“Can’t sleep?” Kami asks me, walking downstairs as I gaze at the last of the embers of the fire.
“No. You?”
“Me neither. Jacob is tossing and turning and talking and snoring.” I laugh at the image and tell her, “Grab a glass, come join me.”
She looks at the bottle of wine on the table in front of me. Bringing an empty glass over, she fills hers up and takes a seat next to me on the floor.
“Why are you up?”
I hand her Merritt’s iPad which I used to check my email, and unfortunately there was a new message from my ex. As she reads the email, she grimaces and then sets the iPad down. “Why don’t you block his email?” she questions me.
“I have, and he just keeps creating other bogus new ones.”
“Then change your email. You don’t deserve to be spoken to the way he does.”
“I guess a part of me was hoping that he’d see I blocked him and know how hurt I was and apologize for everything.”
“Quinn, guys like him don’t say they are sorry. They’re one hundred percent assholes, and you need to stay away.”
“I hear ya, Kami.” Her words make sense. But a part of me still misses what we had. It might have been a short-lived romance, but he was really sweet and good to me. Until he wasn’t.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks me.
&
nbsp; Swallowing a large gulp of wine, I tell her, “That I need to pick better guys.”
“Like Merritt?”
I shake my head, but she can see that just by saying his name, I get lost in thoughts of him too. “You like him, don’t you?”
“No, I like sleeping with him, but that’s it.”
“Sure, Quinn.” She clearly doesn’t believe me, but she also doesn’t probe further. Regardless, her comment has my head spinning. Do I like him? Is there more to what I am feeling with him than just sex? Is that what all this is about? It’s not that I want my ex to apologize or for anything with him to work, maybe I want things with Merritt to work. Jesus, this is all so frustrating. Even if there was a way, I couldn’t give in to it—we live so far apart and are both basically married to our careers. Neither of us has time for anything else, especially a relationship; that much is blindingly clear.
“Merritt is a good distraction, I’m having fun on this trip, but it’s nothing serious and won’t last past this week.”
“But, what if it did?”
“It won’t, Kami.” I refill my glass and top hers off. “Enough about me, how are you and Jacob?”
“All right. We’re good; he’s been trying really hard.”
A few months back Kami and Jacob went through a rough patch, she was feeling a total disconnect from him and finally confronted him about it. He blamed it on the stress of work, and I guess made a change. I think Jacob is a good guy and really loves her, he just needed a reality check.
Sometimes we all do.
I got it when my ex broke up with me. It was a clear sign to stay away from men. They aren’t good for anything, except their dicks, which in turn reminds me, I could use Merritt’s right about now.
***
Dammit, I drank too much.
I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, and I can tell it’s going to be brutal. Taking in a deep breath. I stretch and then blink a few times. The image of Merritt startles me. “What the fuck?”
