Intimate Persuasions

by Nicole Morgan

  Ann’s eyes widened at that. “Holidays? My God, you guys spent the holidays together?”

  Derek laughed, realizing his mistake. “Oops. Yeah, probably should have told you that part. Our moms were sisters.”

  Ann’s mouth dropped open. “No way!”

  He laughed some more. “Way. Anyhow, the Roadhouse was the business my Aunt Connie and dad had started, so it went to Quinn. He never did much with my mom. So when I got out of the military because of…well, it doesn’t matter. But when I got out, we decided to start this little venture. Going on five years now.”

  “Five years. How old are you?” Ann instantly knew what she’d said. “And that was incredibly rude. Sorry.”

  “No. It’s fine. I’m thirty. Quinn’s twenty-seven.”

  She nodded, hating that she had had sex with Quinn four times in the past twenty four hours and had no idea how old he was.

  “Listen, why don’t you get out of here? I just need to lock up and I’ll be leaving, too. Oh shoot, now that was rude. I’m sorry. Wait here. Let me get the keys and I’ll walk you out.”

  “Thanks,” she said and meant it. She couldn’t remember the last time she was around a man that actually put her safety ahead of whatever was going on with him at the time.

  Derek came back with the keys and he set the alarm before they exited the restaurant. They said their good nights and she headed for her hotel. She wanted to take a hot bath and relax her aching feet. And maybe, she hoped, if she was a good little girl, Quinn would come and surprise her later. She hadn’t talked to him since earlier that day so they hadn’t made any plans. But a girl could hope, couldn’t she?

  Chapter Four

  Ann woke up and stretched like a contented cat. She was a little sore, but she didn’t really care though. It had been worth it. Quinn brought melted chocolate, strawberries and whipped cream for them to share in bed. “It’s our one week anniversary,” he told her. She couldn’t help but giggle, they had only met one week ago and they were pretty much inseparable. She rolled over and gently played with Quinn’s chest hair. Resisting the urge to nibble on him, she gave him a small kiss instead.

  Quinn stirred, squinting against the light. “Oh,” he groaned. “Is it morning already?”

  “Yep. Are you gonna sleep all day?”

  “Just fifteen more minutes.” He rolled over.

  She couldn’t resist the urge to toy with him. “All right, it’s just that I was thinking, you, me, the shower. Whatever though, it’s no biggie.”

  Quinn rolled back over. Opening just one eye he looked at her and grinned. “What’d you have in mind?”

  Ann smiled at him. “Use your imagination big boy.” And she strode into the bathroom.

  She knew Quinn was no fool. There was no way he was going to pass up her little invitation. He got out of bed and got into the shower right behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her against his chest. His cock brushed against her ass, effectively waking him up for duty.

  Ann pulled her arms up and over her head to reach for him behind her. The sensation of him rubbing his hardness against her rear was strange. Actually, not just strange, it was driving her crazy. She didn’t know why. Sure she had heard of some women letting their men do things to them there. Surely she wasn’t one of those sex crazed women. It’s not like she would ever do something like that. Right?

  “Damn, you’re so sexy Ann.” Quinn was kissing the side of her neck and grinding himself against her backside. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  Was he talking? She wasn’t sure, because she was distracted. She was absolutely and one hundred percent on fire for him. No matter how many times they were together she was always surprised at how much he drove her desire to new extremes. “Quinn, oh…Quinn. You feel so good.” She moaned to him.

  Quinn was rubbing her clit, massaging her into orgasm. She loved how he was able to make her come so easily. She wished she could share everything with him. He was so amazing. They fit so well together. In more ways than one, and when he was deep inside of her, oh God, it was freaking incredible.

  “Do you know what I want to do to you?” He asked her.

  She whimpered, but didn’t answer him. She was simply too lost in his touch.

  “I want to bend you over honey. Jesus, I can’t get over how amazing you are.” He was losing control as she writhed against him. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

  Ann stilled. “What?” She whispered.

  He stopped and hesitated before asking, “Have you ever done it before?” He knew from their previous talks that she’d only ever been with two other men.

  “Which way? I mean, you said from behind, but how do you mean?”

  He nodded in acknowledgment, apparently understanding her apprehension. “Not that babe. I still want to be inside your sweet, tight pussy. I just want to do it from behind. That’s all.”

  Relief washed over her. No matter how much she might feel a little twinge of excitement at the idea of the other way, she didn’t think she could ever actually go through with it. “Oh. Well, no I’ve never done it that way before.”

  He seemed surprised by her admission. Was that sort of thing normal? Her inexperience left her with little or no basis for comparison when it came to men.

  When she didn’t answer right away he asked again. “Well? What do you think? Will you let me?”

  She wanted to, but would it hurt? He was already so big. “How would it feel?” She asked him nervously.

  He eased her anxiety, by kissing the side of her neck. “It will feel good, I promise. I’ll make sure you feel good honey.” He rubbed himself in the seam of her ass again, his hardness swelling even more than before. “Let me, baby. Please.”

  Like she could really say no to him. He was an amazing lover. So if he said it would feel good, she knew he wasn’t lying. She didn’t answer him, she just leaned over and held onto the edge of the tub for support.

  Quinn stood there staring at her new position. She was bent clear over with her legs slightly parted. Her ass was stuck up in the air in invitation for him to take her. He gently massaged the soft globes of her cheeks and bit back a curse when he caught sight of her tight little hole.

  The curiosity of what he must be thinking made her even hotter. It was a good thing she had no idea what she really wanted him to do to her. Sure, she wanted him to be inside of her. That was the truth. But the idea of him taking her in her most intimate tiny opening, oh the thought of it alone was enough to send her over the edge.

  Unsure of herself and very aware of the vulnerable position she was in, Ann turned her head slightly, “Quinn? Is this right? Should I be like this?”

  “Yeah, honey. Just like that.” He placed a gentle kiss to the small of her back. “God you’re beautiful, Annie.”

  Annie? He had never called her Annie before. Ooh, what was he doing with his tongue? And, oh my, is that? “Oh Quinn.”

  Quinn ran his finger along the seam of her ass and just barely pressed the tip against her tiny hole. “Do you like that honey? Does it feel good?”

  Yes. No. I mean, yes. “Quinn…what are you doing?”

  She wasn’t ready for this. He knew it. And no way was he going to mess up what they had going by pushing her too far. “Sorry, baby. I couldn’t resist. I’ll stop.”

  No. It felt good! Silently, she thanked herself for not saying that aloud. What was wrong with her? How could she be…oh yes. He slid inside of her while she had been waging her private battle.

  Quinn was lost to her. Not just the sex. Lord knew that was amazing. But every time he was with her, bringing their bodies together, he always felt this tight feeling in his chest. It hurt, but at the same time left him feeling so warm inside. What was happening to him? Was it merely because she was sensual enough to take all of him, or was it the woman herself? He had to know, but at the same time, he didn’t care. Because when it came right down to it, it wouldn’t change anything. He would still have to have her.
He would still miss her whenever she wasn’t around.

  Quinn reached around and palmed her full, round breasts. They felt so good in his hands, overfilling them. As the water continued to beat down on their bodies, he rhythmically slid in and out of her as he listened to her gasp with each and every thrust. He knew she was close. Only one week ago they had started their little affair, and he already knew everything about her body. How it responded, what it liked.

  He looked down at her from the position he was in. Well, he didn’t know everything he realized. He didn’t know what it was like to take her in the place that was driving him wild. In the tiny puckered whole that centered her round ass. She always felt so tight around him anyway. But the idea of how tight she would be there. Oh Jesus. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He began to vigorously thrust in and out of her, relishing in her moans of pleasure with every hard slam against the deepest part of her body. Quinn reached down and fingered her clit. She was closer than he thought. Because two little swipes with his finger she lost it. He slammed into her once more and went with her, basking in the feeling of the walls of her pussy convulsing around his cock. Heaven. That was the only way to describe what making love to her was. Heaven. Wait. What? Did he just think about ‘making love’? Oh hell, he was freaking falling in love with her. He never wanted to settle down with one woman. And here he was falling in love with someone after only one week. He should really be more upset about this, shouldn’t he?

  Leaning over her, waiting for the rolling waves of pleasure to subside, he thought about his epiphany. He loved her? What would that mean? He smiled. It would mean many more happy times, just like this one, he thought. Loving Ann, Annie. Yeah, not such a bad thing. He could definitely get used to this.

  “Quinn. That was amazing!” Ann said breathlessly over her shoulder. “You are lucky we had that talk yesterday.”

  He eased out of her and turned her around. “Oh shoot, honey. I’m sorry. I got carried away.” He had forgotten to put a condom on. Just yesterday they had toyed with the idea of trying it without one. She told him that she was healthy, and he knew that he was. That in combination with the fact that she was on birth control had made them consider it. Apparently, he had decided to make the decision without her. Because without even asking her, he had come inside of her without a condom on. “Are you mad at me?”

  She smiled at him. “I suppose I should be. But I’m not. We talked about it. And I…well I know it’s only been a week, but I feel like I can trust you.”

  She would have no idea how it made him feel to hear her say that. “You can trust me, Annie.” He kissed her, passionately.

  She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Annie? You said that a few minutes ago. You’ve never called me that before.”

  Quinn framed her small face with his large hands. “I like calling you Annie. I like everything about you.” Okay, so maybe he hadn’t said love, but he wanted to make sure she knew just how important she was to him.

  Ann blushed. “Quinn, you’re embarss—oh! That’s cold.” She jumped out of the shower with Quinn following.

  They were both drying off quickly, while laughing. “So much for a shower, huh?” He told her.

  Shivering she said, “It’s this damn hotel. You can’t get more than ten minutes of hot water. It’s ridiculous.” Wrapping a towel around herself she walked over to him and put her arms around him. “Warm me up.”

  Quinn obliged her and pulled her close. “Maybe you shouldn’t stay here anymore.”

  She laughed. “Seeing as how it’s the only hotel in Oakdale, where do you propose I stay?”

  “My place.” It was a simple statement. With giant ramifications. Where in the hell had that come from? But if he was to be completely honest with himself, it didn’t sound like such a bad idea. It would be like that MTV slogan. All music, all the time. Only this would be all Ann, all the time. He grinned at his own little joke. But then he realized that she hadn’t answered him yet. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

  Ann swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. Had he just said what she thought he did? “Do you mean, like live with you?” As soon as she said it, she wished she hadn’t. Of course he hadn’t meant that. They’d only known each other a week. It’s not like they were in love or anything. At least she didn’t think so. Sure, she was ridiculously happy whenever he was around. And making love to him was—woah, wait a minute. Making love? They started out with just an urgent need to fuck each other senseless. Why would she now be thinking of making love? Oh crap! She was falling in love with him. Which of course meant that he would soon turn into a loser. Just like Larry and Brett. Great! And she was having such a good time too.

  “Hello in there. Where’d you go?” He asked because of her faraway look.

  “Sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. What did you have in mind?” Play it cool. Don’t let on that you have feelings for him. That’s when they start to change and stop appreciating you.

  “Actually you had it right. Live with me. Move in with me.” He was dead serious and none too happy when she started to laugh.

  The intent way he was staring at her was making her nervous. She had to do something to break up the heaviness of the mood. So she started to giggle, as though he actually was joking. Although she was all too aware from the look on his face that he didn’t find it funny at all. “I’m sorry Quinn. Were you being sincere?”

  If she had smacked him clear across the face he didn’t think it would hurt as much as her humorous outlook on something that was so important to him. “Yeah, I was. But nevermind. I get it.” He stormed out of the room in all of his naked glory.

  Oh no, her nervous reaction had caused her to act stupid, which now has only made him angry. She ran in after him. “Quinn, I’m sorry. I seriously thought you were joking around.”

  “Clearly.” He pulled his pants up, forgetting about his briefs and sat in the chair to pull his boots on.

  He was leaving. It wasn’t that he was just leaving, but that he was leaving angry. Never a good combination in a man. Or a woman for that matter. “Quinn, please don’t go. I’m sorry.”

  How could she tell him that she had laughed out of fear? If he knew how she really felt, she would surely lose him. Whether it was to other women, or lack of respect, it would happen anyway. It was inevitable. It had happened with both of her previous boyfriends. And if it happened with two others, than surely it would happen with—wait. Suddenly she remembered an old expression. Something about the third time being the charm. Could it be true? She better decide quickly, because he had just pulled on his t-shirt and was heading for the door.

  “Quinn, stop! I panicked okay. It’s because I was scared, can you try and understand that?” There she’d said it.

  Quinn stopped in his tracks. He was standing in the doorway, ready to walk out when he heard her. He turned to face her. “Scared about what?”

  Ann rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling while expelling a huge breath. She looked back at him and went to sit on the edge of the bed.

  Quinn watched her. She looked torn up about something. He closed the door and went to sit next to her. He wished she didn’t look so damn sexy in that towel. Because he was still a little mad at her. And it was really hard to stay mad at someone when you wanted to ravish them. “What’s wrong? Did I push too far too soon?”

  Ann looked at him and laughed. “I’m sorry. I never realized how silly I get when I get nervous.”

  Quinn couldn’t help himself. He pulled her to sit in his lap and held her. “Did I make you nervous when I asked you to move in with me?”

  She nodded. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to screw this up.” Looking up at him she said, “I really like you.”

  This time Quinn laughed. “Well, I should hope so. We have sex every day.” He laughed harder but was forced to calm himself. She looked so serious.

  “No. I mean I really like you.” She shrugged. “And I have a history of screwing up a relationship ever
y time I really start to like someone.”

  He didn’t like that. He didn’t want her comparing him to her past boyfriends. He took his forefinger and thumb and brought her chin up so that she would be forced to look at him. “Ann, how could you screw anything up? You’re amazing.”

  She placed a hand to his cheek. “Quinn, that’s sweet of you to say. But I really don’t want you to regret anything with me. I don’t want you to rush into something and then wish you could take it back.”

  “Geez, Ann. You’re overanalyzing this. I like you and you like me. We have amazing, mind-blowing sex, so just move in with me. If it doesn’t work out then you can come back here, no hard feelings. But before you dismiss it entirely, why don’t you give it a chance?”

  God, she wanted to. The idea of going to bed with him every night and waking up to him every morning was fantastic. Well, they already did that now, but then he always had to go home. To live under the same roof would definitely be different. Should she? Could she?

  “Come on, what do you say?”

  She stared at him. He was so handsome. And she absolutely loved being around him. Oh, what should she do?

  “Annie, please.” His whispered plea came out more desperate than he had intended it to. But he couldn’t help it. Suddenly the idea of her living with him was of the utmost importance. Almost as if he couldn’t be truly happy unless she was there with him.

  “Are you sure? Because if you’re not, we can just forget you ever mentioned it.”

  He shook his head at her. “Do you like being around me, other than the obvious times?”

  “Of course I do. I love being around you.” Careful with your word choice there girl. You don’t want him to go running for the hills.

  “Then say you’ll move in with me. Come on, what do you have to lose?”

  You. She kept the answer to herself. But she answered him anyway. “Okay, I’ll move in with you. Just promise me that if you start to get sick of me you’ll tell me.”

  Quinn raised his eyebrows at her. “Get sick of you? Annie, I’m hard for you again already.” He kissed her and laughed. “Right. Get sick of you. As if.”