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“Lance,” she moans, reaching back to grasp the nape of my neck over her shoulder.
And as I fuck her slowly, sensually from behind, teasing her clit with soft circles of my fingers, I gently bite down on her earlobe.
This time she screams my name.
And as her walls clamp down around my rock-hard length, I explode inside her. My hips jerk forward with the intensity of my orgasm, pressing into her depths as she comes at the same time. Burst after burst rushes from me, flooding the condom until it’s dripping out around my emptied balls. And I feel almost lightheaded with the euphoria of coming inside Quinn for the second time tonight.
It’s been a while since I’ve slept with a woman. But I’ve never slept with a woman like Quinn before. And as I hold her closer, spooning her from behind while her pussy milks every last drop of cum from my throbbing cock, I know I’ll never sleep with another woman like her.
She feels so perfect in my arms—just the right fit and so incredibly comfortable. The rose and strawberry scent of her skin is so fresh and inviting. And as she relaxes against me, her body melting into mine, she runs her talented nurse’s fingers through the hair of my forearm, tickling the skin lightly and bringing me dangerously close to a purr.
“Lance?” she murmurs in the peaceful quiet that follows.
“Hmm?” I nuzzle closer to her silken hair, fighting the urge to fall asleep.
“I don’t want this to end.”
“Okay.”
Shifting in my arms, Quinn twists her shoulders and neck so she can look back at me. “Okay, it doesn’t have to?” she presses.
And though I know I should end it before things get completely out of hand, the truth is, I don’t want it to end either. I don’t want this to be the only night I get to hold her in my arms. I want the privilege to continue kissing her. And if I don’t take it, someone else will. Because Quinn is incredible. No doubt there’s a line out the door of men waiting for her to date them. But for some reason, she wants me. And I can’t bring myself to throw away that opportunity. No matter how mad Killian is going to be. No matter how much damage my actions have caused.
“Yes,” I agree.
Quinn squeals, the sound so adorably excited, it’s almost childish. She tips her chin up to kiss me once more, making my softening cock twitch inside her. And she moans appreciatively in response. Then she snuggles back against my chest, getting comfortable once more.
“But we need to talk to Killian,” I state.
Quinn releases a heavy sigh. “I know. But…maybe we should wait. Just a little while. He’s got a lot on his plate right now. And I know he’s worried after what happened to me.”
It’s my turn to sigh, and my shoulders find that familiar weight of finding the right path in murky water. “Okay. But soon,” I insist, because every day I look into Killian’s eyes anddon’ttell him will be another betrayal.
18
QUINN
Kissing Lance has opened the floodgates, and now, I can’t seem to get enough of him. Late at night, in the car before school, even on a few early afternoons when my brother won’t be home—I’m ready to jump his bones every chance I get.
And to my pure, unadulterated delight, Lance seems just as eager to be with me.
After a lifetime of pining for the silent, brooding man on the periphery of my life, I can’t believe he’s mine. And God, I’m loving every minute of it. Thankfully, Killian has made spending time with him easier than ever, because my behemoth of a bodyguard is basically my shadow throughout my everyday life.
He still scowls.
A lot.
Particularly when my guy friends say hi as we’re walking across campus. And I note the way Lance often places a possessive hand on the small of my back—as if he’s silently marking his territory. But I have to admit, I kind of like seeing this more possessive and fiercely protective side of him.
I always knew he had Killian’s back. And I’ve seen Lance in the aftermath of enough brawls—and heard enough stories about them—to know he’s an impressive fighter. But knowing that he’s the one keeping me safe makes me feel that much freer to return to my normal life.
And with two weeks’ worth of nightmare-free sleep under my belt, I feel like a new woman.Who knew Lance would be the big teddy bear dreamcatcher that would keep my attackers at bay both physically and in my subconscious?
I feel better than I have in my life. And yet, I can’t help but feel a bit guilty for being so happy. Because I know it’s hard on Lance to keep our relationship a secret. And as my professor drones on at the front of my pathophysiology class, I can tell it’s on my silent protector’s mind. He sits motionless beside me, his eyes flicking toward the door every few moments. But his scowl is deeper, the corners of his delectable lips curving down slightly. And I want to make it better.
“Remember, you have a quiz Monday,” Professor Lang says, snapping me back to the present, and I realize I’ve been thinking so hard about Lance that I didn’t hear the last five minutes of her lecture. Maybe Tina will let me borrow her notes to see what I missed.
The professor excuses us with her usual nod, and as she turns to her stack of papers, the students start to rise, collecting their books and backpacks and streaming toward the doors.