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Her soft, full breasts bounce, her hard nipples brushing across my pecs, and my abs flex as that familiar sense of tension starts to build at the base of my spine.
I’ve never come inside a woman without protection before. And the thought of doing so with Quinn is agonizingly exciting. My cock’s so swollen with arousal, I can feel every detail of her perfect hole, and she takes me so perfectly inside her, she’s like the keyhole to my lock.
“God, I love you, Quinn,” I growl.
I think I’ve said that more in the past few days than I have in the entirety of my life. And yet it still doesn’t feel like I’ve said it enough. Because my heart is filled to overflowing, my body so full of passion for this woman I think I might cease to exist if she weren’t here with me.
“I love you too, Lance,” she whimpers, her thighs trembling as she wobbles dangerously along the edge of climax.
“Come with me, beautiful,” I command, sliding in and out of her again and again, setting each of my nerve endings on fire.
“I’m coming,” she gasps against my lips.
And a moment later, I feel her clench around me. Her walls tighten begging me to stay inside her as I release my load. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as that tension at the base of my spine snaps. And I thrust deep into her depths as I flood her glorious channel.
Quinn’s pussy ripples around my length, urging every last drop from me. And I release burst after burst of hot cum inside her, filling her up and mingling with her own release until it’s dripping out around my base.
We pant together, the oxygen ripping in and out of my lungs as I revel in what is easily the best sex of my life. And I stay buried deep inside of Quinn, urging my cum deeper into her depths as I slowly rock on top of her.
“That,” she gasps. “Was. Amazing.”
I hum deep in my throat, leaning in to press a kiss to the curve of her neck. She shivers beneath me, her fingers pressing into my skin as she silently responds with enthusiasm.A lingering aftershock throbs down my length, making my cock twitch despite the fact that my balls are completely empty.
And only after our breathing has returned to normal do I ease gently out of Quinn. Then I collapse onto the bed beside her.
Sighing contentedly, Quinn rolls toward me, snuggling close to my side as she rests her cheek on my shoulder, her leg across my thighs. With one arm around her back, the other grasping her hip, I hold her close.
This is a happiness I never knew I was missing out on. But now that I have it, I want to hold onto it with all that I have. And as a deep contentment seeps into my bones, I feel a heavy exhaustion settle over me like a blanket.
I don’t recall the last time I slept. I think it was days ago. And I make a mental note that I need to wake up early to slip back into my room in the morning. Because there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to leave Quinn alone tonight.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Killian’s livid tone jolts me from my sleep, and as my eyes snap open, Quinn’s room comes starkly into focus. As does the sunlight filtering in through the window, confirming that I slept well past the time I should have snuck out.
And my traitorous cock twitches as Quinn’s silky skin slides across mine as she groggily sits up, blinking her heavy eyelids. Then she gasps, gathering the sheets around her naked body as her spine goes rigid.
“Killian,” she says, dread lacing her tone as reality hits her moments after it hits me.
“What the hell are you doing in my sister’s bed?” he snarls, keeping his eyes well-trained and away from Quinn as he glares at me.
And I know from the deadly look in his gaze that I am well and thoroughly screwed.
“Killian, please, I can explain,” Quinn says, attempting to intercept her brother’s line of sight.
“No need,” he growls, stooping to pick up my pants from yesterday and flinging them in my face. “Get dressed. I want you to leave and never come back.”
“Killian!” Quinn objects.
But I know better than to argue. He’s so furious right now. And I don’t blame him. This is the worst possible way—and time—he could have found out. I can’t believe I was so reckless, and my chest tightens as I realize what a grave mistake I’ve made. I didn’t just screw things up with my best friend. I made it so he’ll try to root me out of Quinn’s life as well.
“I trusted you,” he says blackly, his expression murderous as I come to a stand before him. “I asked you to protect one of the women who matters most to me in the world, and you went ahead andfuckedher while I was too busy and weighed down to notice. How long has this been going on?”
Lifting my hands slowly, palms out, I show him I don’t want to fight, and I swallow the knot in my throat before I try to answer him. From the corner of my eye, I see Quinn shaking her head, silently telling me not to answer the question. But I can’t do that. I’ve already destroyed my relationship of trust. If I have a prayer of salvaging my friendship with Killian, I need to be honest.
“About a month,” I rasp.
“Are you serious!” Killian bellows, reaching behind his back and drawing the gun tucked into his belt. “If you don’t leave rightnow, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes without hesitation,” he states, his voice suddenly calm and flat—deadly.