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Chapter 8

Quinn

Ashton looked perfect in my bed, with her hair fanned out on the dark bedspread like coils of spun gold. It was as if she belonged there, belonged to me, like the missing piece of my charming Florida cottage. She tied it all together in a neat, sexy bow. I guess I didn’t realize how much I’d missed her until she’d appeared back in my life like the best present ever.

I kissed her softly. I loved having Ashton’s sexy ass in my bed. Her perfect body warmed the air between us. Even though we’d just been in the pool, I could still smell the mangos and coconuts from her hair. She was so beautiful. It felt good to taste her, to have her lips on mine but I needed more. And I might need it all night. Maybe forever.

I ran my fingers through her luxurious blonde ringlets. “I want to make love to you,” I whispered, brushing my lips against her ear. “Better than the last time. I know it wasn’t good for you. I want to make it good now.”

Kissing her on her neck, making my way down to her collarbone, giving her soft, lingering touches. I wanted to make her feel amazing. Make up for the leaving her unsatisfied her first time. Make up for lost time. I wanted to wash away ten years of pain and doubt I had caused her and replace it with blinding pleasure.

She shuddered and whispered, “Quinn.”

“Is that a yes?” I asked and hooked my finger in the makeshift knot of her terrycloth dress.

“That’s a yes.” Ashton grabbed my hair and yanked my head up so that my lips would reach hers for another kiss. I liked this feisty side of her.

I wound my hands around her neck and forced my tongue deeper into her mouth. Plundering. Because I couldn’t get close enough to her. Couldn’t get enough of her.  The next thing I knew, she had thrown a leg around my waist and straddled me. Our kiss grew hot. Hotter. My erection pressed against her warm pussy lips and she let out a groan.

Kissing Ashton wasn’t like kissing any other girl that I’d ever known. Not that there had been that many. Even on their tiptoes, they couldn’t come close to reaching the pedestal that Ashton was on in my mind. She was passionate and fiery between my hands. Never had I been with a girl with so much energy to give in the throes of passion. I couldn’t keep up with her. She never stayed still. Always moving, touching, lighting a new fire everywhere her lips touched me.              

Her hands were in tangled in my hair, then stroking my chest, moving down to my stomach. Ashton wanted me to give her my all, and I was happy to oblige. I couldn’t picture a world where Ashton didn’t exist. Because in my world, only pleasure, desire and love existed.

Did I already love her? Maybe I’d never stopped.

Her hair tumbled down in a cascade of blonde ringlets, tickling my skin. The most spectacular Destin sunset couldn’t even come close to comparing to the beauty of a naked Ashton on top of my hips. These past years had changed her for the better. She’d grown into her own skin, and found a sexy boldness that was hot as hell. She oozed confidence.

“You are incredibly gorgeous,” I growled. “I don’t remember this side of you and I don’t like thinking about how you got it.”

She gave a sexy smile that revealed nothing. Like she still held a secret close to her heart, one that I intended to reveal. Just as I’d expose every erogenous zone she didn’t know she had. Ashton responded by kissing my chest, raking her teeth across my nipples and I let out a strangled moan. She reached up and kissed me again, her supple lips locked with mine. A perfect fit. Our mouths joined together as I tilted my head to grant myself greater access.

My head told me to take control because my body couldn’t take another tortured moment of her leading this erotic dance. I flipped her over, straddling
her
now, instead. Taking a moment to inhale her delicious scent, I started with her lips, kissing her before making my way down her luscious body. She hummed with pleasure as I traced my fingers across the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were a soft pink, and as smooth as little rosebuds. I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked until I heard her little sigh I loved so much. Then I nipped.

“Mmm …” Ashton gasped, tilting her head back with pleasure, pushing her erect nipple deeper into my mouth.

I answered her by grazing my teeth on the nipple and gently scraping my tongue across it.

Ashton ran her nails down my back. “Quinn, you feel amazing. I love what you do to me. How my body feels right now.”

I pulled my mouth away and started on the other nipple. “You taste so good.” I slid a hand down her stomach, loving the feel of her soft, smooth skin. My fingers teased her, just above her wet lips.

Ashton gasped.

I grinned, remembering her sensitive spots. Every touch, every response had been permanently burned on my memory to be replayed every day since. Now, I wanted to find every single one that I’d yet to discover.

She tugged my hair. “You know how to drive me crazy.”

“I like crazy,” I said. I lowered my head and left a trail of kisses down her stomach and headed for the sweet spot between her thighs. Dipping my finger inside of her, I savored the glorious wetness covering my hand. “You’re so wet.”

I couldn’t wait to make her come. It had become a compulsion. Every single time I jacked myself off to thoughts of her it always ended with her waves of hair thrown back in bliss, coming with the sound of my name on her lush lips. I’d failed her before. That ended. Now. 

Ashton writhed on the bed as I slid two fingers inside her and licked her from top to bottom. Her smell, her taste. It was even better in real life than in my depraved fantasies.

“More,” she begged, lifting her hips to meet my mouth. “Please. I can’t believe it feels like this.”

She was talking like no man had ever gone down on her before. But that couldn’t be possible at her age. She must just mean I’d never done it. But now that I had, I’d make it the Quinn Andrews National Past Time. Like baseball and apple pie only better.

I circled her clit with my tongue, sucking and licking. Using my lips and fingers, I set a teasing rhythm until she thrashed so wildly, I could barely keep her steady for more of my intimate onslaught. Ashton’s hips gyrated and she bucked upward as I continued to push her to the brink.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Oh my God, it’s happening. Even better than I’d ever imagined it would be!”

I pulled her clit in my mouth and sucked, then flattened my tongue against her. She bucked desperately as an intense orgasm crashed through her body. I loved hearing her call my name in a breathless moan as she shuddered and quaked. The sound was better than the music of a professional orchestra. I couldn’t wait to slide my cock inside of her and do it all over again.

I looked up and caught sight of Ashton in her post orgasmic bliss. Her eyes were squeezed shut so I waited until every last shiver had left her body and she stilled.

“I want to fuck you, Ashton,” I said. “And I don’t care if you know it. Because it feels good to say it. I want to feel your tight pussy grip my cock as you come all over me.”

Her eyes flew open and she met my heated gaze. “Now.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer, ripped the
package open as fast as I could, and rolled it on. Ashton shifted impatiently as I straddled her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I positioned my cock against her warm, slick entrance.

As my eyes locked onto hers, I swear I could see straight through to her soul. She lifted her hips, trying to tease me, as I stroked my cock. I knew I couldn’t wait any longer and rubbed the tip against her opening. “Are you ready?”             

“Is this some kind of warped version of Déjà vu?” At her words, I realized I’d said something similar the last time I found myself between her legs. “Of course, I’m ready. I want you inside me.”

I wanted this to be better than our first time together. Determined to make every moment amazing, I pressed inside her slowly. Teasing her inch by inch.

Holy shit.
I gasped, fighting for a breath. She was so goddamn tight. It was just like our first night together. She felt the exact same now as she did when we were teenagers. How was that possible? Then her earlier words registered.

“Ashton,” I whispered. “Look at me.”

She’d allowed her eyes fluttered closed again, content to feel and not to look but this was important. I needed to see her face when I asked the question so I found out the truth.

“What?” she searched my face, because I had stilled. I’d buried myself to the hilt inside her and though it killed me not to move, I couldn’t. Not until she answered me.

“Have you had sex since that night I took your virginity?”

Her lower lip quivered and tears pooled in those liquid gold eyes. She didn’t need to verbalize it. I almost lost my erection I was so overcome with emotion about what a fucking asshole I was. I’d ruined her life. Fucked everything up for her so she hadn’t even felt comfortable going to bed with another man.

“I feel like killing myself, Ashton,” I groaned. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“You can,” she whispered as she reached her arms around to cradle my head. “Right now, Quinn. Stroke me with your cock. Finger my clit. Make me come again until I can’t see straight. Until I can’t do anything but feel. Until I can’t even summon forth my voice to scream your name.”

Holy shit. I did not deserve this woman. Not at all. But that wouldn’t stop me from doing everything within my power to give her everything she’d just begged me for. I kissed as I pumped myself into her, burying my cock even deeper into her white hot channel. The tightness, the sensation. Sublime. Her pussy sucked me right in and she matched my rhythm, stroke for stroke.

She whimpered as I drove deeper. I reached between us to caress her clit, using my fingers to stroke her, using her moans and movements to set the rhythm. The sounds of her sighs set my body on fire. Coupled with the sucking sensation of her warm body wrapped around my cock, I just about lost it and came too soon. Dead puppies. The Marlins losing the World Series. I grasped at any thought to hold off because she had to come again. Once I felt her second orgasm rocketing around me as she thrashed, I let go, too, and we came together in a torrent of shared passion.

I held onto her waist, until the spasms ceased. I felt milked dry. Completely and utterly replete and spent. I rolled over and snuggled in to her side, trying to catch my breath. I’d seen stars. Nothing I’d previously experienced had even come close. Ashton Jansen could become an addiction. My addiction. And now that I knew I’d been her first and only, I never wanted to let her leave and experience anyone else.

Mine.

Always and forever.

“I want you to be by my side when I wake up in the morning,” I said.  “Please say you’ll stay the night.”

Chapter 9

Ashton

Quinn wanted me to stay. This was so different than last time. Much different. This time he wasn’t going to be the one walking out the door, leaving me behind.

He continued to nuzzle against my neck. I felt safe. Secure.

“Again,” I demanded.

He grinned. “You’re voracious now that you know what you’ve been missing.”

I didn’t even care about the teasing. I felt free. He knew my deep, dark secret and he hadn’t rejected me. No. More like strutting around like a cock in the henhouse. So to speak.

Round two unfolded at a slower pace. There was no urgency this time. Tender, loving, but still so satisfying. I couldn’t get enough of Quinn Andrews. Which made the thought of leaving Florida so soon all the more painful.

I didn’t want to get attached to him. What if this is what all we had? Just sex. Toe curling, mind blowing sex. He had a life in Destin. I had my life in Atlanta. I wasn’t sure if it would work. Even if I wanted it to. As an independent woman, I didn’t relish the thought of a man holding all the cards.

When I thought Quinn had fallen asleep, I slipped out of bed. Unfortunately, all my clothing was still wet. I tried to find a t-shirt and shorts that I could borrow until I could get back to the hotel and take a shower.

I paused when I heard Quinn stirring. “Where are you going?” he asked, sleepily.

“Back to the hotel.”

He patted the bed. “Come back to bed. Sleep in. I’ll make us breakfast. Then I’ll drive you back to the hotel.”

It was so tempting to snuggle up to his warm body, sleep with his arms around me.  “Okay,” I agreed. “But I need to get an early start tomorrow. Henri will be checking to see if we wrapped things up. I can’t let my personal life interfere with my job. Neither can you.”

I flashed him a smile as I crawled back in bed. He pulled the covers over our bodies and wrapped me tightly in his arms. Within minutes we were both asleep.

***

The next morning I awoke to an empty bed. My heart fluttered when I patted the spot next to me.

Cold. Empty.

My heart galloped a frantic rhythm in my chest. Quinn had left me again.

I wrapped a sheet around me, panting heaving breaths and walked through the small cottage. He wasn’t in the bathroom, living room, or kitchen. I peered outside on the pool deck. Nothing.

Then I remembered his grandmother. He had probably gone to check on her. My heart rate came back down to acceptable levels when I noticed Quinn had made coffee. And there was a note.

Gone to get bagels. Wasn’t much edible in the fridge. Help yourself to coffee. Be right back.

I poured a cup of strong black coffee and added a splash of hazelnut cream that I found when I foraged through his fridge. He wasn’t kidding. Such a manly assortment of beer, cheese and butter. Not even an egg to fry.

I wasn’t sure how long Quinn would be. My clothes were still damp so I rooted around his drawers and found an Ironman t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, which were loose on me but I double rolled the waist. I took my cup of coffee and went outside. It was a sunny day, a little on the cool side, but I could smell the briny air of the gulf and hear the seagulls flocking around.

I inhaled a cleansing breath and just sat in gratitude for the beauty of the setting. The night. And the man. As I sat down at one of the patio tables, I heard the gate creak open. My heart surged when I realized Quinn was back for breakfast.

But I was surprised to see a woman walking toward me instead. She was a pretty brunette wearing a colorful maxi dress and beaded sandals. She carried a white bakery bag and two cups. She looked as surprised to see me.

“Oh hey.” She looked around as if she went to the wrong house. “Is Quinn home?”

I crossed my arms in defense as the unexpected guest took in my ruffled hair, old t-shirt with barely contained nipples sans bra, and day old makeup. “Um, not at the moment.”

Who was she? A stab of inappropriate jealousy rifled through my chest cavity. Did he have a girlfriend he hadn’t mentioned? Some kind of entanglement? I glanced around just wanting to get the hell off his property and out of this uncomfortable situation.

She dropped the bakery bag on the patio table and stuck out a hand. “I’m Cassie.”

I reluctantly shook her hand, not wanting to be rude when I had no idea who she was at this point. “Ashton Jansen.”

“I was just dropping off breakfast for him. He’s been working so much lately…and with everything going on with Nanna. I know he’s not eating like he should be…” Cassie rattled on. “He rarely has anything nutritious in his fridge or pantry.”

And how in the hell would you know that?

My mind raced out of control and the nausea bubbling up the back of my throat indicated that I’d made another horrible mistake. She knew intimate details about Quinn. I wavered between incredulousness and annoyance. How could he not tell me that he had a girlfriend? That little tidbit would’ve been nice to know
before
I dropped my panties for him again like some kind of redneck slut.

She sat down at the table and started to pull out muffins and croissants. “I would’ve brought more if I knew he had company,” she said with a twisted smile.

I stood up, suddenly feeling faint and unwelcome. “It’s okay. I was just leaving.”

Before Cassie could respond, I ran inside to get my bag. I realized I had no shoes and nothing to put my wet clothes in. Screw it. I’d have the hotel dry clean Quinn’s things and leave them for him at the front desk. It was the least he could do after he fucked me over for the second, devastating time in my life.

I heard the murmur of voices outside and when I emerged from the house, Cassie was talking to another woman. This one had on brightly colored scrubs adorned with Scottish Terriers. They both took in my disheveled appearance, barefoot, holding my evening bag. Without further conversation, I quickly exited the backyard and made my walk of shame to the street. Quinn’s Mercedes was gone. How long does it take to get breakfast? Or was that just an excuse to humiliate me without having to witness the fallout.

I wasn’t sure where the hell I was or how to get back to my hotel. I remembered Quinn telling me last night that we were only a few blocks from the restaurant. The restaurant was only a couple miles from the hotel. I saw a rusty beach cruiser bike leaning up against the garage. Without a second thought, I hopped on the bike and entered the hotel address in the GPS on my cell phone. Luckily, I was close.

I couldn’t even enjoy the sun kissing my face or the light ocean breeze ruffling my long hair. Nothing registered except the emotional turmoil that only he seemed to cause. No one gave me a second look as I pedaled my way back to the Flamingo Resorts.

Damn you, Quinn Andrews. You man-whore, two-timing piece of shit. How did the saying go? First time, shame on you. Second time, shame on me. I would not cry. I squeezed my eyes shut and stiffened my resolve.

There wouldn’t be a third.

***

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