Shane dug hard fingers into his hips, and Quinn didn’t miss what looked like the involuntary movement of Shane’s hips.
He really was just as hot for this. That caused an almost unbearable surge of excitement to rip through Quinn’s entire body. He panted, quiet, hoarse cries spilling from his lips as he buried his fingers in Shane’s dark curls and curled down around his head. It took him two tries to get the actual warning to come out of his mouth. “Hey, coming,” he whispered. “Oh fuck…coming.”
Shane pulled off and opened his mouth, “Go ahe—” He broke off when Quinn shot all over his chin and neck.
Quinn shut his eyes tight, missing Shane’s reaction as unbelievable pleasure overtook him. It took everything he had not to yell and as it was, a low, keening cry escaped just as Shane’s mouth came back to his. He tasted that wonderful Shane flavor mixed with his own come and shuddered, grabbing on to the back of Shane’s head and thrusting his tongue in deeper to find more of that mix.
They kissed and kissed and when Shane finally pulled back from him, he didn’t miss the flash of complete shock pass over Shane’s expression before he schooled it.
“Well, that was something.” He let out that slow, sexy grin.
Quinn could only nod, unable to speak as he worked to catch his breath. That same shock was ripping through him as he stared at the man who’d just rocked his world, seeing him in a completely new light. Yeah, he’d decided to try sex with him. He’d instigated this. He just hadn’t expected to feel anything like that.
Smiling back at Shane, he finally found his voice. “I think we proved the chemistry thing.”
“Oh, we did. More than proved it.”
“Sorry about your face and your, er, neck. There’s some on your collar, too.” His eyes flew open wide. “I should do that for you.” A shot of heat went through him as he waved his hand at Shane’s groin. “Oh, I really want to do that for you.”
Shane, who’d grabbed tissues off his desk and was cleaning his neck, paused and winked. “Later. I happen to like the anticipation.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Quinn’s lips. “And just so you know, I’m really looking forward to feeling this hot-as-fuck mouth on me.”Chapter EightShane had to leave his office to get work done that afternoon. He kept finding his attention wandering to Quinn and every so often, the man would look back at him and that enticing pink color would fill his cheeks. Shane had half expected him to be prudish with the way he turned red so easily, but there had been only willingness and fire in his reactions that morning. Shane had been completely intrigued by the point-by-point speech Quinn had given him. The blowjob had happened because he just had to see what the guy looked like when really flustered.
He hadn’t expected to enjoy it quite as much as he had.
His belly flip-flopped every time he remembered the way Quinn had raised his ass up off the chair. His response had been so base, so honest and passionate, Shane had been surprised. He wanted more. A lot more.
So, he found some bullshit excuse to go into the field, promising to be back in a couple of hours. His bullshit excuse turned into a real one when Mayor Spring asked him to come by his house.
Shane pulled into the long, private driveway and stopped at the gate. The security guard let him through, and he stared in shock at the house he eventually reached. It wasn’t nearly as large as he’d expected given the security, but it was definitely a nice place. He parked outside the garage on the ground floor, admiring the old-fashioned doors—wide and wooden, like those found on a barn, four on the double-car side. They looked like they pulled outward to open.
The mayor stood next to them, dressed more casually than Shane had ever seen him, in jeans and a sweatshirt. He was even barefoot. Tall and crazy slim, he made Shane think of Ichabod Crane, for some reason.
Not far from the mayor stood a tall man with impressively broad shoulders. His dark hair was buzzed close to his head in a military cut. He was dressed in a nice dark suit, but even at a quick glance, Shane could pick out the faint outline of a gun. Shane had seen the personal bodyguard hanging in the mayor’s shadow on a few other occasions, but they’d never spoken and the mayor never introduced him.
Shane stepped out of his car and the mayor stepped forward with his hand out.
“Thanks for coming on such short notice. We’ve got a few minutes before my girls get home from school, so how about a drink?” He waved Shane around to the back of the house. “My man cave is actually a part of the basement.”