chaptereight
Quinn
By the time I wake up and finish my essential morning chores, I’m not any more certain about anything than I was the night before.
Do I want Amber? More than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone.
Would I treat Amber like a goddamn queen? You’re fucking right I would. And I’ll love her better and stronger than anyone ever could. Because I do. I love Amber Richie. Everything my brother said last night resonated because I feel it with my angel.
Amber is my soulmate.
My room is empty and my bed is made. I try to ignore the disappointment I feel. It’s my own damn fault I left last night. I could have crawled into bed with her. That’s what she wanted.
But does she truly know what she’s asking for?
I pick up one of the pillows and bring it to my face to breathe in her scent. I bet my sheets are covered in that fruity smell she uses on her body. But her body wash and shampoo are not what I scent on the pillowcase.
No, I smell her arousal. That musky, scent makes me salivate. And I continue sniffing around the pillow like I’m a goddamn blood hound. Right on the edge, where the seam is hidden by the case, I swear to fuck I can smell her orgasm.
My dick goes from semi to raging hard-on so fast, I nearly get lightheaded. I drop the pillow and march upstairs to find her. Enough is enough.
I unfasten my jeans to give my poor dick some breathing room as I reach the second story.
I pause and listen, and I hear it. She’s in the shower. I start peeling my clothes off on the way there. She wants to play games, I’ll fucking show her who’s in charge.
The bathroom door is slightly ajar so I creep in, and she’s singing. It’s a Carrie Underwood song, if I’m not mistaken. I peer behind the shower curtain to find her rinsing her hair, eyes closed.
I slip inside the shower and grip my cock because holy fuck, she is a vision to behold. Curvy, slick flesh, ripe for the taking.
She opens her eyes, sees me and screams. Her feet slip and she nearly falls, but I grab a hold of her and pull her close to my body.
She swallows. “Morning, Quinn.”
“Morning, angel. I’ve got a question for you.”
“It couldn’t wait until I was finished with my shower?” she asks.
“Nope. I need to know the answer now.”
“Okay.”
“Did you rub that sweet pussy of yours on my pillow?”
She gasps and her pupils dilate. “Yes.”
“Did you make yourself come?”
Her head nods.
“So you humped my pillow until you came all over it?”
“I did.” She bumps up her chin, her gaze defiant and proud. “Maybe I should be sorry, but I’m not. I was sleeping in your bed and I was surrounded by your scent. Then I had a dream that you came in and jerked off all over me, and I woke up and I needed you, Quinn. But you weren’t there.”
“You’ve pushed me too far this time, angel. I’ve tried to keep you at a distance. Tried to keep you safe from me so you could be with a man your own damn age, but I’m done playing the good guy now.”
“I don’t want a man my age, I want you.”
“Get down on your knees,” I tell her.