He slid off the bed and strode to the dresser. Behind the giant bouquet of fake flowers, there was a bowl she hadn’t noticed—a bowl filled to the brim with pink and red condom wrappers.
She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him rip a wrapper open and roll it onto his length. “I think you might have to give that mechanic a gigantic tip.”
“I’m inclined to think you’re right.” He stopped at the edge of the bed. “How do you want it, peaches?”
It was official. She was still in the shower and fantasizing this entire thing.
Emboldened by the thought, she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed, guiding him onto his back. No matter which way I spin it, this isn’t real. That means I can do whatever the hell I want. “I like the picture you painted before.” She straddled his hips, bracing herself on his big chest. “I’ll make you a deal.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Since our last deal worked out so well, I’m in.”
“You don’t even want to hear it?”
“Sure I do.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently until she hissed out a breath. “Though if it involves watching you ride my cock, I’m going to tell you right now that we’re both coming out the winners in this.”
“I’d settle for us both coming.”
“Peaches, you read my mind.”
She rose and reached between them to stroke his cock. So big. She wanted it. She wanted it all. Aubry positioned him at her entrance and sank down an inch. Quinn gripped her hips, slowing her descent. “Easy.”
“I don’t want it easy. I want it hard and hot and rough.”
Something changed on his face, and she realized that he’d held onto the slightest bit of control until this point. It was gone now. He pulled her down and his hips rose, sheathing his cock in her to the hilt. Her breath escaped her in a sharp cry that had nothing to do with pain. She tried to move, to shift, to do something to relieve the growing pressure inside her, but Quinn kept their hips pinned together. “That’s it, peaches. Feel every single fucking inch of me.”
“I…can’t.” She shook her head, still trying and failing to move. “I need more.”
“I’ve got more for you.” He lifted her and slammed her down onto him. She moaned, wanting to help him, but he had full control despite her being on top. Quinn half sat up and used one hand to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her down against his chest. He kissed her, still fucking her, the contrast between his grip and what his cock was doing between her legs nearly making her eyes roll back in her head. He broke away enough to say, “This is what you wanted.”
“Yes.” There was no point in playing coy. She gripped his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. There was nothing soft or sweet or gentle about what he was doing to her. It was hard and gritty and sexy beyond belief.
And she loved every second of it.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, bowing her back and ripping a desperate little cry from her lips that she’d deny she made until her dying day. Quinn’s hands spasmed on her hips, his face twisting into a grimace and her groaned name slipping from his lips.
He said my name as he came. It didn’t mean a damn thing. She’d done the same. It was hormones and desire-fueled insanity at its finest.
It was still the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
That, more than anything, got her moving. She slid off him—or she tried to. His arms went tense around her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Trying to find some space so my head can stop spinning. She couldn’t say that to him. They might have called a temporary truce, but it wouldn’t last if he sensed weakness. That was just how they worked. So she snarled at him. “I’m going to wash you off me.”
“Nope.” He rolled them, settling between her legs and pinning her in place, though he kept most of his weight off her.
“What the hell do you mean ‘nope’?” She shifted, trying to wiggle out from beneath him, but her traitorous body zinged in response.
“Do you remember what I said in the shower?”
She did, but she was trying very hard not to look into it. “You just wanted to talk your way into my pants.”
“Peaches, you weren’t wearing pants.” He thrust a little, his cock still half hard inside her. “I said when you begged for my cock, you’d have it for the duration of the trip.”
“And if I don’t want it?”
He idly ran a hand up her side to cup her breast. “Do you?”
Yes. The sheer force of the thought surprised her. It was just pent-up hormones clamoring for getting their needs met. It didn’t mean anything. If she could remember that, she might just get through the week. “I—”
“Truth.”
She stared at a spot on the ceiling and gritted her teeth against the urge to tell him she’d happily spend from now until kingdom come on his cock. Once she had a little control over herself, she said, “Fine.”
“You can play coy, peaches, but I know the truth.” He feathered his fingers across her nipple, making her squirm. “You can’t hide it when I’m inside you.”
That’s what she was afraid of.
Chapter Eight
Quinn let Aubry have her space the next morning when they collected the truck. To be honest, he needed some space, too. He’d had her countless times through the night, her body an addiction he hadn’t known he possessed until he felt that first orgasm. But once would never have been enough. Hell, he’d lost count and that still wasn’t enough.
He turned to watch her put her bag into the cab of the truck. Today she wore a red plaid dress that should have looked ridiculous, but on her it worked. His body went tight imagining what she might be wearing—or not wearing—underneath it.
There’s no reason I can’t find out.
No reason except all of them. He never should have crossed the line with her, but he’d done more than step over it. He’d nosedived right into oblivion. There was no going back now, not until they finished this trip and got back to Devil’s Falls. With the familiar town around them, they’d fall back into the way things used to be. Maybe. Even now, he couldn’t quite imagine trading edged insults with her like they used to. Not when he knew how she tasted.
He paid Larry and grabbed his keys. By the time he made it to the truck, Aubry was already in the cab and looking everywhere but at him. He decided to let her stew a little and they headed out of El Paso without a word. Thirty minutes later, the tension left her shoulders and she reached for her headphones.
That was when he pounced. Keeping his eyes on the road, Quinn unfastened her seatbelt, hooked an arm around her waist, and towed her over to sit against him. She gave a seriously impressive snarl. “Are you trying to get me killed?”
“Nah, I just had a little entertainment in mind.”
“If you think I’m going to sit here without a seatbelt—Oh.” She accepted the half of the belt he offered her and dug into the crease in the seat for the second half. Once it was clicked around her waist, she gave an audible sigh of relief. “Okay, what were you saying?”
“You have a serious set of neuroses.”
“Not wanting to die in a car crash isn’t being neurotic. And I’m following the law.”
“Car crash, plane crash, serial killer. What else are you afraid is going to kill you in imaginative ways?” He ran his hand from her knee up the inside of her thigh as he spoke, edging the hem of her dress up until he caught sight of a pair of Wonder Woman briefs. Her nerd credit was off the charts, and he was really digging it.
Not that he’d say as much to her.
“Uh, well.” Her breath hissed out when he cupped her through the cotton fabric. “There’s always the off chance that a mutant breed of alligator is going to show up and start picking off people.”
“Texas has been in a drought for years.”
“Don’t muddy my fears with logic.”
He kept stroking her, not putting enough pressure behind it to do anything but drive her to distraction. “I seem to remember som
ething about mutant cannibals, too. What do you have against mutants?”
“Nothing if they’re students of Professor X.”
He huffed out a laugh. “I understand that reference.”
She turned so fast, she almost toppled over. “Did you just make a nerd joke at me? I’m pretty sure you just made a nerd joke at me.”
“Did I?” He knew damn well he did, but her reaction was pretty fucking priceless. Before she could get too distracted, he slipped his hand into her panties. “What else?”