Twenty minutes? Was he insane? She wasn’t sure she could last another twenty seconds.
He wasn’t done. “Maybe I should leave the door unlocked.”
“What?”
He moved, lifting her and turning her around, impaling her on his cock before she had fully processed his words. He looped her legs on the outside of his, spreading her wide. One hand bracketed her throat, not holding her tightly enough to cut off her breathing but keeping her back pressed to his chest. She blinked, her desire slowing down her brain enough that it took a full three seconds before she realized they were now facing the door. “What?”
“Just think, peaches. That door is unlocked.” His free hand cupped one breast and then the other, playing with her nipples. “You can hear the squeaky wheel from the room service cart. It’s getting closer, and you know it’s coming here.” His words almost had her convinced she could hear exactly that. Even though she knew for a fact the hotel door was locked… What if it wasn’t?
“I’m not going to stop fucking you, though.” His hand dipped between her spread thighs, fingers sliding through her wetness where they were joined up to her clit, his touch too light to get her off. “I can’t get enough of you. It makes me crazed. All I can think of is sinking deep inside you over and over again until we both come…and then starting all over again. You think a knock on the door is going to be enough to make me give that up? Not fucking likely.”
His lips brushed her neck, trailing up to her ear and he kept up those light touches, his cock still filling her completely. “He’s almost here. Can you hear his footsteps?”
“Quinn—”
“Shh. He’s going to hear you. And he’s going to know exactly what I’m doing to you.” His chuckle made her bite back a moan. “Then again, he’s going to open that door and he’s going to see for himself in a few seconds. Can you imagine the look on his face when he sees you? There will be shock, but then he’s going to get as hard as I am right now. No man alive can see you like this and not want you.”
She could see exactly what he was describing, and the image only got her hotter. Aubry never would have pegged herself as an exhibitionist, but with Quinn’s hands on her and his words in her ear, she wanted it to be real. Her breath sobbed out and she tried to move on his cock. His grip changed, his hand moving up to pin her hips down. “Ah, ah. We’re not done yet. I’ll tell him to close the door behind him and take a seat there.” He used his grip to turn her head to the chair right next to the door. “He can’t touch, but he can watch. Do you want him to watch?”
More than anything in the world.
Her skin was too tight, her breathing coming in gasps, her core so hot it was a wonder it didn’t scald Quinn. She wanted, holy fuck, she wanted. “Yes.”
“You’re about to come just thinking about it.”
“Yes.”
His hand coasted back over to stroke her clit. Once, twice. “You want to know a secret.”
“Yes!” She strained to make him touch her more firmly. So close. So freaking close.
He sucked on her earlobe and released it. “You never hung up the phone.”
Meaning, the room service chick heard everything.
He pressed against her clit and surged up at the same time, and that was all it took. Aubry shrieked as she came, sobbing out Quinn’s name over and over again as he fucked her.
Chapter Thirteen
Quinn had never been so conflicted in his damn life. Yesterday had been good—better than good. It had been fucking perfect. It was more than the sex, too. Seeing Aubry so geeked out in her element and then falling asleep with her in his arms…
He didn’t want it to stop.
Next to him on the bench seat, Aubry stretched. “I have to say, I’m enjoying the hell out of this road trip.”
He was, too. Everything about Aubry and this situation only pulled him in deeper, the differences he’d been so sure were insurmountable when they first met were actually strengths he relished. He liked their bantering. He liked her. “Going better than you expected?”
“Considering I thought I’d have to take your abnormally large body out into the desert and bury it…” She grinned. “Not even close.”
Quinn barked out a laugh. “And here I was thinking I’m growing on you.”
“Like a fungus. Or mold. Really, really sexy mold.”
He must have lost it because that was the cutest damn thing he’d ever heard. He draped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m surprised you don’t have some darling little tidbit about how deadly mold is stashed away in that brain of yours.”
“Do you know how many people black mold kills a year? And that’s not even getting into the different varieties that can do everything from making you hallucinate to go completely bonkers.”
“I knew you had it in you.”
Aubry rested her head on his shoulder. “Now drive, trusty steed. I’m exhausted and it’s your fault.”
He laughed again and pulled onto the highway. The companionable silence stretched as he drove north out of the city, heading for Napa. It didn’t take long for his mind to turn to the next part of their trip. Jenny’s wedding. He’d done his damnedest not to think about it, to focus on getting them both through the convention first. But now DeathCon was behind them, and there was nothing standing between him and the realization that his original plan of taking Aubry to the wedding was pure shit.
He’d agreed to this when he was operating under the impression that she was a fire-breathing dragon with impenetrable armor. And she was, in a way. He just hadn’t realized that her sharp tongue and nasty disposition covered up a bundle of worries and nerves and more than slightly irrational phobias. Beneath all that armor was a vulnerable woman who went out of her way not to put herself out there in the world for fear it would smash her hopes and dreams to pieces.
Aw, fuck, they’re going to eat her alive.
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “We should talk.”
“Talk about what?” She straightened, half turning to face him. “I know you’re worried about this wedding, but believe me, I got it.”
He clenched the steering wheel, fighting the impulse to turn the damn truck around and head back to Texas, disappointing his sister and ruining her wedding. He could deal with their disappointment—he’d been dealing with it his entire life. “Maybe this was a mistake.”
“What?” She frowned. “No way. You helped me out with the demo. I know I’m not exactly kissing your ass in gratitude—”
“Peaches, I’m more interested in your kissing other parts of me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I gathered. What I’m trying to say is that you helped—a lot. And I appreciate that help, so I’m going to stick with our deal. We’ve faced down my demons. There’s no reason we can’t face down yours, too.”
We.
When’s the last time he was part of a we? Never in a relationship—Quinn didn’t make a habit of letting women close enough to gain that distinction. He liked them. They liked him. It was more than enough to spend a few hours losing themselves in each other.
He’d never found those arrangements lacking before now. But after the last few days, it was hard not to compare the two. He’d started out this trip barely being able to stand Aubry, but the longer they spent together, the more things he found about her that he admired. Yeah, her quirks were kind of strange, but they were endearing. And, best of all, he never quite knew what she was going to say next.
And the sex… The sex was out of this world.
He sighed, trying to find the right way to phrase this. “My family is complicated.”
“Every family is complicated.”
Wasn’t that the damn truth? Unfortunately, his family was more than the garden variety complicated. “I didn’t know you that well when we agreed to this.”
“Correction—you didn’t like me that well.” She leaned closer, frowning up at him. “You’re trying to give me an out and that’s really
cute, but I promise I can handle this. They can’t say anything worse to me than other people already have, and they’re barely strangers. It’s fine.”
She didn’t comment on the fact that he’d basically just admitted to his being into her, and he didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t noticed or if she didn’t want to deal with it any more than he did.