“Archer.”
Blinking, I lean back. “Is something wrong?”
“No. Not at all. But I really have to pee.”
“Oh.” I step back and help her off the counter. “I got carried away.”
She runs her eyes over me. “Me too. Especially in those doctor clothes.”
I laugh. “That’s why I wore them. Though I have to say, you look much better in doctor clothes than I do.”
“I think it was the lack of clothes.” She wiggles her eyebrows and hurries to the bathroom. Letting out a breath, I step back, petting Rufus. Boots is at the window again, growling, which gets the other dogs going.
“What is going on?” Quinn asks once she comes out of the bathroom.
“There’s a bunny outside.”
Quinn rolls her eyes and laughs. “Such a threat.”
“Your mom said they’ve been doing it all day.”
Quinn comes back over to me and hooks her arms around my neck. “Speaking of, where is she? And where is your car?”
I clasp my hands on her waist. “She went out to run errands and took my car so you wouldn’t know I was here.”
“So you’re saying we have some time alone?”
I bend my head down. “I’d fuck you even if we weren’t alone.”
Quinn moans, tipping her head up and looking me in the eyes. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. Slowly. Deliberately. And I can’t wait anymore.
I scoop Quinn up and carry her upstairs. She grips me tight and doesn’t let go. I fall onto the bed with her, my body moving over hers. I can’t stay away. There’s something magnetic about her, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t resist.
Not that I want to.
Quinn widens her legs, welcoming me between. She rakes her fingers up my back and smiles deviously.
“I’ve dreamed about this, Dr. Jones.”
“You dream about me?”
“Pretty much every night.” She lets out a breath and bucks her hips. “And the whole Grey’s Anatomy sex fantasy is something I want. Don’t laugh.”
“I definitely won’t laugh. And feel free to call me Dr. McDreamy.”
I don’t laugh, but Quinn does, and I raise my eyebrows, trying to be serious. How is it possible to be so turned on, to have my cock begging to be balls deep inside of her at the same time as we’re joking and laughing?
It’s because I’m in love with this woman.
I brush loose strands of Quinn’s hair out of her face and move back down to kiss her. She bunches up my shirt and I sit up so she can pull it over my head. Her lips part as she looks me over and seeing her getting hot and bothered by looking at me gets me going even more than I was before.
Dragging a hand over my chest, Quinn brings it down and cups my balls through my pants.
“I missed this,” she whispers.
“It missed you too.” I kiss her again, and feeling her body against mine is the best homecoming I could ever ask for. I knew I missed her but damn, having her here with me now makes me realize all over again how much it fucking sucks to be apart.
I pull down the short athletic shorts she’s wearing and sweep my fingers over her clit. I can feel the heat through her panties, and she moans as soon as I touch her. My cock is so fucking hard, begging for a release. Normally, I like to tease Quinn. Draw things out. Make her quiver and beg for me to fuck her.
But I don’t think I can hold out right now.
She lifts her ass off the mattress, letting me strip her bare. Kissing her lips once more before moving down, I pull her close and roll over, bringing her on top so I can unhook her bra.
“It clasps in the front,” she breathes, taking her shirt off, revealing her breasts, which are held back by a white bra. She undoes it and tosses it on the floor. I take her breasts in each hand, remembering that she mentioned being overly sensitive thanks to pregnancy hormones.
“I think your tits got bigger, babe.”
“They did.” She looks down, putting her hands over mine. “All my bras are tight.” She flashes a smile. “I like it.”
“I do too.”
Quinn does a little shimmy, wiggling her eyebrows at me. “You do? You like this?”
I flip her over and move down, flicking my tongue over her nipple as I make my way down to her sweet cunt. She settles back against the bed, preparing herself for what’s coming.
Precum wets my boxers, and my balls are so tight it almost hurts. With more self-control than I knew was possible, I lick the inside of her thigh, moving my mouth closer and closer to her pussy. I flick my eyes to her face before diving in, eating her out. Quinn moans and moves her hips against my face, wanting it rougher than I usually give it to her.
I slide my hands under her ass and lift her off the mattress, lashing my tongue against her clit. Her breathing quickens and her hand lands on top of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. She pulls it hard, and nearly at the same time I feel her pussy spasm. I lower her back onto the mattress just so I can slip a finger inside her, going to her g-spot.
“Ohhh fuck,” she mumbles, pulling my hair again. She’s moments away from coming. I speed up my movements, feeling close to blowing a load even though she’s not touching me. Being with Quinn is like all my fantasies come to life—but better.
“Ohhh, Archer,” she squeals, pussy contracting wildly. Wetness spills from her and I lick up every last drop, getting drunk on her. I set her back down and scramble on top of her. She’s still reeling, eyes closed and breaths coming out in huffs. Her pert nipples rub against my chest, and she tries and fails to pull my pants down. Impatient, I pull them off and her hands land on my ass, pressing me against her core.
My cock rubs against her, and I swear I could come right here and now before I even push my big dick into her. Her eyes flutter open and she brings one hand up, running it through my hair.
The dogs start barking at the bunn
y again, but it’s just background noise to us. I align my cock with Quinn’s entrance and kiss her as I push inside. She’s so fucking tight, and feeling my cock rub against her inner walls makes me groan.
“Did you miss this, Dr. Jones?” she whispers, curling her fingers and pulling my hair again. “Did you miss my pussy?”
“I missed it so fucking much.” I pull out slowly until only the tip of my cock is inside her. Bending my head down, I put my lips to hers again and thrust in deep and hard. Quinn’s mouth falls open and she brings her legs up, wrapping them around my body. I pull back again and circle my hips as I push back in. Quinn rakes her nails up over my back hard enough to leave marks.
Her pussy tightens around my cock, and I know she’s about to come. I let loose, pushing in and out as hard as I can. I held back and now that I want to come, it’s going to take a minute again.
Quinn grips my hips and moves along with me. We’re both close, and coming at the same time would be so fucking hot. I’m almost there and feel my balls tighten and the tip of my cock aches from pleasure. We’re so wrapped up in each other everything else fades.
And I mean everything. Because neither of us heard anyone come in the house. Or up the stairs. I push in deep, seconds away from coming when the floorboards creak behind us.
“What the fuck?” someone yells, and I don’t have to turn around to know who that voice belongs to.
It’s Dean.
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Quinn
“Get out of here!” I shriek and madly reach for the blankets. Archer is on top of me, with his bare ass right in my brother’s line of sight. Archer freezes, and I pull his body down on mine once I realize we’re on the blankets and I can’t cover us up. I’m hidden underneath him but still too exposed.
Dean just walked in on us having sex.
It’d be bad enough to have any of my brothers catch me in the act, but it’s a million times worse right now with Dean. This weekend was supposed to make him realize he and Archer can be friends again. That nothing has changed.