Gripping my hips, he peers at me from lowered lids. “You feel so good, Quinn.”
Fully seated, I take a few seconds to adjust.
“I’m so full.” I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my forehead against his as I enjoy the feeling of him so hard and long inside of me. He captures my lips, and I’m drowning in everything Oliver Hemingway. Gripping his shoulders, I push up and lower down. Our mouths mute whimpers, grunts, and groan as we increase our speed. He glides in and out of me, completing our connection and shifting things between us. The protection I’ve kept around my heart cracks, and my feelings escape.
My body trembles as the fullness of my emotions break over me. As he drives his body into mine, he burrows his way into my heart. My walls contract and I tumble over the edge.
“Ah God, Quinn.” He sinks his teeth into my skin as he thrusts once, twice, and floods me with a sticky heat that coats my insides and solidifies the fact I’ve been avoiding—I’m falling fast and hard.
He kisses my forehead and leans back, taking me with him. I rest on his chest, relearning how to breathe as the afterglow settles in and my bones turn to goo.
“As much as I’d love to stay here like this for the rest of the night, we should shower and get on some sleep clothes because you never know when the little monster is going to creep in.”
I force my body into action and slide off him.
He strokes my hair away from my face. “Are you good?”
“Yes.” I place my hand over his scar. “Are you?”
“You did all the work. It won’t be that way forever.” His eyes darken, and I know it’s a promise. One I can’t wait for him to keep. He intertwines our fingers and unlocks the door before we head to the en suite bathroom.
“You’re such a good father.” I kiss his cheek and squeeze his hand.
“I do my best. I always wish I could do more, though.”
“Spoken like an excellent parent.” As we head into the bathroom, I’m struck by how damn good this feels. I laugh. The cocky bastard was right, he wore me down, and now I’m liking his nicknames and having a hard time imagining life without him.
“What?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Just thinking. Life is crazy, isn’t it?”
“With a capital C.”
I put the serious thoughts on a shelf as we step into the sandstone shower and enjoy the feeling of hot water, soap, and skillful hands.
THE BUZZING OF MY PHONE pulls me from my sleep. Who in the hell? I scowl as I pat the dresser beside me for the rectangle. It could be my sister with a crisis or an anxious client. Rolling onto my back, I bring the phone into the nest of blankets. I blink as the bright light blinds me. I’m in the room alone which means the boys are letting me sleep. Smiling, I roll onto my back and focus. The words on my screen make my stomach heave. My inbox is flooded with messages from people I’ve never even heard of.
Bitches that talk too much get cut.
Snitches don’t get stitches they get killed.
My heart thuds in my chest. The room shrinks around me. Holy shit. I run my hands through my hair and shake my head.
You’re dead. The likes from people I didn’t even know made me dizzy. These people knew enough about me to hunt me down on Facebook. It wasn’t hard. I’m a public persona. My phone buzzes again.
Loose lips sink ships.
When rats jump ship, it’s the family they leave behind th
at gets hurt. My mind flashes to the incident at the zoo. They know who I am and how to track me. Oh my God, Rolly. The thought of an innocent child hurt because of me makes me sick to my stomach. Thanks to me, Ollie almost landed himself six feet deep. I owe it to him to keep him safe this time. Dropping the phone, I sit up, pull my legs in, and wrap my arms around them. A knock at the door makes me glance up.
“Are you up, Sleeping Beauty?” Ollie steps into the room and frowns. “Quinn?”
“Trying to wake up,” I whisper, memorizing his face. The lazy smiles and bright eyes look good on him. “I have to get going here in a few.”
“What?”
“Some things came up with work. I need to get them taken care of for the week. You know how it is when you run your own business.”