“They obviously have zero taste,” I chuckle. “It looks like someone sneezed, and it splatted against the walls.”
“Ewww,” Nina laughs. “And on that note, it’s time for lunch.”
Laughing, Ethan and I head to the kitchen where Eli already has a sandwich in his mouth.
“Couldn’t wait for the rest of us?” Nina playfully chastises him.
Eli shakes his head as he finishes the bite he just took, then reaching into the Tupperware, he takes another sandwich and holds it out to me. “You’ll like this one. It’s bacon and cheese.”
“Mhh…” I take it from him and sink my teeth into it.
We all gather in the kitchen, jokes being thrown around while enjoying the lunch Nina prepared.
When we get back to work, time just flies by, and before I know it, the lights flicker on in the house. I climb to my feet, stretching my sore muscles. “We’re not going to get it all done today,” I mention as I glance to the kitchen.
Ethan comes to throw his arm around my shoulders. “That’s what tomorrow is for.”
“If you don’t remove your arm from Quinn, there will be no tomorrow for you,” Eli mutters.
Ethan pulls me against his side. “Honestly, Quinn, since you’ve come along, Eli’s become possessive as hell. What did you do to him?”
“Me?” I pretend to gasp, struggling to keep my laughter back. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Three,” Eli begins to count. “Two.” He raises an eyebrow at Ethan.
Just as Eli darts forward, Ethan tugs me in front of him as a shield.
Eli grabs hold of my arms, tucking me against his chest. “Mine.”
Nina sits down flat on her butt as she bursts out laughing, and soon we’re all cracking up.
Eli wraps me up in a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of my head.
“My caveman,” I say as my laughter dies down.
“Takes after his father,” Nina says, getting back to scrubbing the floor.
ELI
After work, I drive over to Josh’s place. I dropped Quinn off this morning because she wanted to clean the house before Josh comes back from a haul.
Parking the truck, I get out. Just as I open the front door, Quinn’s scream echoes through the house. Slamming the door shut behind me, I pull the gun from behind my back and run toward the kitchen.
“Quinn!”
“Eli,” she cries. “Quick!”
I dart inside and then come to a shuddering stop when I see the water gushing from a burst pipe beneath the sink.
“Don’t just stand there. Make it stop!”
Putting my gun away, I rush out of the house to grab my toolbox, and by the time I get back to the kitchen, Quinn’s clothes are soaked through, wet strands of her hair sticking to her neck and face.
“Move aside, baby,” I say as I take out a wrench and crouch in front of the sink. The water soaks me in seconds as I work to block the flow. I finally manage, then rise to my feet, wiping the drops from my face.
“It just burst,” Quinn says, scowling at the mess in the kitchen.
Glancing at Quinn, my eyes lock on her chest. The white fabric of her dress is completely see-through, sticking to her like a second skin. My cock hardens, and within a second, it’s straining against my jeans.
Her gaze drifts over me, and for a moment, we just stare at each other.
God help me, she looks fucking sexy.
The wrench drops from my fingers, and when Quinn’s tongue darts out to catch the drops on her lips, I can’t stop myself from closing the distance between us.
Framing her face, I tilt her head back, and then my mouth crashes against hers.
With Quinn getting better, day by day, it’s becoming harder to keep the pace slow between us. My self-control slips when my tongue brushes over hers, and my hands move down to her shoulders.
Feeling her wet skin has a groan building in my chest. I keep moving my hands down her sides until I reach the hem of her dress. My fingers brush over the sides of her legs as my lips knead hers.
Gathering the soaked fabric, I pull her dress up until I have her ass exposed. The groan ripples up my throat when I palm her firm cheeks, and then I pull her body up against mine so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
Somehow I manage to walk us to her old bedroom while still kissing her senseless. Quinn’s fingers tangle in my hair, and when she moans into my mouth, I almost fucking stumble.
I set her down by the side of the single bed, and reaching for the hem of my shirt, I pull the fabric over my head.
Quinn begins to struggle with her dress, which makes me chuckle as I reach down to help her.
“Arms up, baby,” I murmur before dragging the fabric up her body. It falls with a wet slap to the wooden floor.