Wild Cowboy Nights (Foolproof Love 1-3)

Quinn’s curse was music to her ears. One hand threaded through her hair, cupping the back of her head as she swallowed him down, down, until she couldn’t take any more. She wasn’t about to let that deter her, though. She fisted a hand around the base of him, stroking as she sucked. There was nothing but the need to drive him as crazy as he’d driven her.

“That’s it, peaches. Suck me hard.” His voice was downright guttural, and she was the cause of it. Aubry moaned, stroking him faster. His hand on the back of her head went tense. “I’m close.”

A warning. A promise.

She sucked harder, keeping up the motion that made his thigh clench. His cock swelled in her mouth, his curse in her ears, and then he was coming. She kept sucking, swallowing him down, a purely feminine part of her satisfied in a way she’d never experienced before. She looked up at him, his blue eyes dark, his breathing coming as hard as hers, and knew that she could make him lose control again now whenever she felt like it. Yes, he could do the same to her, but that power was downright intoxicating. She gave him one last stroke before she sat up. “Damn, Quinn. Just…damn.”

He recovered enough to give her a cocky grin. “Pretending to be my girlfriend isn’t so bad, is it?”

“Sure.” His words tried to douse her feel-good mood, but she fought off the feeling. This wasn’t real. She knew that. He knew that. Anyone who mattered knew that. Yes, they’d had sex and were going to keep having sex until it reached its natural conclusion. But that was all there was. She’d be a fool and a half to forget that.

Aubry couldn’t quite make herself move away from him, though. And then he took the decision away from her and draped his arm across her shoulders, tucking her against his side. “Get some sleep. We have a few hours yet, and I know you didn’t get much last night.”

He was right, but he hadn’t, either. She frowned. “Are you going to be okay to drive?”

“I’m bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. If I start getting sleepy, I’ll start playing with you again.” His grin widened. “That’s sure to wake me right up.”

She shivered at the thought of waking up to that. The man was insatiable—and she liked it. She yawned. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” He guided her head to his shoulder. “Now close your eyes, because I’m telling you right now, you’re not going to get a wink of sleep once we check into that fancy hotel they have you set up in.”

She was sure there was no way she’d manage to pass out, but the next thing she was doing was opening her eyes as they exited the highway into the outskirts of San Diego. It was late enough that they’d missed rush hour, so Quinn was able to navigate to the hotel the convention had booked for her without too much trouble. She expected a normal room, but she followed the instructions the lady had given her at check-in to a freaking suite.

Aubry walked into the room and spun a slow circle, whistling under her breath. “Toto, we aren’t in Kansas anymore.”

“Thank God. Kansas is a terrible place.” Quinn strode over to look out the floor-to-ceiling windows that afforded a view of downtown. “Damn, peaches, just how good at this game are you?”

“I told you. The best.” She hesitated. “Well, one of the best.” There were still players out there better than her. She pinched herself, hardly daring believe this was real. She walked into the bathroom and whistled again. There was a walk-in shower and a tub that made the one at the B&B look like a bucket in someone’s backyard. This is insane. There has to have been a mistake. There wasn’t. She knew there wasn’t. The whole situation was almost too surreal to be possible. Who would have thought she’d make it here when she started playing Deathmatch in that shitty little trailer all those years ago? Not her. Not anyone from where she’d grown up, either.

“What time is your thing tomorrow?”

“Noon.” Most hardcore gamers she knew were night owls by necessity. Even if they worked in web design like she did, most people had to hold down some sort of day job with normal hours and play in their time off. So the developers were giving a nod to that by starting in the afternoon.

“Give me a few to take a shower and then we can go get some grub before we settle in for the night.” He reached into the shower and turned on the water. “I’m starving.”

She took a slow breath, doing her damnedest to convince herself that the walls weren’t really closing in. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather order in.”