And we always orgasmed.
“You’re. So. Fucking. Perfect.” I thrusted with force at the end of every word, and her muscles constricting turned into a full-blown spasm. She came, clenching that tight pussy around me until my eyes crossed, and I grunted my own orgasm, spilling every drop I had left to give inside her.
Which wasn’t much considering we went two rounds already earlier this morning. She sucked me dry every damn day, and I was glad to do it.
“I needed that,” I said, pulling my semi-hard cock from her sheath. I settled her swim suit in place. “Come here.” I picked her up and made her stand and found myself amused by the strung out look on her face. She had sand covering her cheek, neck, and chest. She was dazed out of her mind, just like she was every morning after sex, and her A-1 covered loaded hashbrowns.
Nothing made the woman happier than my cock and food. If she had that, she was happy. Her words, not mine.
“How does it get better?” she slurred, laying her palms against my chest.
“I don’t know,” I kissed her quickly and leaned against the wall, spreading my legs, and planting my feet so she could settle against me. “Probably because we love each other so damn much.”
“Or,” she countered me with another suggestion, “that our ten-year agreement is nearly up, and all the wild hot sex is getting out of our system before we have to go our separate ways,” Quinn sighed dramatically. “It was a good run, Jaxon.” Her hand patted my chest and then walked her succulent ass away from me and out of the cave.
“I don’t think so,” I said, snatching her hand and yanking her back to me. “In your dreams. It was never ten years. It was forever. And last time I checked, I tricked you into marrying me, so you are stuck with for the next ten years. And then ten years after that.” I placed a kiss on her neck, and she leaned back to give me better access. “And ten years after that. And that. So on and so forth.” I kissed down her chest and pulled the tiny triangle of her bikini top under her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth.
“Sounds so cruel, but the temptation is worth it,” she hissed, arching her body into mine as I nibbled her candied beads.
I had always been the cruel part of our relationship while she had been the temptation. A girl from the rich side of town and a boy from the bad side of the tracks never mixed, but when they did, Quinn and I happened.
A twist of fate, fighting, and fucking loving. Quinn Taylor was meant to be mine.
Easton claimed my mouth, vindicating everything I knew about us.
This kiss felt like it had happened a hundred times before. Our bodies were attuned to one another. He moved, I moved, he breathed, I breathed, and we were one.
History had erased itself, and in its place was a kiss that would rewrite it.