First and Tension (Summersweet Island 4)

Tears fill my eyes when he’s seated deep inside me as I wrap my arms tightly around his back, feeling like I can’t pull him close enough to me, like this moment is more powerful than any other time we’ve been together. Quinn’s forehead rests against mine, softly chanting my name as I squeeze my eyes closed, rocking his body against mine, the slow push and pull of his cock in and out of me making me whimper and cling to him tighter.

In this moment, I know the job doesn’t really matter. It’s not mine yet, but this man is. It would be a dream to say yes, but I know I don’t really need it to be happy. I need Quinn to make that happen. And we’re seeing where things go, and we’re liking where it’s going, and I don’t want to do anything to ruin that. I need to stop worrying. We can figure everything out later. Maybe I’ll take the job; maybe I won’t. Maybe that job wouldn’t even be the right fit. But Quinn is. And living this life with him, where I can be at home on Summersweet, comfortable and relaxed, and then put on fancy clothes and shine at fancy events is all I’ve ever really wanted out of life, isn’t it? And I get to do that. Working at Sandbar Cottages is actually fun with Quinn by my side. I already have the best of both worlds, and anything else would just be a bonus at this point.

Quinn grabs my hands from clinging to his back, pulling them up over my head. He presses them into the couch, lacing his fingers through mine, pumping into me deeper and achingly slow, hitting the right spot over and over, pulling his mouth away from mine just long enough to whisper against my lips.

“You’re my favorite part.”

Right now, I just want to enjoy this man of mine and the way he makes me feel.

And he makes me feel like I might be falling in love.

CHAPTER 24

Emily

“The shit has hit the fan.”

“That was so amazing. I can’t handle it! Did you see how happy all those kids were? They didn’t want to leave. I can’t even imagine what it would have been like when I was little, to go to a Professional Football League stadium, and get to play and hangout with a bunch of pro football players. It must be totally mind-blowing.”

Quinn’s giddiness is infectious, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face as he practically bounces on the balls of his feet in front of me in the private back room of The Varsity Club, after a very successful peewee football clinic he and his teammates ran.

“Is your ego saying that you are mind-blowing?” I ask, making sure his head doesn’t get too far up in the clouds.

Quinn’s arms are around me, and he’s yanking me against him as soon as I get the words out, the corner of his mouth tipping up as he looks at me, my hands resting on his chest.

“I think you said I was mind-blowing last night, when I licked you into two screaming orgasms.”

“All right. We’re in public,” I mutter, shaking my head at him, trying to bite back my smile as I glance around the room.

“I believe we were on a very public beach on a blanket last night when you screamed, ‘Oh, God, I’m com—’”

One of my hands quickly flies up from Quinn’s chest to clamp over his mouth while I look around the room again. All of his teammates and their wives and girlfriends are standing around the long table set in the middle, not even paying us any mind as they chat and sip the drinks they brought in with them from the bar. I didn’t pay much attention to the restaurant when I came here for lunch with Quinn and Jeanie, because my nerves were too frazzled to care that day. The upscale sports bar/restaurant has a silver-and-blue color scheme, with black-and-white framed photos of legends that have played for the Sharks throughout the years hung on the walls. It’s classy without being pretentious, and I look forward to the day when a photo of Quinn is hanging on one of the walls, like I know it will be.

Quinn laughs behind my palm as I look back at him, his blue eyes sparkling with humor, until I feel safe enough pulling it away from his face.

“Sorry. It’s the power of the jersey, beautiful,” Quinn states, my insides getting all warm and gooey whenever he calls me that. “Seeing you wear my name on your back just does something to me.”

For tonight’s festivities, even though I love nothing more than putting on something fancy and getting all dolled up to go to an event with Quinn, a peewee clinic at the stadium for kids did not require elegance. Wearing another fitted jersey Quinn got me, this one navy-blue with red trim, I paired it with dark skinny jeans, dressing myself up a little with big hoop earrings, more dramatic eye makeup, and four-inch red heels, my long hair curled with loose waves and up in a high ponytail.