Wild Cowboy Nights (Foolproof Love 1-3)

His lips brushed her neck, trailing up to her ear and he kept up those light touches, his cock still filling her completely. “He’s almost here. Can you hear his footsteps?”

“Quinn—”

“Shh. He’s going to hear you. And he’s going to know exactly what I’m doing to you.” His chuckle made her bite back a moan. “Then again, he’s going to open that door and he’s going to see for himself in a few seconds. Can you imagine the look on his face when he sees you? There will be shock, but then he’s going to get as hard as I am right now. No man alive can see you like this and not want you.”

She could see exactly what he was describing, and the image only got her hotter. Aubry never would have pegged herself as an exhibitionist, but with Quinn’s hands on her and his words in her ear, she wanted it to be real. Her breath sobbed out and she tried to move on his cock. His grip changed, his hand moving up to pin her hips down. “Ah, ah. We’re not done yet. I’ll tell him to close the door behind him and take a seat there.” He used his grip to turn her head to the chair right next to the door. “He can’t touch, but he can watch. Do you want him to watch?”

More than anything in the world.

Her skin was too tight, her breathing coming in gasps, her core so hot it was a wonder it didn’t scald Quinn. She wanted, holy fuck, she wanted. “Yes.”

“You’re about to come just thinking about it.”

“Yes.”

His hand coasted back over to stroke her clit. Once, twice. “You want to know a secret.”

“Yes!” She strained to make him touch her more firmly. So close. So freaking close.

He sucked on her earlobe and released it. “You never hung up the phone.”

Meaning, the room service chick heard everything.

He pressed against her clit and surged up at the same time, and that was all it took. Aubry shrieked as she came, sobbing out Quinn’s name over and over again as he fucked her.Chapter ThirteenQuinn had never been so conflicted in his damn life. Yesterday had been good—better than good. It had been fucking perfect. It was more than the sex, too. Seeing Aubry so geeked out in her element and then falling asleep with her in his arms…

He didn’t want it to stop.

Next to him on the bench seat, Aubry stretched. “I have to say, I’m enjoying the hell out of this road trip.”

He was, too. Everything about Aubry and this situation only pulled him in deeper, the differences he’d been so sure were insurmountable when they first met were actually strengths he relished. He liked their bantering. He liked her. “Going better than you expected?”

“Considering I thought I’d have to take your abnormally large body out into the desert and bury it…” She grinned. “Not even close.”

Quinn barked out a laugh. “And here I was thinking I’m growing on you.”

“Like a fungus. Or mold. Really, really sexy mold.”

He must have lost it because that was the cutest damn thing he’d ever heard. He draped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m surprised you don’t have some darling little tidbit about how deadly mold is stashed away in that brain of yours.”

“Do you know how many people black mold kills a year? And that’s not even getting into the different varieties that can do everything from making you hallucinate to go completely bonkers.”

“I knew you had it in you.”

Aubry rested her head on his shoulder. “Now drive, trusty steed. I’m exhausted and it’s your fault.”

He laughed again and pulled onto the highway. The companionable silence stretched as he drove north out of the city, heading for Napa. It didn’t take long for his mind to turn to the next part of their trip. Jenny’s wedding. He’d done his damnedest not to think about it, to focus on getting them both through the convention first. But now DeathCon was behind them, and there was nothing standing between him and the realization that his original plan of taking Aubry to the wedding was pure shit.

He’d agreed to this when he was operating under the impression that she was a fire-breathing dragon with impenetrable armor. And she was, in a way. He just hadn’t realized that her sharp tongue and nasty disposition covered up a bundle of worries and nerves and more than slightly irrational phobias. Beneath all that armor was a vulnerable woman who went out of her way not to put herself out there in the world for fear it would smash her hopes and dreams to pieces.

Aw, fuck, they’re going to eat her alive.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “We should talk.”

“Talk about what?” She straightened, half turning to face him. “I know you’re worried about this wedding, but believe me, I got it.”