Cruel Temptation (Underground Kings 1)

The champagne flew from my mouth before I could stop it. It spewed all over the back of her head, and she sat up, shivering when the champagne ran down her back. I started laughing, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. It took me by surprise since he got Tracy pregnant.” No matter how many times I said it, the pain of never seeing her again never went away, it never dulled. I never would know my niece or nephew, and it was just another item to add to the list of reasons why Brian was a worthless human being.

I should kill him now. I had Quinn’s belief, what else did I need?

I took another swig of the champagne and considered my options.

“It’s okay,” she laughed and sank back into the warm water. “I understand. I was such an idiot to believe him. I thought he said that after Tracy and his baby died he wanted to be safe. He wanted to wait because he was healing.”

Yeah, we shouldn’t talk about this. I changed my mind.

“So stupid,” she uttered and then dipped her head under the water.

“Did…” I gulped, too nervous to ask if she loved him. She had to have loved him to be with him for so many years. “Did you love him?”

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sp; “No. I wasn’t in love with him. I loved him as a friend, but I knew that I would never love someone the way I loved you. He and I were best friends, helped each other through Tracy and you, and he really manipulated me. I want to kill him myself. I can’t believe I took his word over my love for you. It was so wrong of me.” She spun around in my arms and straddled my waist. Her breasts floated above the water, and her nipples weren’t hard, about the size of a quarter, since the water was so warm, and we weren’t doing anything sexual. We were just being, just us, and she was perfect. “How can you forgive me?”

My arms settled naturally in the curve of her waist; I leaned my forehead against hers. “Nothing to forgive baby. I understand. It upset me for a long time, and then I just never heard from you again, but I knew one day I’d see you again.” I pushed her wet hair over her shoulders, and my throat thrummed appreciatively when I saw the slenderness of her neck and the defined ridges of her collarbone.

“I wrote you every day,” she whispered, looking down from my eyes when she saw the shock on my face. Her hands found my pecs, and she started tracing the tattoos again. I wondered if that was something she did because she was nervous.

“I never got any letters,” I said, lifting her chin with my thumb and index finger. “What letters, Quinn?” I searched her eyes for answers, but I didn’t find any. Her brows bowed in the middle, wrinkling her forehead, and she tried to look away again, but I wouldn’t let her. “What letters?”

“I wrote to you every day, but I never had the courage to send them. They were stamped. They were ready. And every day I told myself, ‘this is it; this is the day.’ More time kept passing by, and then I figured, why bother? You probably hated me, anyway, so getting a letter from me would just make you miserable.”

“I could never hate you,” I said, keeping my tone gentle. “Where are the letters?”

“Why?”

“I want them.”

“There are ten years-worth of letters,” she stated, placing her arms on my shoulders.

“I want to read them all. Every day of every year. I want to know what you’re thinking, what you were wanting, everything. Where are they?” I asked. I wanted them right now. If I could, I’d get up and fly back to our hometown and steal them. I wanted to know how she felt during that time. I knew she hated me, and I wondered if those letters conveyed that, or if they held any amount of love.

She worried her bottom lip. “They are in the apartment back home. I still have them. Some are awful. Some have tear stains on them running the ink. Some are spilling my love. Some are telling you about Brian. And none of them matter because Brian is the liar. Ten years of my life wasted because I was a coward.”

“No, you can’t be a coward and be with a man like Brian. You were just afraid, and you had every reason to be. I didn’t get accused of shoplifting or stealing a car, Quinn. It was murder.”

“So? I should have stood by you. If I could turn back time—”

I laid my finger over her mouth to silence her. “Stop. Just stop. It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re here. I’m here. We are together. You’re all I ever need.”

She sucked my finger into her mouth, and I held my breath as her tongue wrapped around me, teasing me, and my cock stood at attention, poking out of the water. She raised her body and then lowered herself onto me. My sack cradled her ass, and my cock filled her to the hilt. We moaned at the same time as she started to rock.

Quinn let go of my finger with a pop and tossed her head back, the ends of her hair skimming the water. “We are all each other need,” she moaned into the room.

My palm pressed against her stomach to apply more pressure in hopes I’d hit her G-spot. She cried out, and her hands gripped the side of the tub as she rode me.

Yeah, if all I had was this for the rest of my life.

I’d die a happy man.

Chapter Eighteen

Quinn

“Wake up, baby.”