First and Tension (Summersweet Island 4)

Yanking his mouth back from mine, Quinn brings one of his hands up to cup my cheek, the other one gripping tightly to my ass as I reach between us and wrap my hand around his thick length, loving the raspy groan that comes out of him when I touch him. Lining him up with my entrance, my thighs shake with need to just drop right down on him and ease the ache that built back up within seconds.

“This is real,” he whispers against my lips, making my heart and my vagina clench as I lower myself just enough for the head of his cock to slip inside me, the pulse of need flaring back to life when Quinn lets out a low moan, his hand on my ass gripping me tighter as I wrap my arms back around his shoulders and just hold myself still.

“It sure as fuck is,” I whisper back.

Quinn’s laughter against my mouth is instantly cut off when I sink myself down on his cock, both of us moaning loudly when I’m fully seated on him and rock my hips against him. His hand slides off my cheek to wrap around the back of my neck, sliding into my hair to grip a handful in his fist.

“Want to know one of my fantasies?” I ask him through choked words, grinding my hips against him, finding it hard to breathe and speak now that he’s finally filling me and stretching me so perfectly as I brush my lips back and forth against his. “Having you hold my hair in your fist while I ride your cock. Think you can make that happen?”

“Jesus Christ, woman,” Quinn pants against my lips, his hips bucking up and bringing him deeper, making me moan low in my throat. “Your dirty little mouth is going to be the death of me.”

His palm smacks one of my ass cheeks, gripping it tight and digging his fingers into my flesh as he helps me start to move my body up and down on him. I push my feet into the deck on either side of his chair, holding tighter to his shoulders, riding him harder, bouncing up and down on his thick, hard cock faster, my ass smacking against the top of his thighs.

“Game over. You definitely win this one.”

Quinn’s mouth immediately comes back to mine, and after that, we stop talking. Out under the stars with the waves crashing to the shore, the fire crackling behind us, Quinn keeps my hair tightly wrapped around his fist, making one of my many fantasies starring him come true.

And I decide to stop being afraid and see what happens when a ridiculously hot and talented quarterback gets serious with a ridiculously hot and talented cheerleader.

CHAPTER 22

Quinn

“Sparkletastic.”

“This is it?”

“Yep. This is it. Glamorous, wouldn’t you say?”

“So, you just sit here all day in the office, waiting for the phone to ring?”

“Sometimes I get to take people clean towels when the staff is busy. That’s fun.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“You’re the one who wanted to hang out with me at work today. I told you it would be boring. Want me to teach you the rap in ‘No Scrubs’? We’ve got about an hour to kill before we can go get some lunch.”

“Nope. I don’t like this. Let’s go.”

“Quinn! Put me down! We can’t just leave Sandbar Cottages in the middle of the day.”

“Stephanie is in the back, and she can handle it.”

“Don’t you want to hear me rap?”

“Well, duh. You can do it on the way.”

“On the way where?”

“Anywhere but here. I need to fuck some life back into you.”

“Yeah, you like that, do ya? Take some more.”

“Please… no more.”

“Should I do it harder? Faster? You can’t just do nothing. You have to be an equal participant in this.”

“Believe me, you’re doing enough for both of us.”

“That’s right I am. Tell me how much you love it when I grab a whole handful.”

“Oh, my God.”

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Fuuuck… this is so good. Take it all, bitch!”

“We are never going to be asked to be parade marshals again. You just hit a girl in the forehead with a Jolly Rancher!”

“I’m a quarterback, what did you expect? I never should have been given the entire box of candy. It’s too much power. Take it away from me.”

“Swindler!”

“Will you stop shouting that? The neighbors will hear you.”

“Good. They should hear me. The entire island needs to know that you are a cheating swindler.”

“I’m really regretting inviting you over to my cottage now.”

“I love everything about your place. It’s bright, bold, colorful, and fun, just like you. I particularly love the framed Bring it On movie poster in the living room signed by the cast. What I don’t particularly love is seeing a dart board in the kitchen, a ping-pong table in the garage along with three sets of cornhole boards, and a basketball hoop in the driveway. You’re just missing the poker table, you cheater.”