Losing It

Her dress hikes up her thighs.

Fuck, she has gorgeous legs.

“Why does sitting in a car make you so tired?” She lets out another yawn. Looks around the hotel room.

It’s nice enough. A king bed with purple sheets. Too hard carpet. Framed stock art on the walls.

A wide window that looks out on Las Vegas Boulevard.

Fuck, The Strip really is beautiful. It’s faded and gold in the bright sunlight, but that’s stunning in its own way.

The afternoon light flows through the windows.

Surrounds Quinn in a soft glow.

My angel with Sin City behind her.

Fuck, why is that so hot?

I push my suitcase out of the way. Cross the room toward Quinn.

She yelps as I wrap my arm around her waist.

“That a what are you doing or God, please don’t stop?” I ask.

Her hazel eyes fix on mine. “I’m not sure.”

“You’re not?”

She nods. “Depends what you do next.”

“You baiting me, angel?”

“Maybe.”

Fuck, she is.

My cock stirs.

My fingers curl into the soft fabric of her dress.

God dammit, I love this confident, in control side of her.

I…

Maybe I do love her.

I don’t know.

I have to figure it out in the next thirty-six hours.

And I will.

But right now—

“Take off your panties.” I slide my hand to her ass. Pull her body against mine.

She lets out a soft groan as my cock brushes her stomach. “Fuck, Wes—”

“Yeah?”

“I… Uh…”

“Go on…”

“In this position. I, um… How do you get hard so fast?”

“You.”

Her cheeks flush. Her eyelids flutter closed.

She rises to her tiptoes.

Presses her lips to mine.

Fuck, she tastes good. Like tea and honey.

She always tastes like tea and honey.

I can’t go near a bag of Lipton’s without thinking about her lips.

I slip my tongue into her mouth.

She digs her fingers into my shoulders, pressing the cotton of my t-shirt into my skin.

I need this shirt gone.

I need her dress gone.

I need her naked on that bed.

Trying to figure out how I can give her my heart is impossible.

This is easy.

This is everything.

“Panties off.” I slip my hands under her dress.

She groans as my fingertips skim her hips.

I push her panties off her ass. Bend to pull them to her knees. Ankles.

She kicks them off her feet.

“Bed.” I stand. Wrap my arms around her. Pull her into my chest.

She squeals as I carry her to the bed.

Groans as I lay her flat on her back.

Fuck, this is a beautiful sight. Quinn splayed out on the purple sheets, her red hair falling over her flushed cheeks, her sundress falling over her light limbs, afternoon light surrounding her in a soft glow.

She really is an angel.

She saved me from—

Fuck, I don’t even know how to describe it. I never would have found the strength to stand up to my mom without her.

I wouldn’t be trying to pour my heart into my work.

Or trying to communicate with my brothers.

And—

No, I’m not getting lost in that shit now.

No more thinking.

More making her come.

“Spread your legs, baby.” I pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it aside.

Her eyes travel down my body slowly. My chin, shoulders, chest, stomach, hips, cock.

I’m already so fucking hard.

These jeans are torture.

But I don’t fucking care.

I only care about making her come.

Now.

She nods as she pushes her legs apart.

“Pull your dress to your waist.” I slide onto the bed, on my knees. “I want to look at you.”

“Wes—”

“Don’t make me ask twice.”

Her pupils dilate at the dirty demand. Her fingers dig into her skin.

Slowly, she pulls the dress up her thighs.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

For a long moment, I savor the sight of her.

Then I place my body between her legs.

Lower myself onto the bed.

My fingers curl around her ankles.

My lips brush the inside of her knee.

I move closer, closer, closer—

She reaches for me. Finds my shoulder.

Her nails dig into my skin. “Wes, please—”

“Please what, angel?” I nip at her inner thigh.

She lets out a mumbled moan. “Please.”

My balls tighten.

I fucking love the way she says that.

That she’s always so polite.

And under my spell.

That I know exactly what she means.

Please make me come.

Fuck, I can’t think of anything better. I really can’t.

I bring my hands to her thighs.

In one swift motion, I pin her legs to the bed.

I drag my lips up her thigh. Closer, closer, closer—

There.

She groans as my lips brush her cunt.

She tastes so fucking good. I want to lick her up and down. To savor every drop of her.

But I have to tease her first.

I have to drive her out of her fucking mind.

I press my lips to the apex of her thigh.

As softly as I can, I drag my lips down her thigh. All the way to the inside of her knee.

“Wes.” Her nails are sharp against my skin. “Please—”

“Please?” I murmur into her thigh.

“Please.”

I work my way back up her skin.

“Fuck.” She tugs at me a little harder.

But, still, I tease her.

Up one thigh, over her sweet cunt, down the other thigh.