Dare To Resist (Dare Nation 1)

Quinn sighed and snuggled back against him, and he wrapped his arms tighter around her. “Mmm,” she muttered.

He agreed. She felt good. So good that, when his cock hardened, he adjusted his position and slid into her, finding her so wet for him she accepted him easily.

God, he loved her. He closed his eyes as her bare walls fluttered around him … and he stilled. “I forgot a condom.”

She stiffened but then he felt her relax. “It should be okay. Not the right time for me to get pregnant,” she murmured.

Thank God. More complications were the last thing either one of them needed right now.

“You said it had been a long time for you?” she asked.

He nodded against her cheek. “I’ve been tested for insurance for the firm.”

“And I had my yearly exam last month. We’re fine. Now move,” she said, arching against him.

Chuckling, he rocked into her, back and forth, over and over, until she stiffened, coming undone with his body curled around hers. One more thrust forward and he released himself inside her, recognizing he was in so fucking deep, and he didn’t just mean literally.

* * *

The next morning, Quinn dressed to head back to the hospital. Austin sipped coffee in the main area of the hotel room, watching her intently, an intent look on his face. For the first time in a long time, she couldn’t read him. She only knew he had something serious on his mind.

If it had anything to do with the way he’d slowly, reverently entered her last night, she was afraid to know. She’d never felt so cherished before, so cared for … so loved. She had a lump in her throat she was afraid would never go away.

“I’m going to check on Jenny,” she called out to Austin, needing a distraction.

Pulling out her phone, she dialed her cousin. “Hi, Ames.”

“Hi! How is Mr. Prescott’s brother?” Amy asked.

“In pain last night. We’ll see when we get to the hospital this morning. What’s going on there? Is Jenny okay?”

“She is. I think she’s a little warm, so I’ll take her temperature and give her baby Tylenol if she has fever. Don’t worry. I can handle it.”

“I know but if anything changes, and I mean anything, you call me.” Quinn’s heart picked up speed, worry consuming her. She knew babies got sick but this was Jenny.

“Okay. Oh! First thing this morning an overnight envelope came. I had to sign for them to leave it.”

“Who is it from?” she asked so she could tell Austin.

“Michaelson Labs.”

Quinn blew out a breath. The paternity results. “Thanks, Amy. I’ll let you know when we’ll be back. I should know something in a few hours.”

“Bye.” She disconnected the call and walked over to Austin, who had just put his coffee cup down.

“What’s going on?”

Quinn swallowed hard. “Well, the paternity results were delivered this morning. Amy signed for them.”

He closed his eyes and groaned, his fingers curling into fists.

“Hey.” She pried open his fingers and slid her hand against his. “Every instinct I have says she’s yours.”

“And if she’s not?” he asked, and she could swear his eyes were watery.

She treated him to a soft smile. “If not, you fight. Something tells me the star wide receiver and ace agent knows how to win.”

He squeezed her hand tight. “I appreciate your faith.”

“You’ve earned it. There’s one more thing. Jenny has a slight fever.”

His eyes opened wide. “We need to go home.”

She loved his parental instincts. He was going to be a great father. “She might have a little cold. We’ll see. Amy will call if anything changes and she knows how to give baby Tylenol. Let’s go check on Damon and then make a decision.”

He blew out a breath and sighed. “You’re right. I need to see my brother. Then we can talk about leaving … unless Jenny gets sicker.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

He nodded. “Let’s go.” As he curled his hand around hers, they each grabbed a bag and he led her out of the hotel room.

* * *

Austin and Quinn returned to Miami along with Bri. His mother stayed in New York to help Damon travel back to Florida and get settled at home, which meant Ian’s jet was getting quite the workout, flying back and forth to ferry the family where they needed to go.

Austin and Quinn arrived at his house to find Amy had just put the baby into bed for the night.

“How’s she feeling?” he asked. “Temperature?”

“Normal. I’m sorry if I overreacted. I just thought she felt warm, and the first time I took her temp it was ninety-nine.” Amy shuffled her feet, obviously worried.

“I’d rather you be proactive than say nothing. Besides, ninety-nine is something to watch. I’ll keep an eye on her. Maybe bring her to the pediatrician tomorrow.”

“I’ll walk Amy out,” Quinn said.