First Love: A Single Dad Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  My fingers speared into her hair, pulling her closer, angling my head so I could deepen the kiss as I walked us back towards my bedroom.

  “We are making it to the bed this time,” I growled the words, and was rewarded with Quinn’s husky laughter.

  "Want to bet?" She shot back along with a sinful grin that had me fighting back a groan. What was it about this woman that drove me absolutely insane? Before I even had a clue what she was doing, her fingers were at the waistband of my jeans. She made quick work of the zipper and tugged the fabric down, kneeling in front of me as she went.

  My boxers were next and before I could catch my breath her sweet mouth was wrapped around the head of my penis, sucking me deep into the warm cavern as her tongue swirled in patterns against my sensitive skin.

  “Holy fuck, sunshine,” I gasped, reaching out a hand to the nearest wall for support as my knees went weak. Her mouth was a fucking miracle as she swallowed me all the way down. My eyes rolled back and it was all I could do to hold on. I could feel my balls tighten in anticipation but damned if I wanted to come yet, before I’d even got a chance to touch her, to feel the sweet give of her body as I sank deep inside her.

  My body twitched at the mental image and I was about ten seconds from shooting my cum down her throat but somehow I found the strength to pull back, stopping her with a hand on her shoulder.

  I stripped off the rest of my clothes, not caring where they fell as I threw them behind me and Quinn’s clothes followed to land in a haphazard pile. I spread her thighs, my breath hitching as I stared at her, wet and open and ready for me. I could see how slick she was from there. And it was all too easy for me to imagine how it would feel to slide deep into that welcoming cavern. And I knew she would take all of me. A perfect fit.

  “Shit. We’re not going to make it to the bed.”

  Quinn let out a soft giggle at my words but it was cut off abruptly as I slid my cock inside her quivering pussy. The feel of her had me squeezing my eyes shut against the wave of pleasure. She just made me crazy. Made me insane with desire. Like a teenager who couldn't last more than two seconds. But damned if I didn't want to see her writhing beneath me as she came with me buried deep inside her, my cum soaking every inch of her.

  I took her. Slow and steady at first but growing faster as the tidal wave of need spurred me on. Those little sounds of pleasure she was making were driving me crazy but I kept moving, driving us both higher with every thrust until I was covered in sweat and aching to empty my balls inside her.

  She was like a tight, hot grip and every time I rammed home to the hilt I didn’t want to leave. I never wanted it to end. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I leaned down, our mouths joining together just like our bodies were and there was a tightness in my chest as I felt her surround me. She was inside me, and I was terrified that I’d never get her out again.

  Would that be such a bad thing? The thought echoed from the far reaches of my mind but all I could focus on was the exquisite feeling of sinking deep inside her body, over and over again. It was heaven and hell wrapped up all into one.

  It took everything inside me to hold back the orgasm that threatened every time I thrust all the way to the hilt in her hot pussy. I was drenched in her, and damned if I didn’t love it.

  I swept one hand down her body, my thumb finding her clit, slipping on her honey as I swept over it and it was like a detonation. Quinn threw her head back, a low moan falling from her lips as she exploded, her body clamped down on mine. It was the most gorgeous sight I’d ever seen, and it sent me tumbling over the edge with her.

  It started in my toes, drawing through every nerve ending and blood vessel until it finally erupted and my world went white as I filled her. I don’t know how long afterward I stayed like that, my arms wrapped around her, my heart beat pounding in my chest and my thoughts drifting and listless but always coming back to her, back to Quinn.

  I swept a stray blond lock of hair away from her cheek and she snuggled closer to me, her breath already deepening with sleep. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to start changing my old ways. Maybe it was time to start thinking about a new life. A life with Quinn in it as a permanent fixture.

  With the unfamiliar emotions choking me, I picked Quinn up in my arms and finally took us both to bed.

  Chapter 20

  Leo

  “Hey, Leo! Are you up here?”

  “Yeah! I’m over here!” I yelled back, trying to maintain my precarious position. I heard footsteps make their way up the creaky staircase and then a gasping laugh. I shot a glare in her general direction to find Quinn with a hand covering her mouth and mirth glowing from her green eyes.

  "What the hell are you laughing at?" I asked a grin of my own breaking through to soften my words. I knew damned well what she was laughing at. This attic hadn't been touched in decades and about as much dust covered me, and the rest of the steepled roof room.

  “Are you sure that’s really you under there? It’s not some monster that’s been hiding up here for the past twenty years.” Quinn asked as she crept carefully forward and there was still a chuckle in her voice.

  “I’m pretty sure.” I glanced down, trying to wipe off some of the dust and grime and only ended up with a cloud of it in the stuffy air around me, “Can’t be too certain though, to be honest.”

  She stopped in front of me, a sudden warmth adding to the humor in her gaze and it had my body reacting instantly.

  “Well, there’s one way I can think of to tell.”

  “Oh yeah? And what would that be?”

  She didn't answer, instead, she leaned forward, careful not to brush the dust of on herself as she laid her lips sweetly against mine. I fought the urge to pull her close and deepen the kiss, letting her meander before she finally pulled away. It was little more than a peck but still, I was breathless with wanting her. Even after the last few weeks, the edge of my desire never dulled. If anything, it had only sharpened since that night she'd shone up on my doorstep and told me in no uncertain terms not to break her heart.

  Things had been strange at first. It was the first time in my entire life that I’d ever tried actually dating someone, rather than just screwing them and moving on. But something about Quinn kept me begging for more, and no matter how much I had I was always hungry for another taste of her.

  We had spent more and more time together, learning about each other, even most of our time was spent working on the Mayhew house or tearing each other’s clothes off. We still had to dodge Jonah’s suspicions and a thought had started to creep into my mind over the last few days. We’d had more than a few close calls. Jonah was prone to just walking into the house unannounced and there’s been one instance in particular that still made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

  We’d been fooling around in one of the newly renovated bedrooms, completely lost in each other. It was only the sound of a creaky floorboard outside that saved us. It gave me enough warning to jump off the bed but the only place to go had been the open window. Luckily, Quinn had been able to get dressed in time and I’d been left with no choice but to jump. Straight into the bushes. I was still picking pine needles out of ass.

  "Hey, I've been thinking about something," I said, pulling away as Quinn glanced up at me curiously.

  “Yeah? About what?”

  It took me a moment to remember my thoughts with her looking up at me like that, her eyes wide and clear, her mouth soft and just waiting to be kissed. I cleared my throat, pulling my thoughts back out of the gutter they seemed to fall into whenever we were in the same room together.

  “I was thinking that maybe it’s time to come clean,” I finally said, “To Jonah, I mean.”

  But Quinn was already shaking her head before I’d barely gotten the words out.

  “No,” She was still shaking her head, her brows furrowing in worry as she went on, “No way. We can’t tell him, Leo. You don’t…you don’t know how overprotective of me he is. He’d kill you if he ever
found out we’re together.”

  "How long can we keep sneaking around?" I asked, voicing the question that had been most on my mind. I was tired of keeping us a secret. I knew how ironic it was. Leo Delaney wanted to tell the world about a girl. But there was something about Quinn that kept tripping me up, making me act differently than I ever had before. Making me think things I'd never thought before.

  But I also knew the truth of what Quinn was saying.

  I’d heard the horror stories, and Quinn had been kind enough to fill in the details of what I’d missed. Like the time Jonah had gone after a boy with a baseball just because he’d tried to ask her out on a date. I could only imagine how he would react to finding his best friend who was known as a player was dating his little sister.

  “As long as we have to,” Quinn said, answering my question as she pulled me back in, wrapping her arms around me in a way I had no defense against, “We could always leave the state.”

  “Now that seems a bit drastic,” I chuckled, giving in and hugging her back, “I suppose we can keep it a secret a little longer.”

  “Or a lot longer,” Quinn’s voice was muffled from where she was pressed against my chest and I chuckled again, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling. The other shoe was bound to drop sooner or later. I just hoped it was later. Much later.

  Chapter 21

  Quinn

  I sat back on my heels, rubbing at my aching spine but filled with a fierce joy as I looked around the front room. What was once a heap of rubble, crumbling plaster, and a fireplace on its last leg, now looked transformed.

  After pulling up the atrocious forty-year-old carpet to find the original farmhouse hardwood floors, it had taken weeks of elbow grease to get the floorboards cleaned, sanded down and re-stained but now they glowed with a deep amber sheen that set off the warm taupe and French gray color I'd just finished painting on the walls perfectly.

  Two months. Two months until the deadline. The thought echoed in my head, my constant companion over the past weeks as time had continued to speed by faster and faster. The main spaces were almost done but the bedrooms were all still half-finished and then there was the furnishing and decorating, the marketing and promotion.

  I’d found the time and scraped together enough to put a small ad in a local tourist magazine about the springs and surrounding area. I’d already gotten two calls about customers interested in booking a room for the summer. Now, I just had to make sure there were rooms they could sleep in.

  Panic tried to rise inside me. The same panic that told me I was a failure. The same panic that told me I could never make it, never be a success. Two months. How can I possibly finish this in two months? It’s impossible.

  I’ve done impossible things before, I reminded myself fiercely. I went to college when no one thought I could. I got out of this small town.

  And now you’re right back where you started, no better off now than you were then. For a moment, doubt threatened to beat me, but I pushed back. All I had to do was think about all the hours of hard work I’d put into the Mayhew house. How many hours Lily and Charlotte and the boys had put in. And Leo.

  The thought of him sent the last whisper of doubt fading away as confidence replaced it. I knew what I was doing. I knew I could turn this place into a successful business. And I knew I wasn’t doing it alone. That made all the difference.

  Things had begun to change between Leo and I. Deepen, become more serious. And it wasn't only our relationship that had changed. I had changed as well. I had never opened myself up to anyone like I had with Leo. Not just because Jonah would have beat the living daylights out of them, but because it was hard for me to trust. I could be honest with myself about that.

  Because of mom and dad. The thought echoed and I nodded to myself. I’d had plenty of years to determine just how badly my absentee, drug addict parents had screwed me up. A pang of guilt shot through me. They were gone now, I shouldn’t still feel guilty but there it was.

  It happened at odd moments. I’d be talking with Jonah or grocery shopping or any of the hundreds of normal everyday things we do and I would remember, like a bolt of lightning. My parents were dead. Even being at the ranch house was a reminder of them.

  Months had passed and I still didn’t know how to feel about it. Throwing myself into work had helped. And throwing yourself into Leo. I flushed at the stray thought, my heartbeat picking up its pace as a picture formed in my mind.

  “Hey, sunshine. There you are.”

  I jumped at the sound of Leo’s voice, wondering at first if I’d imagined it but when I glanced over my shoulder he was standing there in the doorway, all six foot of tall, dark, and so handsome it should be against the law of him.

  “H...hey.” I finally managed to mutter as I got to my feet.

  “How’s everything going down here?” Leo asked as he walked towards me, his gaze took in the trim I’d just finished painting. “It’s looking good.”

  “Isn’t it?” I looked around the room, feeling that same sense of satisfaction that had filled me earlier start to rise again. It really was looking good. The doubt tried to creep back in but I ignored it, shooting Leo a fierce smile instead. “What about upstairs?”

  “The upstairs bathroom is nearly ready. Just hooked up that fancy round bathtub you got.”

  "It's a Japanese soaking tub," I said, still smiling as I met him halfway in the middle of the room. "And, it's wonderful. Or it will be. For the guests."

  “Just for the guests?”

  I paused at the note of mischief in his voice, “What are you talking about?”

  His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as he whispered in my ear, “Want to go try it out?”

  Our eyes met for a moment but it wasn’t long before a husky laugh was bursting from my mouth.

  “We probably shouldn’t.” I said, trying to sound like the reasonable one but the thought of Leo, naked and dripping, was too much to resist, “Oh hell. Why not?”

  “That’s the spirit.” He grabbed my hand was tugging me along behind him up the stairs before the words were barely out of his mouth.

  By the time we reached the second floor I was already panting with desire and laughter. Leo tossed another mischievous grin over his shoulder at me, not stopping until we were falling through the open bathroom doorway.

  Before I had the chance to even see the tub, he was kissing me, blocking out everything else until all that was left in my world was him and the way his arms felt holding me tight against his hard body.

  I could feel the length of his erection beneath his paint-splattered jeans where his thigh pressed against my hip and the desire that was always on a simmer burst into full flame.

  “Leo, I want you.”

  "I want you too, sunshine," He gasped against my lips, "but damned if all I could think about all day was getting you wet and naked in this thing. What do you say? Make my fantasy come true?"

  I kissed him back with all the passion I had pent up inside me. It was all the answer either of us needed.

  The next instant he was moving, tearing at my clothes, pulling at the hem of my shirt but my mouth was fused with his and I didn’t want to let him go long enough to let him get it all the way off.

  He was like a fever in my veins, lighting me on fire and driving me higher and higher but there was only one thing that would satisfy me.

  “Leo, let’s skip the bath.” I whispered, feeling drunk from the kiss, “Maybe we should try out one of the bedrooms instead.”

  “There aren’t any beds in any of the rooms yet.” Leo countered, still pulling me towards the waiting bathtub that sat in the corner of the room.

  My lips curled up into a small smile that was swallowed as Leo kissed me again. After a moment, I pulled back, breathless and weak with wanting him.

  “We haven’t needed a bed before.”

  Leo threw back his head on a loud belly laugh, warmth and humor and some other emotion shining from his dark eyes. Something deeper a
nd sweeter than anything I’d seen before.

  “And who’s fault is that?” He drawled, his hands still moving, pulling my shirt over my head in one frantic movement before leaving a trail of kissed down the side of my neck.

  I could admit it. “Mine.”

  “That’s right. Yours.” He punctuated each word with another touch of his lips to my skin, “Now it’s my turn.”

  He didn’t wait for my answer before his mouth angled over mine, drawing whatever I might have said from my lips and drowning the words with his kiss. I could feel his hands, tracing every bare inch of skin they could find, and his tongue teasing mine. As if it had done so a million times, my body melted against him.

  We were so lost in each other that neither of us heard the footsteps outside the bathroom door until it was too late.

  “What the fuck is going on?”

  All the breath I had left shot from my lungs in a pained gasp.

  “Jonah! Just calm down-.”

  “Leo? What the fuck man, my sister? How could you?” Jonah’s face was red and mottled, his jaw so tense it looked like it was about to shatter as he glared at Leo. It’s like I hadn’t spoken, like I wasn’t there at all. That made it somehow so much worse.

  Leo flinched under his best friend’s angry stare, struggling for the words but before either of us could explain Jonah’s expression froze as he turned and walked away without another word.

  Chapter 22

  Quinn

  “Jonah! Jonah, wait!” I shouted, chasing after him but by the time I got down the stairs, I was too late. He’d already slammed the door of his truck and was peeling out of the driveway before I’d even made it outside.

  I slowed to a stop in the middle of the gravel lane, my heart in my throat and a feeling like a lead weight in the pit of my stomach. I had to swallow back a wave of nausea as even the sound of Jonah’s angry departure faded into silence.