by Aubrey Irons
Luckily, the water surface is enough to maybe conceal the fact that my rock-hard erection is threatening to tear a hole in my briefs.
Damn, this is like the mistake I just can’t let go of. If I was a smarter man - maybe if I were Bryce or something - I’d walk away right now. Erection be damned, I’d step out of this pool, call a driver for Quinn, and then leave. I’d find somewhere else to live that wasn’t ten feet up from where she sleeps, find a new team member for the outreach program, and just severe ties.
Of course, looking at her now with just the tips of her dark auburn hair getting wet in the pool, the tops of her breasts glistening with drops of water in the low light, and that unintentionally coy smile, I know that none of that is happening. Not in a million fucking years.
So instead, we sit on this submerged bench seat against the side of the pool in the shallow end, sipping scotch and just staring out over the neon forest of Manhattan.
“It’s pretty up here.” She takes a small sip of her drink, and I’m not even able to look away from the perfectly unintentionally sexy way her lips linger on the edge of the glass as she swallows.
“I like coming up here.”
“After fights?”
I nod. “Yeah, actually. It clears my head,” I say, as if my head is any fucking way clear right now with her sitting so close that I can almost feel her skin against mine.
But it’s true. I come up here after the fights because win or lose, it puts things in perspective for me. When I’m up here, surrounded by the trappings of wealth and power that I wield now, it forces me to remember where I am in life. That might sound absurd, or like some sort of douchebag “rich-guy problems” bullshit, but it’s something I’ve found I need. Because again, win or lose, I have to remind myself why I fight, and I fight because this life that William Archer gave me is precious. I came from nothing, and I was nothing before he saw something in us and dragged us out of that hole. I might truly hate being beholden to Javier and the fighting, but I know I owe William even more. There was the promise made to stand tall under the responsibilities and the trust he gave me, and owning up to that debt means more to me than anything.
And so, I fight.
“Listen, sorry about snapping at you back there at the warehouse. I just-” I take a sip of the scotch and then clear my throat. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you.”
She fidgets with her glass. “Sorry I followed and spied on you like a stalker.”
“I’d say it worked out alright,” I say, chancing a grin at her.
“Well, I think we’ve had quite enough encounters without me following you around looking for more.” Quinn says quickly, her cheeks blushing adorably as she takes a big sip of her drink.
“Oh?” I smirk at her. “And what kind of encounter were you looking for tonight, darlin?”
She stammers as her face goes bright red and she opens her mouth and closes it again quickly about three times before she just looks away. “That’s- that’s not what I meant.”
I grin at her. “Yeah but you’re dying to mean it.”
The voice in my head is screaming about how terrible an idea it is to be flirting with her like this. How I need to get up and just walk the fuck away right now. But she turns and looks into my eyes, and as her pouty lips just part, her tongue slips out to wet them. I can see her chest rising and falling with her every breath, and it’s almost too much for me to take before I end up ripping her panties off right here and driving my cock inside her.
I need her to roll her eyes, or smack me, or just walk away from me right now. I need a hit of reality right in the face for me to simmer the fuck down and just know how bad of an idea this is. How dangerous it is to play with this particular fire named Quinn Archer.
But instead, she does the exact fucking opposite. Instead, those big lashes of hers blink as she looks up into my face, her eyes wide and her teeth just gently biting at her lower lip as the flush from the pool and booze creeps over the tops of her breasts. And then she opens those pink, pouty lips. “Maybe.”
Yeah, fuck. I’m done.
My hand goes to her hair, and I grab a handful of it as I roughly bring her crashing against my lips. She moans out this sexy-as-fuck cooing sound as I growl into her mouth. Our breaths intermingling as our tongues slide together and our lips crush against the other hard enough to bruise.
She’s moaning into me, her hands running over my chest and dropping down over my abs. I grip the handful of hair tighter in my fist, loving the way she gasps into my kiss as I do. My other hand traces over her hip there and teases at the elastic of her panties. She drops her hand down into my lap, the boldness of the act from a girl like Quinn surprising me momentarily, but it’s only that much hotter because of it. Her fingers grasp at my cock through my briefs, pulling at me like she needs me, and I feel like I could explode right here and now.
She gasps out loud as I yank her head back, exposing her neck to my lips and my teeth as I nibble and not so gently suck my way down to her collarbone. I’m pulling at the straps of her bra, slipping them off her shoulders as she shudders and presses against me. Her hand still stroking my cock through the fabric.
“Fuck, Logan.” She gasps. “We- we can’t-”
“Yes,” I hiss out. “Yes we fucking can.” My hand slides down to grab her perfect curvy ass, and she whimpers, and that’s it for me.
I slide my hand around right between her thighs, and she moans as I push her panties aside to trace my fingertips over her lips. I push two of them deep inside, curling up against her as she cries out and bites my shoulder, and I suddenly want much more.
I let go of her hair and slide my fingers out of her before I grab her by the waist and bodily lift her onto the edge of the pool. My hands grab at the elastic of her thin little thong, and I tear it away from her body to her surprised gasp. And then she’s bare and open for my eyes, looking so fucking sexy and so fucking perfect perched naked on the edge of the pool like that. She’s got this look that’s both totally innocent and smolderingly sexy at the same damn time, and it’s making the blood roar in my ears.
She cries out and grabs me by the hair when I slide my mouth over her, tasting her pussy and devouring her like a starving man. She’s bucking wildly against me, and prim little Quinn Archer loudly moaning my name and rocking her sex against my face is possibly the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh fuck oh fuck, we- we can’t - we- oh GOD, oh FUCK, LOGAN!”
When she crashes over, it’s loud, and explosive, and she tastes like honey as she comes on my tongue.
Chapter Sixteen
Quinn
So, part of me is freaking out about what I’ve just done - again - with Logan because we work together. Another part of me is throwing a fit because of what my sisters would say, or my father for that matter. And then there’s a third part of me that can’t believe I just let that scenario happen again after all the moaning and groaning and sworn protesting to the contrary I’ve been doing over the last week or so.
But that doesn’t really matter, because all of me is very much into the reality that Logan Dempsey is kissing me hard on the mouth, with my legs wrapped around his waist and my body still throbbing from the feel of his tongue on me. I can taste my own sweetness on his lips, but instead of totally turning me off like I’d assume it would, I actually find myself kissing him harder, and deeper, and wanting even more from him.
God! what am I doing? I’ve spent the better part of my entire waking and even sleeping existence since the wedding cursing myself for letting this exact thing happen the first time. I’ve been practically useless at work since I’ve been spending my hours there staring at walls trying to shrink-talk my way out of thinking of this man all the damn time. But for all of my pep-talks, and vows, and lengthy internal monologues, where do I find myself?
Exactly where I swore I’d never be again, lip-locked and moaning against Logan Dempsey.
I should fire my inner-shrink.
> “More,” I whisper, grabbing at the bulge in the front of his briefs. He’s huge, and I feel a shudder of electric desire course through me at the sheer anticipation of what I want right now from him, and from this tool in my hand.
I’m slipping my hand under the elastic, feeling him growl into my mouth as my fingers tease down the trail of hair over his rock-hard abs, and lower until I-
“I hope I’m not interrupting, Logan.”
I shriek at the sound of the voice behind us, especially since I’m sitting here on the edge of the hotel pool totally naked with my legs wrapped around a mostly naked Logan. I see his face grow dark as he flashes a snarling look at the sound of the man’s voice behind me and before I know it, his powerful arms grab me off the edge and whirl me around behind him.
“What the fuck do you want, Javier.”
I’m hiding naked behind Logan’s broad back, and as I peep over his shoulder, my eyes go wide as I recognize the man leaning nonchalantly against the pool bar. He has the same look of dark humor on his face as he did back at the warehouse, when he confronted Logan after the fight. His long, slick black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and he arches a dark brow as he sees me peeking out from behind Logan.
“Well, well. So this is how the rich live large, huh?” His accent sounds Spanish, and he nods appreciatively as he looks around the deserted pool. “Nice booze, private pool parties, and a hot little doctor, huh Irish? You’ve got yourself set up nice and pretty now don’t you?”
It takes me a second to appreciate the sudden cold feeling of fear shooting through me, but then I place it, ‘hot little doctor’. How in the hell does this guy know anything about me?
“I’m going to ask you again,” Logan’s voice is dark and dangerous sounding. The muscles of his shoulders tensing and bunching. “What do you want, and how the fuck did you get up he-”
“Oh, give me a little credit, cabrón!” He grins at Logan. “You’re not the only guy who knows how to grease wheels my friend.” He reaches into his pocket, and Logan’s whole body tenses for a second. “Oh relax, Papi. You just forgot this.” He tosses a bundle of something at Logan, and as it’s not until it splashes down in front of us and sits there floating in the pool that I realize it’s a bundle of cash with a rubber-band around it.
A bundle of cash that looks a whole lot like the blood-stained one from his pocket that first night.
“I told you, I don’t want it.”
Javier grins wickedly. “Oh, but I want you to have it!”
Logan’s jaw tightens and I can hear a growl at the back of his throat as I clutch at his back. “I don’t need it.”
Javier’s grin drops in an instant. “I don’t give a shit what you need, marica.” The warmness in his voice from before, however fake, is dropped like a rock. “You take it ‘cause I want it to remind you of our deal.”
I lean into his ear. “Logan, what-”
Javier chuckles. “Yeah I bet she doesn’t know, does she? I bet she’s just got no idea what sort of shit you and me got up to before her daddy swooped in and wrote you a blank fucking check.”
Wait, what? A million questions whirl through my head, none of which I can ask right now given our circumstances.
“Hey, chica.” Javier’s eyes narrow as he grins at me over Logan’s shoulder. “Stick around with this guy and you’re gonna get burned, baby.” Javier cackles at that one, as if he’s just told the joke of the century. “Yeah this one likes deserting things he starts, don’t you, Irish!”
Logan’s hands start to close into tight fists. “You have five seconds to walk the fuck out of here before I throw you over the edge.”
Javier chuckles again. “Just keepin you on your toes, pendejo. Just keeping you on your toes.” He looks at me again and blows me an air kiss that makes my skin crawl and my nose wrinkle. “You have a good night too, baby. If you get tired of this loser, you come find Javier, okay?”
He nods as he looks around the pool area again. “Not bad, Irish. Not fuckin bad.” He gives Logan one last look before he turns and heads towards the elevators, leaving us alone.
It takes me another few seconds to find any words at all. “Ok, what was that?”
Logan pulls away before turning to me. “I need to take you home.” He moves away and steps out of the pool.
“Logan, talk to me. What was that guy talking ab-”
“Let’s just go, alright? I should bring you home.” He holds a towel out for me, and I blush before he turns his head as I step nude from the pool and grab the towel around my body. He turns back to me with this hard glint in his eyes like he’s wrestling with something inside.
And so much of me wants to ask him what that battle inside is. What he’s fighting against even now, when it’s just the two of us. And I want to know what this whole thing was - the part with Javier, but also, and maybe even more-so, the part before.
I look at him and see the man that was open to me when it was just him and I, in that one perfect moment in time.
But the way his face betrays nothing now, as he snatches his keys off the table and yanks a shirt over his head tells me that openness is now closed. The walls are back up, and I’m suddenly furious with myself for letting myself fall for all of this again, and making the same goddamn mistake all over again.
“Fine.” I say quickly, yanking my shorts back up and snatching my t-shirt up. “Take me the hell home.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Look, I’m sorry you had to see that back th-”
“It’s fine.” Quinn’s arms are crossed over her chest, her face as stiff as her body and staring straight ahead as the elevator in our building slowly rises.
“Quinn, there’s a lot more to-”
“Logan, it’s fine.” She snaps, her jaw tightening and her eyes still looking right in front of her.
The door opens at her floor, and she starts to step right past me when I stick my arm out, stopping her as I jam my thumb against the close door button. The elevator starts to rise and her face flashes fiercely as she whirls on me. “What the fuck are you-”
“You don’t get it, do you!” My voice is louder and harsher than I mean it to be, but it certainly gets her attention . Her eyes flash fire as she glares at me. The door opens to my floor, and Quinn shakes her head and makes to move past me again. I grab her by the wrists this time, shoving her back against the elevator door-well. “This little dance we got going on, darlin?” I’m close to her, so close that I can feel the heat of her breath across my lips and the heave of her breasts against my chest. “Well it’s gotta stop.”
“Well the sooner you get your fucking hands off of me, the sooner I’ll be all too happy for it to!”
She tries to yank her hands away from me but I hold her fast, the heat and the naked tension almost palatable in the air between us. “Goddamnit, Quinn! Will you just fucking listen to me for one fucking second! I’m trying to tell you tha-”
“Oh, save me, Logan,” Quinn cuts me off, rolling her eyes. “What is this, the part where you give me some sort of bullshit line about how you can’t get me out of my head?” She shakes her head in disgust. “Well it’s not going to-”
“If I can’t get you out of my head it’s because you’re the only fucking thing I want in my head!”
The hallway goes pin-drop silent but for the sounds of our breathing. Her eyes dance across mine in wild tango, her chest rising and falling quickly with the pounding of her pulse that I can feel in her wrists beneath my fingers. And I know if we say one more thing at all, the fire that’s barely being held back will engulf us both, and burn until there’s nothing left but her and I in this singular moment.
Her lips part, and as the word comes whispering from her lips, it’s all over. “Logan-”
My mouth crashes against hers, and she’s whimpering as she kisses me fiercely, her tongue eagerly sliding between my lips as I grab her ass and haul her into my arms.
I practically tear the sliding door off its track as
we come crashing into my loft, her legs wrapped around my waist and her mouth attacking my neck. My hands are grabbing that sweet, tight and curvy ass of hers as I kick the door shut behind us and walk straight towards the only piece of furniture in the whole apartment. I toss her down onto the bed as we’re yanking our clothes off, barely able to tear our eyes away from each other. She skims off her shorts, letting me see all of her since we left her torn panties wherever I tossed them back at the hotel pool. I let my jeans drop and my cock spring out, I love the look of need in her eyes as she licks her lips when her eyes drop hungrily to my erection. It’s a move that would look outright slutty on any other girl in the world, but the way it looks on her just makes my pulse thud like a fucking jackhammer.
“On your fucking knees, darlin. Now.” I growl at her, wrapping my hand around my cock and stepping towards the bed where she’s sprawled out.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of a bossy fucking asshole?” She raises an eyebrow at me as a grin teases her lips.
“Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a dirty mouth, Doc?”
Her grin curls, looking downright wicked. “Oh you have no idea how dirty my mouth can get.”
Dear Lord, take me now.
She giggles at the look of shock I can’t even try to hide on my face at her words. “Actually, I don't think you could even handle it.”
She smirks again at my stunned silence. This girl is incredible.
Before I can even come up with something snarky to say, she’s flipped around and sliding off the edge of the bed onto her knees. She’s looking up at me, her legs spread as she kneels on the floor, and I would literally give every cent I own for a camera right at this moment. She opens her mouth as she looks up at me, slowly sticking her tongue out and barely grazing the head of my cock with it.