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by Jenika Snow


  I stared down at my textbook. It was a Friday night, and here I was, sitting in the library, studying for a test I didn’t have for another week. But I had no interest in hanging out with the friend I’d made, and I had no desire to hang out at home and watch reruns with my mother either.

  I was happy for my parents, though; glad they could finally own that really nice house they’d always wanted. I was happy my dad got the promotion he so deserved, and that all those years of busting his ass had paid off.

  But I was depressed, and no amount of talking to Quinn, even if it was several times a day, could help that.

  I just needed to be with him.

  He was my soul mate, my other half, and not having him by my side was torture. For so long we’d been together, talking, laughing, hell, just staring at the stars in that cornfield as the silence stretched on. If two people were meant to be together, it was he and I.

  I lifted my phone and hit the calendar app, staring at the days I’d already marked off before I could see him again. I was about to set my phone down when it started vibrating. Looking around to make sure I wouldn’t disrupt anyone, I saw I was alone and answered my cell.

  “Hi,” I said softly, the smile covering my face instantly.

  “Hey, baby.” Quinn’s deep voice always sent shivers through me. “What are you doing?”

  I looked down at my textbook and pushed it away. “Thinking of you.”

  His deep chuckle had my body heating in the best of ways.

  “I’m always thinking about you, Isabel.”

  God, I loved to hear him say those kinds of things, words that were sweet and endearing, but that also made me wish I could fall into his powerful embrace. “I wish you were here right now,” I found myself saying, even though I’d told myself I wouldn’t do that to him, wouldn’t make this situation any more difficult.

  It was hard enough on both of us.

  Quinn

  For the last month, there wasn’t anything I wanted more than to tell Isabel I wasn’t letting her go without a fight … that I’d be with her soon. A year was far too long to be apart from her, even if we could have found a way to see each other during that time. I needed her by my side, an arm’s length reach from me.

  Obsessive.

  Possessive.

  Territorial.

  I was all of those things and more when it came to Isabel.

  I’d gone to her house first. Her mother had been surprised, of course, and as much as I would have liked to speak to her more, catch up, I was here because of Isabel.

  I’d come to be with my girl.

  Here I was behind a bookshelf, staring at the person that meant the world to me, and having to use a lot of self-control not to just go to her. But as I took that first step, I watched her stand and pack up her stuff. I asked her about her day, just wanting to hear her voice.

  “And no fuckers going after you?” I asked, tracking her movements through the library. She laughed, but I was being serious. I could admit I was one jealous motherfucker when it came to Isabel.

  “No, of course not. I don’t give anyone the time of day.” She stepped out of the library and made her way to her car. I’d parked right next to her, the back of my car crammed with boxes, and a small trailer that held the rest of my meager possessions. Since Brae had gotten me a job here with a guy he worked with, and it included room and board, I would be able to save up for a place for my girl and me when she was finished with school.

  “I miss you,” I said and followed her to her car, staying behind enough that she couldn’t hear me talking to her, not just yet anyway. She exhaled, and I could see from her profile that she looked so damn sad.

  “Me too.” But then she stopped at the trunk of her car, staring at my vehicle. I could see the realization, the confusion, and finally, the shock filter across her face. I was a few feet behind her now, waiting for her to turn around and see me. Standing still and not pulling her close was hard as fuck.

  “Quinn?” she whispered and finally turned around. We locked stares, and the phone fell from her hand, clattering to the ground.

  I didn’t think about anything else but shoving my cell in my pocket and heading for her. I pulled her close to me, cupped the back of her head, and whispered in her ear. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I don’t understand,” she whispered, and I could hear her crying. She pulled away, and I smiled down at her. I brushed away a tear with my thumb, then leaned down to kiss the other side of her face, brushing my lips over the salty wetness.

  “I told you everything would be okay, that I’d make everything work out.”

  “But school, money? And what about your parents? They were okay—”

  I kissed her, stopping her from saying anything else. After several seconds, and when I knew she was good and breathless for me, I pulled away. “I had enough credits to graduate early, and I’ve been working toward being able to come out here with a job and place to stay.” I cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes. “And my mom and dad know how much I love you. They know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to be with you.” I stroked her cheek. “Nothing could keep me from you.”

  “You did all of that for me?” she asked with wonder in her voice.

  I shook my head. “Isabel, there isn’t anything on this fucking planet I wouldn’t do for you.” I leaned in close, so we were eye to eye. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for us.”

  “God, how did I get so lucky?” She was crying again, and I smiled.

  “I’m the lucky one.” And I was. God, I was so fucking lucky to have her in my life, to have her as mine.

  Epilogue One

  Isabel

  Two years later

  The last two years had been hard financially and with both of our schedules. Since Quinn had shown up and surprised me, dropped his life behind to come to me, we’d made it work.

  There was nothing else we wanted more.

  After I graduated high school, I’d decided to stay. Since Quinn had uprooted his life to be with me, I’d applied at a community college in town. It didn’t matter where I went to school, as long as we were together. Besides, I told myself I could get all of my core classes done anywhere.

  But after being here for two years, and now done with all my prerequisite classes, I’d applied to the local collage. Quinn was taking classes as well, slowly, but he was getting his business degree to help manage the construction business Mitchell owned; the guy had given him a job and place to stay when he moved out here.

  I closed my book and got up off the couch, hearing the lawnmower cut off. Our house was a one-room rental, and although it was small, it beat the hell out of living with Mitch or with my parents.

  Leaning against the window, I pulled the curtain aside and saw Quinn bent over the lawnmower, messing with something on it. He was shirtless, his big body even more muscular since working construction. Sweat gleamed off his body, and as if we hadn’t been a couple for the last two years and had enough sex to last us a lifetime, my body instantly reacted.

  I grew wet and needy, my body wanting the thing only Quinn could give me.

  He turned then, lifted his arm, and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his forearm. I watched the play of muscles moving along his arm, at the way the sinew flexed under the golden skin, at the way power came off him like another entity.

  And then he turned and looked at me, and all I could see was us naked, and his very sweaty body pressed against mine.

  He came toward the house, pulled the door open, and went into the kitchen. I heard the water turn on and a second later it kicked off. When he came back to where I stood, he was drying his hands off, the pleasure on his face instant as he looked me up and down.

  I knew what was coming. I anticipated it. We were only feet apart now, both of us breathing heavily, the arousal moving between us. It was as if, as the seconds ticked by, the arousal bounced between us, growing, becoming this raging inferno.


  “I want you,” he said in a scratchy voice.

  I lowered my gaze and saw how hard he was for me. “I can see you do.” He made this low sound in his throat, and God, did that turn me on. I watched beads of sweat trail down his hard, tattooed body, and every erogenous zone in me heightened, came alive, and screamed out to give in.

  I could smell him from where I stood, all clean male sweat and need for me. He came closer then, his head lowered, his eyes focused on me. I backed away, knowing he liked the chase, that he liked me to play hard to get. When the wall stopped me, he leaned his face in close to me.

  “You feel what you do to me?” He pressed his erection into my belly, and I shamelessly moaned at the feeling. It felt like he was hiding a steel pipe between his legs. Another gush of wetness slipped out of me, and I shifted, trying to get closer.

  His mouth was so close to mine that I just wanted to lean in and kiss him. But I liked having him take control.

  He kept his eyes trained right at me, but instead of kissing me like I desperately wanted, he dragged his lips along my cheek. Not able to hold my eyes open at the feeling, I let my head fall back against the door.

  He ground his dick into me again, over and over, until I found myself reaching up and holding onto his biceps for support. He was rock hard and tense beneath my palms, and I slid my hands over the bulging definition of his arms.

  “If you want me,” I whispered, “take me.”

  “Fuck. You can’t say that shit, or I’ll come right in my jeans.”

  He moved his lips along the shell of my ear, and a shiver worked through me. He groaned and pressed his entire length against me, making me see and feel that he was ready for me.

  “No one will ever compare to you.” His tongue continued along the shell of my ear, and I moaned. He pulled away only enough that he had his mouth close to mine once more. “You smell so fucking good,” he growled.

  Then his mouth was on mine, and was running his tongue along my bottom lip. I heard his nails dig into the door. I opened my mouth, took his tongue between my lips, and sucked on it. He tasted spicy, yet sweet: salty, yet masculine.

  “I don’t want slow,” I moaned.

  “Good, because I wasn’t going to give it to you that way.”

  Quinn

  I was so fucking hard I could have driven nails through steel.

  My cock throbbed, and all I wanted to do was lose it with her. A groan left me at the image that thought conjured up. I didn’t break our kiss as I reached between us with one hand and all but tore the button from her pants, ripped the zipper down, and tried to push the material down her legs. Fuck, I needed her naked now.

  Isabel was hot and sweet and surrendering herself to me. She knew I needed her, and her body was primed for me. When she put her hands on my chest and pushed me away, taking a step back was a really hard fucking thing to do. But she wasn’t stopping this, I could tell. No, we were just getting started.

  Isabel removed her pants, shirt, and her bra in record time; I reached down and palmed my cock through my jeans. I all but ripped my button off, pulled the zipper down, and got out of my jeans. Maybe I should have showered first, but the thought of having her like this, dirty and raw, turned me the fuck on.

  I slipped my thumbs under the edge of her panties and pushed them down her legs. Fuck, the material was soaking wet, and it was all because of me.

  I could have come just listening to her rapid breathing, because I knew she was panting like that because she was so turned on.

  I looked down at her pussy. That trimmed triangle of hair covering her cunt drove me wild, and I made this low sound of need. Possessive need slammed into me, and I knew this would be a fast, hard fuck.

  I looked at her tits, those perfect C-cups that had pre-cum slipping out of the slit on my cock. I could imagine my cum all over those glorious globes.

  There was a lot of dirty shit I wanted to do to her right now, but before I could even move, she got down on her knees and had my cock in her hand.

  “Fuck,” I whispered harshly.

  My fucking cock pointed right at her mouth, and fortunately she didn’t tease me, because I didn’t have the control to handle that right now.

  She tightened her palm around my shaft, and this strangled noise left me. I slammed my hand on the wall in front of me when she took the head into the hot, wet confines of her suctioning mouth. I couldn’t help closing my eyes as she started to mouth fuck me.

  “That’s it, baby. That’s so fucking it.”

  She took as much as she could, hollowed out her cheeks, and relaxed her throat.

  “Oh. Yeah.”

  Isabel made a humming noise around me and I groaned, curling my hand into a fist on the wall, praying I didn’t shoot my load in her mouth. I wanted my cock deep in her cunt when I did that.

  And then she deep throated me, and I nearly lost it. The head of my cock nudged the back of her throat, but she didn’t give up. She reached down, took my balls in one hand, and gave them a squeeze that bordered on pain.

  “Fucking hell. Yes, Isabel.” I had to stop her or I’d come, and I didn’t want it to end like this. I wanted her coming for me first. I helped her to her feet, grabbed her chin with my hand, and tilted her head back. Then I kissed her until she was clinging to me, as if she couldn’t stand on her own.

  I pulled away and looked down at her mouth. Her lips were swollen and red, and a surge of proprietary need slammed into me, knowing I’d made them look like that. I slammed my mouth on hers again.

  Moving one of my hands down her back and over the generous mounds of her ass, I groaned when I felt the nice, full weight under my palm. I squeezed the globe and dug my fingers into the warm, soft flesh.

  “You’ve got a fucking juicy ass, Isabel.” I licked at the inside of her mouth. I gave her ass cheek a swat and loved when she breathed out roughly. “You like when I have my dick all up in you back here?” She didn’t answer verbally, just nodded. “Yeah, you do.” I kissed her harder. “You like when I’m stretching you, making you feel so full you feel like you might split in two?”

  “God, yes, Quinn.”

  I growled low in approval.

  “Harder,” she breathed, and I squeezed her ass cheek with more force.

  “There will be bruises come morning if I go much harder,” I gritted out, wanting to go so fucking hard, but also not wanting to hurt her.

  “Good,” she breathed out against my mouth. “You know I want your mark on me.”

  Christ.

  My girl was a freak, and I fucking loved it.

  I was rougher, harder, smacking her ass cheek, digging my fingers into her flesh until she gasped and shook for me.

  I ran my tongue over the underside of her jaw, licking her flesh, tasting the salty sweetness that covered her. When I got to her ear, I ran my tongue over the shell, loving how she shivered for me and dug her nails into my biceps. “I want to be inside you right now,” I said on a harsh groan.

  “I want you inside me, Quinn.”

  Using my other hand, I gripped her behind one knee and lifted her leg up to wrap it around my waist. If she wanted my cock in her, I’d give her every thick, long inch.

  I reached between our bodies, took hold of my cock and started rubbing the head of my dick up and down her slit. My cock head was getting nice and wet from her cream, and I had to clench my jaw to try and hold off from shooting my load on her.

  Without anymore waiting, I grabbed her ass with my other hand, lifted her slight weight easily, and grunted when she wrapped her other leg around my waist. She was so spread for me, her cunt warm, wet, and my cock right between her folds, absorbing it all.

  She dug her heels into the small of my back, and I reached between us to position my dick head at her pussy hole. Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I surged into her body, a harsh bark leaving me at how tight and hot she was.

  I’d never get enough of this, never get enough of how good she felt.

  I pounded into
her, thrusting my cock deep in her, wanting to feel my tip hit her cervix, wanting my cum shooting right up in her and getting her pregnant.

  God, the very thought of her big with my baby had me nearly busting a nut right here.

  “Oh yeah. Fuck, Isabel.” I pounded into her, knowing I was being too rough but not able to help myself. She held on, licked at my ear, ran her teeth along the flesh, and my whole body shook for her.

  Up against the wall sex was hot, but she needed to be in our bed beneath me as I fucked the hell out of her.

  Holding her tight and making sure my cock stayed right in her cunt, I turned and made my way toward our room. I kicked the bedroom door open and it slammed against the wall, the picture hanging beside it rattling from the force. I had her in the center of the bed a second later, my body blanketing her, and I started thrusting like a madman. I held her legs open and watched my cock sink in and out of her, her pussy stretched white, the skin pink, soaked.

  Sliding my hands down the inside of her thighs. I framed her pussy and placed my thumbs right by her cunt hole. I pulled the skin out slightly, and a moan left her.

  “More,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around me.

  “You want more?” I ground out.

  “Yes,” she said in a rush, her head now tilted back, her eyes closed and her mouth parted.

  I placed my thumb on the hard little nub at the top of her pussy and rubbed the fuck out of it, wanting her coming for me. She writhed on the bed and started lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. The sloppy sound of her wet pussy sucking at my cock filled the room, made me drunk, frenzied. The sweet, musky smell of her pussy rose up like an undercut to my jaw.

  God, it was so fucking hot.

  “Come on, baby. I want you to come for me.”

  “Oh,” she whispered, and her pussy milked my shaft.

  And like a good girl, she was coming for me.

  The rhythmic pull of her inner muscles milking my dick would have sent me over the edge, but I wasn’t ready to have this end yet. When her tremors subsided, I forced myself to pull out. I wanted my face buried in her cunt, wanted her cream covering my mouth, her juices down my throat. I wanted her to get off with my tongue and lips.

 

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