Holding You

by Jewel E. Ann

  Lifting my hips, I tried to rub against his naked erection. “I think you may.”

  He flipped me on my stomach, pinning both of my hands above my head with one of his. He knelt between my legs spreading them with his knees. “Lift up that sexy ass of yours, baby.”

  I pulled my knees under me. His free hand kneaded my breasts, pulling my nipples into hard peaks, then he moved down and stroked my sex until I was dripping wet with desire and need for him. He sucked on his wet fingers which still made me blush from head to toe, but easily turned me on at the same time.

  “Mmm, I missed the taste of you.”

  He then slipped his fingers into my mouth and I sucked them tasting both of us at once. As I was sucking his fingers he lined his length up at my entrance then slammed into me.

  “Ah, Christ, Addy I wanted to take it slow but it’s been too long, baby.”

  He pulled part way out and repeated.

  “Ah, oh my God!” I yelled.

  Relentlessly he pulled out then slammed back into me so hard my body inched up the bed. Every thrust hit deep into my g-spot causing me to feel almost dizzy with sensation overload. His pace picked up and he kissed my back leaving a wet trail with his tongue. He let go of my hands allowing me to brace myself better so I didn’t ram into the headboard. With one hand on my breast and the other at my clit, he brought us both to orgasm within seconds of each other, each of us moaning the other’s name.

  He laid me on my back and feathered kisses along every inch of my body. Words were not necessary. I felt his love with each touch.

  We spent the rest of the day in bed, only getting up for food and bathroom breaks. After that first intense time in the morning, everything else was patient, slow, sensual lovemaking. My body belonged to Quinn and I loved how he worshiped it. He made me feel sexy, beautiful, wanted, needed, and very loved.

  After showering for the third time that day, we decided to curl up on my couch with a big bowl of popcorn and a movie of my choice: Pitch Perfect. Quinn rolled his eyes at my choice, but he hadn’t seen it so I felt confident he would change his attitude by the end. I was right. He laughed throughout the whole movie, but in stubborn Quinn fashion, he still just called it “okay.” I think it was his attempt at payback but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of arguing with him.

  We stayed spooned on the couch under a blanket with dim lighting around us for awhile after the movie ended.

  “What type of business did you have in Chicago?”

  “More loose ends with my dad’s stuff.”

  “Such as?”

  He sighed. I could tell it wasn’t something he wanted to talk about. “Legal stuff. My dad got into an unfortunate situation with one of his companies many years ago and the legal ramifications from it have been ongoing.”

  “How did he die?” His body tensed around mine but I couldn’t see his face, so I waited for a response even if it was not an answer.

  “Suicide.”

  Shit, me and my big mouth.

  Another sigh. “It wasn’t ruled a suicide but that’s what it was. When the legal issues started, my dad took to drinking, a lot. He was never abusive toward anyone else, but he became reckless. He had a driver but insisted on driving himself to burn off some steam.”

  I waited but Quinn didn’t continue.

  “That’s the call you received that day in Milwaukee, that he had been in an accident?”

  “No, the accident happened three months earlier. He was on life support and that was the day my mother signed the papers to have him taken off it. I couldn’t be there to watch. I hated him. He was such a coward.”

  I rolled over to face him. His eyes were glazed as he absently stroked his fingers down my arm. I wrapped myself around him, and we held each other until sleep took us both.

  *

  “Morning, beautiful.” Quinn kissed the top of my head. We were still cuddled naked under the blanket on the couch.

  “Mmm, don’t move. I could stay here forever,” I mumbled into his chest.

  “I leave tomorrow morning, so our forever on your couch is about a day.”

  “You’re such a downer.” I pouted.

  He hitched my leg over his hip and eased his hard length into me. “I wouldn’t really say I’m a downer, would you?”

  “Ah, good morning, Mr. Cohen, welcome back.” I grinned before kissing the smirk on his face and tilting my hips further into his, encouraging him to start moving against me. We took our time slowly making love. He knew all the places I liked being touched and I knew all the ways to make his breath hitch. I loved driving him crazy. He was my addiction and I could have happily died on a Quinn high.

  By the time we had both found our own release, we were all sweaty and tangled in the blanket.

  “Mac and Evan invited us over to their house for dinner tonight. We don’t have to go but—”

  “I’d love to go.” Quinn pulled me on top of him and ran his fingers through my hair that flowed down my back.

  “You would?”

  “Of course. You consider them your only family so I’d like to get to know them … maybe make nice before I sweep you away from here to live with me.”

  “Mr. Presumptuous today, huh?”

  “Mr. Hopeful is more like it. Every morning I wake up that I’m not buried inside you is another wasted day of my life.”

  “Ah, how romantic … in your own twisted, sex crazed way.”

  “Twisted, not really, but yes, completely sex crazed. If I weren’t my own boss, I’d be without a job. I can’t focus on work, and I have to cut out of meetings early to whack off in my office because my mind is always on you, which leaves me with a perpetual hard-on.”

  I busted out in a fit of laughter. “Whatever.”

  “I’m serious. If you move to New York you can come to work with me every day and help relieve my tension so I can be more productive.”

  “Oh, okay, so you think I’m going to go all Monica on you and just camp out under your desk waiting to service you?”

  “No, you’d be too cramped under there all day. I have a nice leather couch in my office. I was thinking about tying you to it naked … Shit! I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” He tried to push into me again but I rolled off him.

  “Where are you going?” he pleaded in a strained voice.

  “Food, babe. You know this vixen needs food to keep up with her insatiable Latin sex god.”

  “Okay, I’ll give you ten minutes to throw something in the microwave for us then get your sexy ass back here.”

  “Whoa! First of all, I don’t even own a cancerwave, and second, you distracted me from having my banana oat pancakes yesterday morning so I’m having them today.”

  “Oooh, you might talk me off the couch after all. I like your pancakes, maybe not as much as I like distracting you, but they are great.”

  “You know I could teach you how to make them, then you could serve me breakfast in bed.”

  “Baby, if you move in with me, I’ll make you anything you want, anytime you want.”

  “That’s a big promise … don’t forget the last ‘anything you want’ promise you made.”

  “Ugh, trust me, losing over one hundred thousand dollars of my personal property to a silent auction that raised half that amount of money is not something I will be forgetting very soon. It may take even longer for me to forgive you.”

  I snickered. “Fine by me since I’m not sorry anyway.”

  “How would you feel if I sold off your favorite belongings for a charity of my choice?”

  I shrugged. “Proud.”

  “Proud?” He sat his naked ass down on my barstool and watched me mix the batter.

  “Absolutely. You can never give too much and in time, it all comes back to you in the most unexpected ways.”

  “You mean to tell me there’s nothing you’re overly attached to?”

  I looked back over my shoulder and winked at him while I bit my bottom lip. “You.”

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p; He gave me a goofy look, questioning my seriousness.

  “I’m not saying I don’t like things, I just don’t need most of them and they don’t make me happy.”

  “What planet are your from?” he asked, still dumbstruck by my comment.

  “Planet Awesome.” I turned toward him with my fists on my hips and my chest puffed out in superhero fashion.

  His sexy chuckle reverberated from his chest as he gave me my favorite grin. “That you are, baby, that you are.”

  *

  We spent the rest of the day, laughing, talking, snacking, and of course, having lots of sex. Quinn spotted my chess set and challenged me to a friendly game. I agreed and gave him a run for his money, but he eventually won. I was a fan of his overinflated ego if I was the one voluntarily feeding it. We started getting ready to go to Mac and Evan’s by five, even though dinner wasn’t until seven. We had to allow plenty of time for shower sex, closet sex, and door sex. We were still piecing our clothes back together as we walked out the back door.

  “Car sex?” Quinn asked suggestively.

  I smiled. “You obviously forgot what type of car Karma is.”

  Just as we rounded the corner of the building Quinn got his first look at Karma. He was speechless and I couldn’t blame him. She was a real beaut. Aside from her flashy cherry red paint, she was tastefully adorned with meaningful bumper stickers such as the religious symboled “COEXIST” representing religious freedom, tolerance, and understanding; The Earth has music for those who listen; Prius Pride; My car sips gas, Yours sucks!; Water-More Precious than Gold; Save the Planet, Kill your Ego; Save the Bees; Mother Nature Has Been Good To You, Return the Favor; Practice Random Acts of Greenness; Hug me I’m a Vegan; Eat Leaf not Beef; Visualize World Peas; and I Think Therefore I’m Vegan.

  “She’s amazing isn’t she?” I beamed with pride.

  Quinn’s eyes were the size of saucers. “She’s uh … wow, I mean … there are no words.”

  “I know, right? I’ve had her for over ten years and I still get excited about driving her. She’s the only possession I have that might tug at my heartstrings to let go.”

  Quinn nodded while biting his top lip. He traced his fingers over her rough spots.

  “Poor thing, huh? She’s not exactly a young girl anymore. She’s had her share of unfortunate incidents.” I pouted.

  “Yeah, um, dents definitely being the operative word,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

  “I call them bruises and wrinkles. Anyway, we’d better get going.”

  He walked around to the driver’s side and I followed him. “Sorry, babe, I don’t let anyone else drive her, not even Mac. I just don’t want to see anything happen to her and someone else feel guilty about it.”

  He laughed but when I didn’t join in he stopped. “Oh, you’re serious?”

  “As a heart attack. Just go get in and enjoy the ride. Besides, you don’t know where to go.”

  After a moment’s pause, Quinn got in on the passenger side and we buzzed off to Mac and Evan’s.

  He didn’t say much on the way but as we walked up to their door, Quinn grabbed me and pulled me in for a knock-me-off-my-feet kiss.

  “Whoa, what was that for?” I asked out of breath.

  “You. Just when I think you can’t get any more amazing you do. I’ve fallen so hard for you, my beautiful girl, you completely take my breath away.”

  “It’s Karma. She makes me look better than I am.”

  He swatted me on the butt and guided me up the front steps. “Karma is … something else, but trust me, you make the car, the car doesn’t make you.”

  “Addy!” Mac yelled, opening the door before we even reached it. She pulled me in for a big hug before acknowledging Quinn.

  “Quinn, good to see you again.” She hugged him too, but I suspected it was to size up the feel of his muscular physique.

  “Mackenzie, nice to see you again too. Thank you for the dinner invitation.” He could charm the socks off of a rattle snake, and Mac was no exception to his powerful spell.

  “Come on in, it’s freezing outside.” She closed the door behind us and took our coats.

  “Did you have to dig Karma out of a snow drift?” she teased.

  “No, she’s protected by the carport, you know that.”

  “So, Quinn, what do you think of old Karma?” Mac asked while giving him a sly wink.

  “If you know what’s good for you man, I wouldn’t answer that,” Evan’s voice sounded from the living room as we entered. He walked up to Quinn with his shoulders back and giving an easy nod offered his hand. “Hi, I’m Evan. It’s nice to meet you.”

  Quinn accepted his hand. “Quinn, and the feeling’s mutual.”

  “Have a seat. Dinner’s almost done. Can I get you something to drink?”

  “Water’s fine, thank you,” Quinn replied.

  Evan looked at me. “Water’s fine for me too, Evan, thanks”

  “Oh come on, Addy, just one glass of red wine with me. Evan’s on his second beer and I shouldn’t drink a whole bottle by myself,” Mac called from the kitchen.

  I glanced at Quinn, knowing how much he hated his alcoholic father, I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

  He smiled and it was carefree, not at all disapproving.

  “Just one glass, Evan,” I conceded.

  “Great, I’ll be right back with the drinks after I see if Mac needs anything in the kitchen.”

  After Evan left the room, Quinn whispered in my ear, “You can drink without my permission.”

  I don’t know why it surprised me that he’d read my body language so accurately. “I know, I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” I returned.

  “Addy, I’m not an alcoholic. It’s just a choice I’ve made, okay?” He kissed my temple, pulling me into him.

  I hugged him back. “I love you, Quinny.”

  He grabbed my sides and tickled me until I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Mac and Evan walked in just as I was doubled over laughing and squealing.

  “Do you two need a minute?” Mac asked, raising her eyebrows.

  Quinn sat back with one arm on the couch behind me and one ankle resting on the opposite knee looking all “Cool Joe.” I, on the other hand, was blushing red with disheveled hair sticking to my face. As I straightened out my sweater, I looked at Mac and Evan. “We’re fine. Quinn’s just trying to deal out some payback.”

  “Good luck with that, Quinn. Don’t let Addy fool you. She’s very competitive,” Mac shared as she sat down next to Evan.

  “Well, then she might have a bruised ego from the chess game I beat her at earlier,” Quinn quipped with a smirk.

  The room fell silent as Evan and Mac gave each other confused looks and then shared the same expression with me and then Quinn.

  “What?” Quinn questioned.

  I avoided eye contact with him and tried to give Mac and Evan my best warning glare without Quinn seeing me. Unfortunately my warning went unnoticed, or most likely unheeded, by both Mac and Evan.

  Mac cleared her throat. “I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, Quinn, but you didn’t beat Addy at chess. She let you win.”

  “What? No way, we played for almost two hours and it was close but I simply was the better player in the end. I’ve played for years and I would know if someone was letting me win.”

  His ego was on the defensive and I’d wished they would just let it go, but I knew better.

  Evan tried to help Quinn understand. “Have you heard of Bobby Fisher?”

  “Sure, why?”

  Quinn studied Mac and Evan’s tight smiled expressions then looked at me. I glanced up at him with a wrinkle-faced, contrite expression.

  “What are you? Some sort of chess grandmaster or world champion?” Quinn’s brow knitted together as he tilted his head to the side and scratched his stubbly jaw.

  “No, nothing like that. It’s more like I see the board differently than most people do, that’s all.”

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nbsp; “She’s so downplaying this, Quinn, but I know Addy hates being the center of attention so we’ll just drop it. Besides, dinner is ready,” Mac declared, standing and walking to the kitchen with Evan in tow.

  As I started to stand Quinn pulled me back down to whisper in my ear. “The only thing I despise worse than being duped is being embarrassed in front of your friends. Don’t be surprised if when we get back to your place I tie you to the bed and not let you orgasm for hours.” He sounded angry.

  I looked at him with a questioning grin. “Really? That’s the card you want to play? Unless an ex-boyfriend shows up for dinner and fondles me in front of everyone while you have to sit there feeling humiliated, then I’m pretty sure I’m not the one who will be bound and tortured later. Okay, pumpkin?” I plastered on a fake smile and confidently strutted my way to the dining room. Quinn soon followed after he scooped his jaw off the floor and sent out a search party to look for his castrated man parts.

  Dinner went well. Neither Quinn nor I appeared to hold a grudge and conversation was relaxed and easy. It made me sad to think about living away from Mac and Evan. It made me wonder if Quinn would ever have considered moving to Chicago, since his sister lived there and he frequented it on business.

  “Addy tells me you two would like to move back to Chicago someday,” Quinn said while taking a bite of cake.

  “Yes, we would. I’m hoping to take a position at Mac’s father’s law firm and Mac would like to be closer to her family when we decide to start one of our own,” Evan responded enthusiastically.

  “Do you have any siblings?” Quinn questioned, wiping his mouth with the corner of his napkin while he looked at Mac.

  Their eyes shot in my direction but I kept a stoic face.

  “Uh, I did, a brother, but he died years ago,” Mac cautiously stated.

  “Sorry to hear that. Were you close in age?”

  “He was three years older.”

  I hadn’t moved an inch and I fought to keep my face indiscernible, but then Quinn placed his hand on my leg and I knew he felt my tension.

  “You okay, baby?” he mouthed.

  Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded and laced my fingers with his on my leg. I hadn’t realized that I had been holding my breath and was possibly blue in the face.