SIN FOR YOU: ROCKTOWN INK, BOOK TWO

by Gray, Sherilee

  Now I knew the truth, there was no changing course.

  If Quinn wanted someone to get her off on the regular, it was going to be me. It had to be me. The thought of anyone else touching her, of not looking after her like she deserved—worse, hurting her—wasn’t something I could bear to think about.

  For some fucked-up reason she wanted me. Well, I was done resisting. She could fucking have me. I’d fill the void she had until she got over that motherfucker Bevan, until she worked out what she was truly worth, until I made her see it for herself. If she needed a rebound, I was going to be the one she used while she got her head on straight.

  I wouldn’t tolerate any other man touching her, not when she was fragile and recovering from a broken heart.

  But I wasn’t fooling myself. This wasn’t all about Quinn, some noble sacrifice I was making; this was about me and what I wanted as well. That dream of her sitting on my face flashed through my head, along with all the other dreams I’d been having. There was no denying how much I wanted her as well, not anymore.

  I hadn’t been sleeping. Hungry and hard and wanting every damn night.

  Wanting Quinn.

  “Come here,” I said again.

  She blinked over at me, the desk still between us. “What? Why?”

  I moved around the desk so there was only a short distance between us. “Nothing you said is cool with me, baby. Not one bit of it. And I’m sure as fuck not okay with some other guy meeting your needs.”

  “What?” she said again, this time on a whisper.

  I took a step closer. “I’ve tried to do the right thing, Quinn. I really have, but I’m done. I’m done fighting it. You want me. I want you. You want someone to work out that ache between your thighs, you come to me. I’ll give you whatever you want, whenever you want it.”

  “What?” she said a third time.

  “Come here,” I said with more force.

  Color hit her cheeks and she licked her lips. “You don’t mean that, you can’t…”

  “Don’t say shit I don’t mean. You know that.”

  “But you said it was a mistake. You said”—she shook her head—“you don’t want me that way, not really. You’re just—”

  “Won’t lie, it probably is a mistake, but right now I don’t give a fuck.”

  She finally took a step closer, bringing her chest an inch from mine, and tipped her head back. “You want me?”

  I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, closing the gap, and ground against her.

  Her pretty full lips parted on a sharp indrawn breath.

  “You got some place to be?” I asked, near vibrating with need.

  She shook her head and licked her lips again.

  I couldn’t wait another second and hauled her off her feet and kissed her hard and deep, tongue stroking hers, tasting, devouring. Taking. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her.

  Quinn’s arms came around my neck, and I lifted her. Her legs went around my waist and I gripped her ass, fingers digging into all that soft flesh, and groaned.

  “You in there, Bull?” Dot called through the door.

  Quinn stilled in my arms.

  I growled. “What is it?” I forced out.

  “There’s a guy getting loud out here. Trying to start something.”

  Fuck. I pressed my forehead to Quinn’s, breathing hard. “Be right out,” I called. “Need to sort this,” I said to Quinn.

  She nodded.

  I let her slide down my body.

  “Bull,” Dot called again. “We need you out here now.”

  “Coming,” I called back. Just a few minutes more and Quinn would’ve been coming against my mouth. I gave Quinn’s hips a squeeze, because I had to touch her one more time, and strode out, leaving her in my office.

  Everything took a hell of a lot longer than I expected. The asshole had broken a couple of glasses and was turning over furniture when I walked in.

  Quinn waved to me as she left a while later, and I cursed the fucker again who had taken me away from her right when I was finally going to have her.

  Fuck that.

  The night wasn’t over yet.

  * * *

  Quinn

  Bull: You had dinner?

  Bull’s text came at eight o’clock and nerves instantly took off in my belly.

  Quinn: Not yet.

  Bull: You like pepperoni?

  He was bringing pizza over and we were totally going to pick up where we left off in his office. I flushed with heat, excitement curling in my belly.

  Quinn: I like everything.

  Bull: On it. Be there in fifteen.

  Oh my God, was this really happening? I rushed upstairs and changed into a different T-shirt. It was blue and fitted and had little cutouts around the neck. Then I tugged off my yoga pants and pulled on my denim skirt. I’d showered when I got home, had even shaved my legs, but I hadn’t expected to see him tonight. I thought he’d be stuck at the bar till late.

  I was pacing the living room and gnawing my nails to stubs when his heavy knock finally came.

  When I opened the door, I had to stop myself from climbing him like a tree and devouring him on the spot. He looked so, so yummy. His eyes were a little wild when he took me in, all of me, and I realized the look he’d given me, that muscle jumping in his cheek when he saw me the night I was trying on my new clothes, hadn’t been what I’d thought it was. I thought it might have been the opposite.

  I nibbled on my lip. “You like my new skirt?” I asked, wanting confirmation.

  His gaze dropped to my legs then back up to my mouth. “What the fuck do you think?”

  The out-of-control note to his voice had pleasure zapping through me. “Are you coming in?”

  He strode into the living room, dumped the pizza on my coffee table, and turned back to me. “You hungry?”

  I shook my head. “I could wait.”

  “Yeah?”

  I noticed then that he was shaking slightly, and not from nerves, like me. No, Bull was hungry…for me, so much so he was close to losing control completely.

  I nodded.

  Bull came at me, big strides eating up the space between us, and backed me against the wall.

  Then he dropped to his knees in front of me.

  I stared down at him, stunned. His hands went to my thighs and started sliding up.

  “First, I’m gonna taste your pussy ’cause I’ve been dreaming about it, sweets, a lot. Bet you taste so fucking good. I’m desperate to know the way you’ll feel against my tongue, the sounds you’ll make when I get you off. You want that?”

  I nodded, mouth dry. Apparently, there were times Bull liked to talk after all. “Y-yup, I definitely want that.”

  He yanked my skirt up over my hips, flashing my black underwear. They were torn down my legs a moment later, baring me to his hungry gaze.

  Bull snarled, gripped one of my legs, flung it over his shoulder, and pressed his face against my belly, dragging his nose over my skin, down until he was just above my mound, breathing in deep. He pressed kisses there, moved to the side, sucking on my flesh, kissing it some more. “This little star…it’s been driving me fucking crazy since I saw it,” he muttered against me.

  Then he growled and dipped lower, right where I needed him, tongue teasing me, and I cried out, fingers burrowing into his hair and fisting to steady myself.

  He made a sound like a wild animal while he licked deeper, sucking, tongue swirling then sucking again. His beard tickled my inner thighs, and his growls and grunts and sounds of enjoyment vibrated through me in a way that made it even hotter.

  His big hands were on my ass, gripping my bare cheeks firmly, holding me to him, and when he thrust his tongue inside me, I started to tremble, my orgasm building inside me fast.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. “Bull, I’m close.”

  He dragged his tongue through the center of me, up to my clit again, swirling around it, then sucked, and I exploded. “Shiiiit. Logan!” I fisted his hai
r tighter, so turned on I ground against his mouth, trembling harder and crying out.

  I collapsed against the wall, and a moment later I was lifted and planted on the couch. I blinked up at him. “You’re good at that.”

  He licked me off his lips. “Not done yet. Want you naked. We doing that down here or up in your room?”

  I wanted him naked as well, so freaking bad. The couch was too small for him, for both of us. “Upstairs.”

  He lifted me again, like a doll, and stormed up to my room.

  After he lowered me to the bed, I watched in awe as he reached back and tugged off his shirt, revealing the massive expanse of his inked upper body. Insanely broad shoulders, thickly muscled stomach, and a wide chest that was dusted with dark hair.

  His hands dropped to the waistband of his jeans, and I bit my lip in anticipation.

  Chapter Nine

  Bull

  I toed off my boots and shoved down my jeans, kicking them off.

  My cock was heavy and hard and tenting the front of my boxer briefs, and as I lifted my head, looking at Quinn lying back on her elbows on the bed, skirt up around her waist, eyes wide and hungry, I had to reach down and give it a rough squeeze.

  I was definitely going to hell for this. For even touching this beautiful girl with my unworthy hands, but I couldn’t stop now. It was like something had snapped inside me, revealing the truth I’d tried to bury, what I’d tried to deny these last few months, and there was nothing left to hold me back.

  Leaving my underwear on, I climbed onto the bed with her. If I got my dick out now, it would be inside her within a minute, and I wasn’t done tasting her yet.

  But first…

  “Get the skirt off,” I said as I dragged her shirt up and off. She quickly undid that sexy scrap of denim and shucked it off, leaving her in just her bra.

  I rubbed my hand over my mouth. Fucking hell. High and tight, encased in bright blue silk, framed by the ink she’d gotten—ink I wished I’d given her. So beautiful. So sweet and delicate.

  We were complete opposites in every way, and when I covered one of those delicate-looking breasts with my big rough hand, the contrast was highlighted even more. My gaze dipped to her new ink, the cross I’d given her, and satisfaction throbbed through me.

  I leaned down and kissed her smooth skin right beside it, squeezing the supple flesh in my hand over her bra as I did, and glanced up at her when she sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Been wanting to get my hands on these a while now,” I forced out through the lust tightening my throat.

  She licked her lips. “You have?”

  I nodded. “All the dirty shit I’ve fantasized doing to you, Quinn, it’s fucked with my head. We shouldn’t be doing this. But I can’t stop, sweets, not now.” I swallowed, mouth desert dry, unable to stop the next words from leaving my mouth. “You gonna hate me afterward?”

  In the back of my mind, competing with the lust, was the thought that she wasn’t ready for this, that my sweet girl was still working through a broken heart, and that I should leave her alone, but she was shaking her head before I finished talking.

  “I want this, too. God, Logan, I could never hate you.”

  I wasn’t so sure about that. My own mother hated me, had been more than happy to give me up. I didn’t know how long Quinn would want me.

  But until then I’d take what she was gifting me and make every moment count.

  Then thinking became impossible, because she reached back and unsnapped her bra, pulling it off and flinging it aside.

  I’m ashamed to say I fucking fell on her at the sight of her small perfect tits. Covered her with my much larger body and sucked one of those sweet mounds of flesh deep into my mouth.

  Quinn’s fingers thrust into my hair, fisting, tugging at my scalp. I groaned, fully lost to my hunger, to her, as I sucked and tongued her tight nipple. She wriggled under me, legs splitting wide and wrapping around my waist when I covered the other breast with my hand, automatically squeezing in time with every lick and suck I gave the one in my mouth.

  I could feel the wet heat of her pussy through my underwear and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against her, a thrust and drag that would send me over the edge far too soon if I didn’t stop.

  “Need inside you, sweets.”

  “Yes…” She shuddered. “Now, God, I need you, too.”

  I had to untangle her limbs so I could snatch my jeans off the floor. I shoved my hand in the pocket and found only cash.

  Fuck.

  I hadn’t brought my wallet. Just money to get the pizza.

  “You got a condom?” I asked Quinn, close to hyperventilating, sounding as desperate as I was. I wanted in her so damn bad.

  Quinn bit her lip and shook her head. “I haven’t really needed any since I’ve been home.”

  I stared down at her, naked and flushed and so ready for me, and I thought I might actually die. I shoved my fingers though my hair. “Fuck.”

  My dick throbbed unhappily, and I was pretty sure I was about to start crying like a baby.

  Quinn lifted her arms, motioning me back, and I fell on her again like she’d cast a spell on me and I had no choice but follow her command. We couldn’t fuck, but I could still get her off. So many ways I could get her off. Her hips moved against me restlessly, and I growled.

  “Feeling empty, sweets?”

  “God, yes.”

  Reluctantly lifting my hips, I reached down and covered her pussy with my hand, biting back another groan when I felt how hot and wet she was. I slid my fingers through her delicate lips, spreading her juices and making her squirm before I pushed a finger inside her.

  She arched, a sexy, needy fucking sound pouring out of her mouth. I watched her as I started pumping in and out nice and slow, the way her thighs trembled, breasts swaying, stomach tightening. Yeah, I could come just watching her like this.

  “More?” I bit out.

  She nodded frantically.

  I added a second finger, and, Christ, Quinn was tight. I started fucking her like that, deep but controlled. My dick was in agony, and when Quinn started thrashing, her cries growing more intense, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed skin to skin, and I needed it now.

  After pulling my fingers free, I shoved down the front of my boxer briefs, and keeping my dick pressed against my stomach, I covered Quinn. Bodies tight together, I ground my hips into hers, using the base of my dick to work her clit, then slid back, the underside of my cock gliding through the center of her slick-as-fuck pussy lips.

  I looked down between us, and the sight of my dick spreading her, the swollen head moving over her little clit then dragging back over and over again, so hot and wet, nearly did me in.

  Fuck. I came down on top of her again and thrust against her, working my painfully hard length between our bodies.

  Quinn wrapped her legs around me again, pushing up, making my head spin and my balls draw up tight.

  She threw her head back. “Logan!”

  She came a second time for me, and hearing my name coming from her like that, yeah, pleasure and need and release all at once hit me hard. Because giving Quinn what she needed satisfied something deep and primal inside me, something I only felt when I was around her.

  My hips slammed forward, the base of my spine tingling, balls throbbing. I buried my face against the side of her throat and shot hot and hard between our bodies, jerking and shaking and groaning.

  * * *

  Quinn

  I lay on my back in the darkness of my room, not sure what woke me. Sliding my phone off the bedside table, I checked the time. 3:00 a.m.

  I glanced over at Bull.

  He was asleep beside me like a hibernating bear, his big inked body pressed against mine, heat radiating from his bare skin. One of his massive arms was over my waist and a heavy thigh was thrown over both of mine.

  And I loved it.

  Bevan hadn’t liked to cuddle. He said I was too needy, that he needed his own space.
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  I’d been feeling deprived of human contact, and Bull was giving me exactly what I needed. Without having to overthink it, without fear of rejection, I turned and snuggled deeper. Bull made a low sound of satisfaction when my front pressed into his. He didn’t wake, though.

  I grinned.

  Naked cuddles with Bull were as good as I’d imagined. No, better. So much better.

  “You gonna hate me afterward?”

  His words from earlier drifted though my head. How could he think that? I could never hate him. There was only one way Bull could hurt me, and that was never going to happen because we weren’t in an actual relationship.

  “You awake?” Bull said sleepily, roughly into the silence.

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “Okay?”

  There was a wariness to his voice I didn’t like. “More than okay.”

  “What we did earlier, I know I wasn’t inside you, but, fuck, I should’ve been more careful. I’ve never not used a condom before.”

  “I’ve always used them as well. I think we’re fine.”

  Bull didn’t say anything else, the room silent for several minutes. I pressed in closer. “You don’t mind if we snuggle, do you? I’m a snuggler.” Those old insecurities were still there, Bevan’s voice, a low echo in the back of my mind telling me I was smothering him, pushing me away after we’d had sex, rolling away from me when I reached for him in the middle of the night.

  Bull grunted and wrapped me tighter in his arms by way of an answer.

  I sighed.

  We were both quiet again for a while.

  “Bull?”

  Another grunt.

  “I know this is only casual, you know, a friends-with-benefits kind of deal, but while we’re…doing this, you won’t be with anyone else, will you?”

  He stilled.

  “I mean, when you want to end it, or you meet someone else, you’ll finish things with us first, right?” The good thing about casual sex-only relationships was you didn’t need to tread carefully; you could put all your cards on the table, and if it didn’t work for one of the parties, no harm done. You went your separate ways.