by Fox, Cathryn
My moan of pleasure mingles with hers, and to know she loves what she’s doing turns me on even more. I move my hips, slide my cock in and out of her mouth. I want to get deeper, want my cock all the way down her throat—need it down her throat for some fucking reason—but I don’t want to choke her. This is Quinn. She deserves to be handled right.
Gathering all my restraint, I inch out, and she grips my hips to hold me. I rock into her, and she gives a frustrated moan as she glances up at me.
“Quinn?” I ask.
She goes back on her heel. “I want it hard and rough, Jonah. I’m a big girl. I can take it. Now give me your cock and don’t hold back.”
Holy fuck.
Her mouth goes back to my dick, and I grip her hair tighter. I push into her, hit the back of her throat and then some. I moan, and it seems to encourage her. She takes me deeper than I’ve ever been taken before, and a need tears through me.
“You want it like this, Quinn? You want my cock all the way in your mouth, so I can fill your throat with my cum?”
She makes a whimpering sound as I pull out slightly, but I cut off her moan as I drive back in, impossibly deep. I fuck her mouth, and it’s never, ever been this good for me before, and no fucking way will it ever be this good again, unless it’s with Quinn. What is it about her that makes sex a million times better?
I move my hips, plunder her mouth, frantic, blunt thrusts that take me to the edge fast. She reaches between my legs, grabs my sac, and when her heat seeps into my balls, I lose it. I hold her head still and spurt into her mouth. She swallows and swallows and swallow, but the sex was so good, my load is too big, and some spills out of her mouth.
When I stop coming, I drop to my knees, panting for air. Cum dribbles down her chin as she licks her lips, and I use my thumb to scoop it up and feed it to her.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, and I just kneel there and look at her, incredulous.
“You are fucking amazing,” I say, and with her eyes closed, like she’s savoring the taste of me, she just smiles. “I love fucking you, too. I’m not sure I said that earlier.”
“You didn’t say it,” she says. “But you showed me.”
I laugh at that. “Yeah, I guess I did, and after I get you a drink of water, I’m going to show you again and again.”
10
Quinn
I roll over in my bed—I mean Jonah’s bed—and check the time. I grin when I see it’s almost nine o’clock, and Daisy is still asleep in her room. Over the last week, we’ve really been working hard on her routine, and even though it’s the last thing I want, that little girl is weaving her way into my heart. Could that be why none of the nannies we interviewed over the week didn’t make the cut, always came up short? Truthfully, some of them came with high credentials, and really seemed to love Daisy. Sooner or later we’re going to have to decide. Only problem is, I want it to be later, despite the fact that it should be sooner. My heart might not be able to handle too much more of this.
I flop back down on the bed, thankful it’s Saturday and I don’t have to rush off to work. Although I must say, I have been looking forward to the mornings, and the intimate kisses Jonah gives me to wake me up. I roll toward him, and he’s on his back, hand over his forehead, still asleep. As I take in his beautiful body, a wicked idea forms. Maybe I’ll give him the good-morning kiss this time.
I move quietly and position myself between his legs. His cock is half hard. What the hell is he dreaming about? A part of me—a really big part—hopes it’s me. I mentally scold myself for that thought. While I’m here we’re exclusive, but when it’s over, it’s over, and he can dream about any woman he likes. I shake off the horrible way that makes me feel and lean into him, taking his cock into my mouth the way he likes.
I suck on him, give long, leisurely licks, and he thickens before my eyes. I glance at him. He’s up on his elbows and the grin on his face makes my heart wobble.
“Good morning,” I say, and his smile widens.
“Great morning.”
I lick his crown. “I thought it was my turn to treat you.”
“Treat me all you want, but don’t think you’re getting out of this bed before I bury my face in you pussy.”
My entire body quivers. I love the way he wants me. He touches my face, and I take him to the back of my throat. We’ve been having sex all week. You’d think we’d be worn out, tired of each other, but all this sex has turned me into a nymphomaniac and has me craving more. How I’m going to go back to the dating scene after this is beyond me.
“Mmm,” I moan around his thick cock, and he shifts, his fingers tucking my hair behind my ear, so he can get a good look. I put on a show for him, and my head bobs as I fuck him with my mouth, savoring his tang.
“That is so fucking good, babe,” he says, his voice an octave deeper. “I could get used to waking up like this on the weekends.”
I grip his length, stroke him and slide my mouth lower to suckle his balls, wanting to make this good-morning wake up as great as he’s been making them for me all week.
“Motherfucker,” he growls, and I grin, loving that I can take this big hockey player to his knees in the bedroom. I stroke faster, the way he likes, and he flops down on the bed, grips the pillow with his hands and drags it halfway over his face. His muscles tighten, ripple, and the second I take his crown back into my mouth, he spurts down my throat. I stay between his legs longer, drink every last drop of him, then lick him clean.
I go back on my knees, and his breathing is harsh. A damp sheen of moisture covers his skin. The look of a well-fucked guy.
“Get up here,” he says, and I lay over him, climb up his body. “Not like that.” He grips my hips. “Legs around my chest.” When I realize what he wants me to do, my sex quivers in anticipation. I spread my legs around his thick chest and he shimmies lower, positioning his mouth under my pussy. “Ride my tongue,” he says.
I grab my breasts, pinch my nipples and move my hips. His tongue slashes against my clit in the most glorious ways, and I lean forward, grip the headboard and grind down on him. He shoves his tongue inside me as I work my clit over his face. My body heats up and my blood burns as wild and wicked sensations zing through me, center on the needy juncture between my legs.
“Jonah,” I murmur, my orgasm so close, it’s all I can do to hang on. He grips my ass, squeezes my cheeks, and clamps down on my clit as he lightly presses a finger into my back passage. Lust rips through me, and while I don’t want this to end, my body surrenders, giving in to the intense pleasure. I come all over his mouth, and he moans, rubs his face all around my sopping wet pussy, and keeps me there until he’s had his fill.
My legs are trembling by the time he slides me down his body, my hot sex wide open against his stomach.
I shake my head as I look at him. “Sex with you is insane,” I say, and he laughs.
“I love eating your pussy, Quinn. I love tasting you on my tongue all day long.”
I plant one hand on my hip. “Well, it’s awfully nice of me to let you do that every morning, don’t you think?”
He laughs harder, and I put my hand over his mouth. “Shh, don’t wake the baby.”
He cringes. “Right,” he whispers—but as soon as the word leaves his mouth, someone unlocks the front door downstairs, and footsteps echo through the house.
“Who could that be?” I ask, my heart racing a little faster.
“Other than you, Zander is the only one with a key.”
Stairs creak as Zander comes up them.
“Shit.” I jump from the bed and dart into the bathroom. Jonah and I look like we just had a sex marathon. Zander can’t see us like this.
I close the bathroom door, just as my brother knocks on Jonah’s. “You awake, buddy?”
“Yeah, just getting up,” Jonah says. “I’ll be right down.”
“I’ll check on Quinn.”
Oh. Shit. No.
Daisy lets out a loud wail.
“Why don�
�t you go check on Daisy for me. I’m sure she’d be happy to see her uncle. She seems to like you better than me anyway.”
“Yeah, okay,” he says and chuckles.
Thank you, Daisy!
I listen to Zander talk quietly to the baby, and I peek out the bathroom door in time to see Jonah pull on a pair of jeans before meeting Zander in Daisy’s room.
“Let’s let Quinn sleep,” Jonah says. “She was up half the night.”
I put my hand over my mouth and stop a moan, as I think about the real reason I was up half the night, not the one he’s alluding to.
The three go downstairs and I dart back to my room. I look at my bed, one I only spent one night in, since I agreed to Jonah’s proposal. I shake my head. Honesty, what the hell am I doing playing house here? I’m getting in deep with this family. The one thing I swore I couldn’t do.
I grab some clean clothes and head to the bathroom for a quick shower. The last thing I want is to greet Zander with sex written all over me. I wash quickly, pull on a sundress, and pass Daisy’s room, glancing in. We’d picked out some paint, but we’ve been too busy to get it done. My gaze goes to the rocking chair. The room is going to be lovely for Daisy once it’s done.
I head down to say hello. Zander smiles when he sees me, but then he frowns, a change coming over him. Goddammit, does he know? I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t like the idea of me in bed with his best friend. Guilt niggles at me. I don’t like hiding things from my brother, and when it comes right down to it, I’m a grown woman, can sleep with anyone I want. Still, Zander might not see it that way, and I owe his so much.
“Zander,” I say and give him a hug. “What are you doing here today?”
“Wanted to check up on my little family.”
My heart jumps into my throat. “What do you mean?”
He gives me a look that suggests I’m dense. “My sister, niece and best friend.” Once again, he’s looking at me strangely, then he turns his focus to Jonah, who’s averting his gaze, staring at his daughter—an excuse not to meet his best friend’s eyes.
“It’s good to see you two haven’t killed each other yet,” Zander comments.
“Daisy is my focus,” I say.
Zander turns to the baby gobbling her bottle. “How is she?”
“She’s doing great. We have a good routine for her, and she’s thriving.”
“I was going to get Dad today, take him to the park. Why don’t you guys join us? I’m sure he’d love to meet Daisy.” He laughs. “He’s tired of waiting for us to give him grandkids. He’ll have to settle for Jonah’s child.”
My gaze slides to Jonah, and he nods like it’s a brilliant idea.
“I think we could all use some fresh air,” I say, considering the amount of time we’ve been spending in bed.
“Anything from Shari?” he asks, and tentatively looks at me.
“Nothing,” Jonah says. “Have you heard anything? Anyone talking about where she might be?”
“She has family in Georgia. That’s all I heard. Do you want me to try to get a number for you?”
Jonah goes quiet for a moment. “She just left her, Zander. I’m not sure I ever want to speak to her again. But on the other hand, she’s Daisy’s mother.” Jonah’s head lifts slowly, his eyes locked on mine. “A little girl should never grow up without her mother,” he says quietly, and my throat tightens. His gaze slides to Zander. “No one should.”
“Just let me know what you want to do. What about a nanny? Find anyone yet?”
“You’re full of questions this morning,” I say.
“We interviewed quite a few candidates last week. We’re still searching. Not sure any of them were suitable, though.”
“That’s because you got the best girl right here,” Zander says and pulls me to him. He rubs his knuckles along my skull like he used to do when we were kids.
“Cut it out,” I say, and pinch his side, like I always used to do, but he holds me a little longer and the guys laugh. I struggle to get free, and whack his arm when I finally do.
“I’m not twelve anymore, you know.” I smooth my hair down.
“You’ll always be twelve to me, kid.”
I fold my arms and glare at my brother, but I get that he’s just protective.
Zander checks his watch. “Okay, so I’ll go pick up Dad and meet you guys in say, an hour?”
I glance at the clock. “Sounds about right.”
He pushes from the chair and I follow him to the door. After he leaves, I let loose a breath. “That was a close one, Jonah.”
“Too close. Maybe I should change the locks.”
“Oh, like that’s not going to raise his suspicions.” He puts Daisy over his shoulder and burps her. “Want me to finish with her while you shower?”
He hesitates, like he doesn’t want to put too much responsibility on me. I hold my hands out. “If we want to be out of here in an hour…” I say.
“You’re right.”
He hands Daisy over, and my heart wobbles as she smiles up at me. “Hey, Sunshine,” I say. “Aren’t you all giggles this morning. Was your daddy telling you all his lame jokes again?”
“Hey, I can hear you,” he gripes teasingly as he climbs the stairs. “Coffee is on,” he calls out, as he disappears around the corner.
I put Daisy over my shoulder, and she makes noises as I head to the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee. I walk around Jonah’s big house. It’s definitely going to have to be baby proofed before little Miss Sunshine starts crawling.
I continue to hold Daisy, not wanting to put her down as Jonah gets ready, and a short time later, we’re buckling Daisy in and heading to the park.
My heart pinches a bit as I steal a glance at him. It’s odd how right this feels, the three off us heading out like a little family to meet my brother and father at the park.
Jonah pulls into an empty spot on the street, and I grab the stroller as he gets Daisy from the backseat. I shade my eyes, look around at all the kids and parents playing ball, Frisbee or flying a kite. Warmth bubbles up inside me, and this time I can’t push it down.
In the distance, I spot a woman climbing from her car and staring at Jonah. I roll my eyes. Probably another one of his puck bunnies. How many of them will we run into today…and why does that rattle me so much?
An elderly woman walking her dog stops on the sidewalk and glances into the stroller. “She’s so beautiful,” she says, and Jonah smiles.
“Thanks.”
Fine lines crinkle around the woman’s eyes as her glance goes from the cooing baby to me. “She looks just like you,” she says.
I stiffen and hold my hands up. “I’m not her mother,” I say quickly.
She frowns and gives me a look of disbelief. “Really? Could have fooled me.”
She walks away, and I spot Zander and my dad. Zander waves us over, and Jonah pushes the stroller beside me. Tears prick my eyes when I see my dad. He’s aged so much over the last few months, the treatment taking its toll on him. His tired eyes light up when he sees us, and he tries to stand, but Zander stops him. I bend to give him a hug.
“Well, are you going to let me have a look at her or not,” he says in a gruff voice, but underneath it all, he’s a softie, like my brother…like me. Jonah might call me Ninja Chihuahua, and I am tough, I had to be. But like the rest of my family, I feel things deeply. “I’m not getting any younger, you know.” Dad jerks his thumb toward Zander and me. “And these two don’t seem to be in a hurry to give me grandchildren.”
Jonah picks Daisy up and she fusses. “She’s not your granddaughter by blood, but she’s your granddaughter nonetheless,” Jonah says, and I don’t miss the way Dad’s eyes cloud over. But he quickly blinks the emotions away and squints at Daisy.
“You’re right, Zander. She does look like Winston Churchill.” The two laugh, while Jonah and I find no humor in it.
“Great, a few minutes ago, a woman stopped to admire her and told me how much we look alike. Do
es that mean I look like Winston Churchill, too?” I ask, wanting to keep things light, as my father’s sickness always overwhelms me.
“She kind of does look like you, Quinn,” he says, and winks at me. “You sure you’re not the mother? If you are, I expect that boy to put a ring on your finger,” he says. His gaze goes from me to Zander. “Damned tired of waiting for the two of you to get married, too.”
My heart misses a beat. “No, I’m not the mother.”
I just want to be.
11
Jonah
It’s so strange being here without Daisy. She’s only been with us two weeks now, and I already feel the loss of her absence. But the only way I was going to get her room painted was by letting Quinn take her to work. They had an opening this week in the daycare, and at least I know she’s in good hands. I chuckle to myself. It’s kind of crazy how fast I’ve grown to care for the little girl.
My front door opens. “Jonah?” Zander calls out.
“Up here.”
Zander takes my stairs two at a time, and cringes when he finds me in the baby’s room. “Bubble-gum pink?”
“I like it,” I say. “Now grab a brush and get rolling.”
Zander shakes his head. “Did Quinn pick this color?”
“No, I did.”
“Dude, come on. You’re going to have to turn in your man card.”
I laugh at him. “Wait and see the things you’ll do for your own child, Zander.”
“That’s not going to be for a while.”
“You do want kids though, right?
He gives an easy shrug. “When the time is right.”
I dip my roller into the tray and load it. “Quinn says she never wants kids. How can a girl who works at a daycare, and is so good with Daisy, not want a family of her own?”
Zander grabs a roller, loads it, and starts on the wall opposite me. “I don’t know. I guess that’s something you’ll have to ask her.” A pause and then, “How are thing going between you two, anyway?”