He stood there for another minute, taking it all in before the microwave drew his attention. He grabbed a fork and a soda from the fridge before he grabbed his plate and sat down at the kitchen island, where he devoured one of the best meals he’d had in a long fucking time. When he was done, he placed his plate in the dishwasher, helped himself to a slice of pie and thought he’d died and gone to fucking heaven when the combination of buttery flaky crust, perfectly cooked apple, and spices hit his tongue.
After helping himself to another slice, Quinn cleaned up after himself and headed to the in-law suite and found himself lingering by the door, wondering if Dylan was up only to reluctantly head inside when he realized how late it was. He-
Suddenly found himself pushed against the wall before the small hands pressed against his chest fisted in his shirt and yanked him down for a kiss that left him groaning as the small woman that was put on this earth to drive him fucking crazy, took his mouth in a hungry kiss. He could easily become addicted to this woman, Quinn thought, taking over the kiss and earning a soft moan that had his cock pushing against his fly.
He wanted her.
Christ, he’d never wanted anything more, Quinn realized, groaning when he felt Dylan’s tongue tease his before she retreated, leaving him with no choice but to follow and-
“Goodnight,” Dylan said with a satisfied sigh and-
Did…did she just ruffle his hair? Quinn wondered, struggling to catch his breath as she followed that up by booping him onthe fucking nose before she walked away, leaving absolutely no doubt in his mind that his wife was evil.
CHAPTER 16
She may have, ummm, gone too far last night when she booped him on the nose, but in her defense, she was still pretty pissed about Blackwood Manor. That was her baby and the large bastard glaring at her from across the kitchen table had absolutely no business-
Definitely went too far, Dylan realized when that muscle in his jaw began throbbing triple time, something that it hadn’t done since she decided that it was a good idea to-
It didn’t matter what she decided to do or how many police officers showed up or even that the National Guard had been called, what mattered was that the FBI realized their mistake and released Quinn as soon as their parents explained everything. From what she’d been told, the rash eventually went away and he stopped limping after a few months.
It may have been a mistake to take the last chocolate chip muffin and rub it in his face, Dylan thought, even as she broke a piece off the aforementioned muffin and made a show of placing it in her mouth. She, of course, followed that up by making yummy moaning sounds, and just in case he missed how incredibly delicious the muffin he’d had his eye on was, she added, “So good,” at the end there.
As she sat there, admittedly enjoying pissing off the large man that came between her and her baby, Dylan couldn’t help but wonder if her third-grade teacher had been right and that there was something seriously wrong with her. If she survived this, and it was looking doubtful with every passing second, she should probably look into her therapy options.
She watched as that muscle in his jaw continued to throb as Quinn slowly looked down at her muffin before he looked back up, met her gaze and nodded, leaving her confused. Wondering what that was all about, Dylan watched as Quinn pushed his chair back and stood up, keeping that glare locked on her as he headed to the fridge and grabbed the lunch she’d made for him last night. He continued glaring at her as he packed his lunch in the cooler she’d placed on the counter for him, grabbed his keys and his cellphone off the kitchen island before shoving them in his pocket, made his way back to the kitchen table and-
Made her realize too late that she’d made a tactical error when he made his way around to her side, reached down, grabbed hold of her chair, turned her around and-
Tore a moan from her as he took her mouth in a kiss that left her with no choice but to reach up and cup his face in her hands as she met him stroke for stroke. He took his time kissing her, making her forget that she was supposed to be tormenting him, only to decide this wasn’t enough.
She needed more, Dylan decided, only to whimper when he slowly broke off the kiss and stood up, leaving her sitting there, struggling to catch her breath as she debated picking up where they left off and-
Did…did he just boop her nose? Dylan found herself wondering in a daze as she watched him grab the cooler on his way out the door, releasing a satisfied sigh while she sat there, trying to figure out what just happened.
That is, until she looked down at her plate and realized the bastard stole her muffin.
“Why does she look pissed?”Tristan asked while they watched Dylan, who looked adorably pissed march up to his trailer with what appeared to be her latest design in her hand only to stop abruptly, close her eyes, slowly exhale before she shook her head, turned around and stormed off towards the food truck, clearly in need of a fix to get her through this.
“No clue,” Quinn lied as he thought about that muffin.
There was just something about pissing the little pain in the ass off that brought him such joy, he thought, watching as his wife got in line for the food truck. Booping her adorable little nose should have been enough, but he just couldn’t help himself even knowing how the little pain in the ass would react if he stole her food.
The threats to his balls had put a smile on his face when he saw the messages. God, she was a violent little thing, Quinn thought as he watched her step up in line. Was it wrong that he wanted to do it again?
Probably.
He followed her gaze and couldn’t help but smile when he realized what the little carb addict needed. God, this was going to be so much fun, he thought as he stood up and stretched, keeping his gaze locked on the small woman who was bringing him so much joy in life.
“I’ll be right back,” Quinn said absently, making his way to the door and-
Where the hell did she go? he found himself wondering as he glanced from the food truck to her truck only to frown when he didn’t see her and-
Fuck…
The toolshed.
God, she really was a pain in his ass, Quinn thought as he quickly made his way across the makeshift road, past the food truck, and sighed when he spotted the door to the toolshed wide open. Praying that it wasn’t already too late, he moved his ass, walked into the dimly lit toolshed and-
