Every day, Quinn thought about the way it felt to her hold her in his arms, the way it felt to have her hands move over him, the way that she moaned softly when she kissed him and every night, he lay in bed, struggling to stop thinking about her only to end up reaching between his legs and wrapping his hand around his aching cock, thinking about all of those that he wanted to do to her.
God, she was driving him fucking crazy.
Deciding to call it a night, Quinn grabbed his bag and headed inside, pausing along the way to grab one of the homemade chocolate chip cookies that his wife made for him along the way and couldn’t help but groan in ecstasy when he took a bite. She was an incredible cook, but that really didn’t surprise him since Dylan loved food.
Always had, even as a baby, he remembered she used to glare whenever her bottle was empty and would release a contented little sigh whenever she was given a fresh bottle. While most little kids carried a teddy bear or a blankie, Dylan carried around a small Ziplock filled with snacks. She never went anywhere without it and would happily snack on whatever her mother filled her bag with all day. When she finished it off, she stopped whatever she was doing to grab another bag.
He still remembered the first time she joined them for dinner. She was around five years old, adorable and curious about her dining options. After finding out that dinner was running late, she took it upon herself to come over to his house to find out what they were having for dinner. She walked into the kitchen, saw what they were having and crawled onto the chair next to him before pointedly looking at his mother. Her lips twitched as she grabbed the little pain in the ass a plate while his father looked between the two of them and released a heartfelt sigh.
She-
“Are you done torturing me?” came the demand that had his lips twitching when he walked into the living room to find the little pain in the ass waiting for him.
“Not even a little bit,” Quinn said, watching as her eyes narrowed dangerously on him as she slowly nodded to herself and-
“Just remember that you brought this on yourself,” Dylan said before she did the one thing that he never saw coming.
CHAPTER 18
“What the hell are you doing?” the large bastard that had left her with no choice said, sounding almost confused as she proceeded to take him down in a headlock.
The fact that she couldn’t exactly wrap her arms around his neck or manage to do anything more than jump onto his back didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was done playing this sick bastard’s game.
This ended tonight!
“Making you rue the day that you decided to toy with me,” Dylan said as she sort of hung there.
“Did you just say ‘rue’” he asked, sounding really freaking amused for someone that was about to get his ass kicked!
“Yes!” Dylan hissed, using her anger to-
“Wait. Where are you going?” she asked when he started walking towards the in-law apartment instead of begging for mercy.
“Making this easier for you,” Quinn drawled, and since that would work for her, she decided not to argue and settled for glaring at his back instead.
She continued glaring as he dropped his bag by the door, when he paused by the bathroom door to toe off his shoes, and then as he made his way into the bathroom, all while she hung there, seething with uncontrollable rage. She-
Did not appreciate the manhandling when the large bastard reached back and plucked her off his back and placed her on the bathroom counter. She opened her mouth only to settle for glaring when he reached back and grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing rope after rope of golden muscle.
Since that worked for her, she allowed it.
“You are honestly too fucking adorable for words,” Quinn announced with a heartfelt sigh as he tossed his shirt aside and reached for his socks.
“I’m waiting for the fear to kick in,” Dylan said, narrowing her eyes slowly, knowing that she might be taking it a step too far and not giving a damn as she waited for the terror to sink in and when it did…
She would make him pay for screwing with her head.
“What’s the plan?” Quinn asked, reaching for his belt.
“Besides revenge?” Dylan asked, watching as his hands made quick work of his belt before reaching for his fly.
“Besides that,” he said as though that was a given.
“Did I not mention ruing?” she demanded as she watched him slowly pull down his zipper.
“I believe that was mentioned,” Quinn said dryly as he shoved his pants down, leaving him a pair of black boxer briefs that made it really difficult to remember why she was supposed to be glaring.
“You’ve been screwing with my head,” Dylan bit out accusingly as she watched him reach into the shower and turn the water on.
