He just…
Christ, he wasn’t ready to give her up yet, but he didn’t have a choice. They’d made a deal and now that she was pregnant, that part was over. Now, they were back to being friends who didn’t have sex and in less than nine months, they were going to be parents.
Everything was perfect.
Absolutely perfect, Quinn told himself only to send his bedroom door a hopeful look a few minutes later and-
Definitely pathetic, he told himself as he reached down and absently adjusted himself. Slowly exhaling, Quinn forced himself to stare up at the ceiling and thought about everything that he needed to do tomorrow before he could work on Blackwood Manor. He went over the emails that he needed tosend, the permits they needed to file, the phone calls that he had to make and-
Once again found himself glancing at his bedroom door.
He was beyond fucking pathetic, Quinn decided, sighing heavily as he rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face against his pillow only to catch Dylan’s scent and wonder if this was hell. Biting back a sigh, he rolled back over and glared at the ceiling while he tried not to think about everything that he’d be doing to Dylan right now if she hadn’t taken that test.
He definitely wouldn’t be kissing her right now, or running his hands over her body, making her moan as he licked and kissed his way down her body. He also wouldn’t slowly lick her slit, knowing how much she liked to be teased before he slid his finger inside her, slowly fucking her with his hand while he licked her swollen little clit. He wouldn’t be savoring her moans or loving the way that she moaned his name and he sure as hell wouldn’t be kissing his way back up her body so that he tease her with his cock, Quinn thought as he reached between his legs and slowly began stroking his cock as he thought about just how good it would feel to slide inside her and-
Definitely pathetic, Quinn thought, releasing his cock as he glanced back at his bedroom door only to find Dylan standing there, wearing one of his tee-shirts and worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she shifted nervously.
“What’s wrong?” Quinn asked, moving to sit up and-
“I have some bad news,” she said with a heartfelt sigh only to add, “The tests are only 99% accurate,” before he could panic.
“You took three,” Quinn pointed out even as he narrowed his eyes on the little pain in the ass that drove him crazy.
“Which just means that they could have been wrong three times,” Dylan said, making his lips twitch.
“What do you suggest?” Quinn asked, lying back down as he watched her.
“I’m afraid that we don’t have a choice. We’re going to have to keep having sex just in case the test was wrong,” Dylan said with a heartfelt sigh that had his cock twitching.
“I suppose you’re right,” Quinn said, holding out his hand.
“I usually am,” Dylan said, making his lips twitch as he watched her quickly make her way across the room and climbed onto his bed.
“We’re doing this just to make sure,” Quinn said, more than willing to go along with her adorable bullshit if that meant that he could touch her one more time.
“I like to be thorough,” she said, nodding solemnly as she climbed onto his lap and-
“Then, we should probably do this all night to make sure,” Quinn said as he leaned up and brushed his lips against hers.
“I don’t think we really have a choice,” Dylan whispered against his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and-
“We really don’t.”
Tuesday
“We have another problem,”came the heavily sighed announcement that had Quinn biting back a smile as he looked up from his desk to find his wife standing in his trailer holding what looked like a stack of brochures.
“And what’s that?” Quinn asked, watching as Dylan’s shoulders dropped in defeat as she gestured weakly to the brochures in her other hand.
“We have to have sex for the baby,” Dylan said with a helpless shrug as Quinn pushed his chair back and stood up.
“That sounds pretty serious,” he said, making his way to the windows so that he could close the blinds.
“It is,” she murmured sadly. “Apparently, having really great sex is important during pregnancy.”
“It doesn’t sound like we really have a choice,” Quinn said, stepping past her to lock the door.
“We really don’t,” Dylan mumbled sadly.
