I’m close—so fucking close—way sooner than I anticipated, and it has everything to do with how perfect she is.
A whisperedfuckslips from my mouth.
I don’t know that there’s anything she could ask of me that I wouldn’t do for her.
She groans around my shaft and I make good on my promise, gripping the back of her neck and fucking her face so she can focus on the movements of her hand between her thighs.
Our bodies tighten and snap simultaneously, so suddenly that I forget to ask if she’s okay with me spilling down her throat.
It’s too late now.
Release barrels down my spine, my balls tightening and emptying with a force that almost brings me to my knees.
Once we’re both spent, Idofall to my knees, wrapping my arms tight around her.
I bite back the urge to apologize for blowing in her mouth without asking.
She kisses the side of my neck, nipping at my earlobe once she reaches it. “I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that.”
I stiffen at her words and pull back, tilting her face toward mine. Maybe that was too much for her first time. “Quinn, I’m sorr?—”
“That was amazing.” She buries her head at the base of my throat and I breathe in her scent.
I think I could die happy at this moment because the woman I’m rapidly falling for is perfect in every way.
I can’t wait to get her home and into my bed.
25
I WANT TO SEE THESE BOUNCE
QUINN
The evening airis cool and crisp as I follow Jack down the narrow path that twists around the side of his house leading to the backyard. We find Kronk there, who loses his fucking mind when he spots us.
The feel of Jack still lingers in the back of my throat, and I can’t get enough of the feeling or the taste of him on my tongue. Who knew someone who has always been mostly attracted to women would enjoy sucking cock so fucking much?
Not me, that’s for sure.
But I’m excited to do it again.
And soon.
Jack unlocks the back door, pushing it open with a creak. Kronk’s nails tippy tap across the hardwood floor as he bolts to the laundry room breaking the silence that’s settled over the house.
“After you,” he gestures for me to enter before him. I grin, stepping inside and trailing after Kronk to give him his bedtime snack and fill his inside water bowl. I’m glad he loves his crate so much that this is the first place he comes when we let him back inside, but I still feel kind of bad leaving him in here all night now that he’s gotten used to sleeping upstairs most nights.
I don’t linger on it. I plan on thoroughly focusing on Jack tonight. Kronk will be just fine.
I lock his crate and close the laundry room door, silencing the sounds of him lapping up his water.
Back in the main area of the house, Jack is nowhere to be found.
I climb the stairs and pad down the hallway, following the sound of running water coming from his cracked bedroom door.
When I enter the room, I hear him in his bathroom brushing his teeth.
I make myself comfortable on his bed. I don’t know if it’s physical exhaustion or mental that pulls me under, but the sounds of him cleaning up for the night lull me to sleep before he ever comes out of the bathroom to join me.
