Chapter 29

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

DECLAN

After zipping my packed suitcase, I pull it from the bed. Quinn helped with packing Fiona's things first, her rainbow suitcase at the door waiting to be loaded into the car. Quinn is currently filling a bag with a few days' worth of her necessities; enough clothes and toiletries to go away for a long weekend. Someone can come back to get more later.

If we come back.

"I'm going to put this one by the door"—I lift my suitcase—"and then grab a few things from my office."

"Okay." She nods, continuing to rummage through the drawers in the bathroom. "I should be ready to go in a few minutes."

Tristan lefta bit ago, heading back to his place. He went under the guise of getting Layla and packing their things as well, but I know damn well that he's as concerned for her safety as I am for Quinn's and Fiona's. Conor, Liam, and Finn stayed behind to keep Fiona occupied while we quickly prepared to leave. They'll go to each other's places,respectivelypack their things, and then join us later tonight.

Entering my office, I close the frosted French door behind me. The loose floorboard creaks as I walk along the wall of bookshelves before taking a seat in the high-backed leather chair behind the walnut desk. Running my hand along the bullnose of the desk, I unlock and open the drawer. It contains nothing but a small gift box. I pull it out and sigh.

This wasn't how this was supposed to go.

Pulling the bow undone, I drop the thin strand of white silk on the desk and open the little red leather box. I let it fall to the desk as I take out what was supposed to be Quinn's gift in just a few short days. Turning the key over in my hand, I stare at the silver keychain attached to it. I rub my thumb over the engraved inscription. Build a life with me and fill this home with more love than itcould possiblyhold.

I bought it for her— for us— a couple of weeks ago and have been keeping it a secret whilecrewswork tirelessly to complete some remodeling and a few necessary security updates. With six bedrooms, the gated estate on the New Rochelle waterfront is going to be a big home for us to fill. A task I am very much looking forward to. Big inside and out, it has a private beach and a large yard for kids to play without armed guards hovering over them.

Everything about it was going to be perfect.

It was supposed to be a start to our new life— the one she deserves— not a sanctuary for my entire fucking family.

A soft rap at the door pulls me from my thoughts. I hastily grab the box and ribbon, dropping both into the drawer as the door to the office swings open. I shove the key into my pocket as Quinn steps through the threshold. "I think we're all set."

I'm about to stand from my chair when she closes the door behind her. Worried, I ask, "Are you okay?"

"I can't shake the worry." Her response is soft as she shakes her head. Crossing the room, she pushes my chair back from the desk. She gathers the floral fabric of her long dress into her fists, and I watch it lift inch-by-inch to her mid-thigh. Without saying a word, she climbs onto my lap, straddling me. I slide my hands along the smooth skin of her legs, stopping where the hemline rests high on her thigh. Placing her hands over mine, she drags them under her dress until I'm cupping her bare ass. "What are you doing, mochéadsearc ?"

"I need to feel something good." She moves her hips, and the warmth of her pussy radiates to my cotton-covered erection as she slowly grinds against me. Her hands work between us, needily pulling at my belt. She undoes my pants and slides her hand into them. A moan vibrates in my throat as her palm slides along my length, causing my cock to grow hard. "I want to feel…in control."

"Quinn…" I grip her wrist to stop her from stroking me, surprising even myself. Cupping her face, I'm about to tell her that this isn't a good idea. Everyone is waiting for us, and we need to leave this cursed apartment. But when I meet her gaze, I can't. Her emerald eyes are full of a mixture of pain and need, and I would do anything to ease even a little of either.

Even if it means relinquishing control.

"Ride my cock," Igravellywhisper, pulling her face toward mine."Use me. Take what you want. Later, I'll give you what it is you actually need."

Gripping the base of my rigid shaft, Quinn groans as she presses my tip into her cunt. Her hips swirl, stretching her around me and quickly burying me to the hilt. She rides me hard, desperately seeking relief. The whimpers trembling over her lips grow into moans as the movements of her hips become more frantic.

"You look so fucking beautiful hovering on the edge as you ride my cock." I dust my finger over her plump lower lip, and she wraps her mouth around it. Sucking it hard, her lips slide from fingertip to knuckle as she continues to bounce over my cock. Her already tight cunt squeezes around me, and I can't stifle my groan. Quinn comes hard, swallowing my finger to silence her screams. Pulling my digit from her mouth, I press my lips to hers. "You're even more beautiful when you come undone."

Gripping her hips, I lift her to slide her from my still-rigid cock. Leaving it covered with her arousal, I tuck it back into my pants as her brows furrow. "Sir?"

"If you feel better, we're done—for now." I kiss the words against her lips. Pulling back, I meet her gaze and stare into her eyes. "I'll come later. Only after I take care of you and give you what you need."