Chapter 34

CHAPTER34

Emerald Bay, Florida

“This isn’t Massachusetts,” the small woman who’d passed out an hour ago mumbled sleepily as they pulled into the long driveway hidden by the surrounding woods.

“No, it’s not,” Quinn murmured absently as his gaze flickered to the rear-view mirror before shifting his attention back to the imposing security gate in front of them.

“You lied to me,” Bailey grumbled as she shifted to get more comfortable in the seat next to him.

“Yes, I did,” Quinn said, noting the cameras watching their every move.

“Bully,” Bailey muttered, making his lips twitch despite the fury tearing through him.

He’d fucked up.

He never should have brought her back there, never should have taken her to that fucking bar, and he should have walked away when he realized just how fucking badly he wanted her. There was no walking away.

Not now.

When the gate slid open seconds later, Quinn resigned himself to what he knew was coming as he drove through the gate and down the winding road as he took Bailey’s hand in his and realized that he didn’t fucking care anymore. He was done. Had been for a long time, but he didn’t realize it until Bailey fell asleep in his arms under that tree. The moment that he wrapped his arms around her…

It was like coming home.

He tried to fight it, tried to tell himself that it was a mistake, but the moment that his mouth found hers in the elevator, he knew that it was over. He’d stopped fighting it. He wanted her, more than anything.

For so fucking long, he’d told himself that his job was enough, but he’d been lying to himself. He wanted more in his life than a job that left him fucking exhausted, which, judging by the look on Tristan’s face as he pulled in front of the house, most likely wasn’t going to be an issue anymore.

Tristan didn’t say anything as Quinn climbed out of the car, but then again, he hadn’t expected him to. With a nod and a curious look in Bailey’s direction, Tristan headed back inside the large house, leaving them to follow him inside. After one last look back at the driveway, Quinn made his way around the car and-

“I’m ready to be carried,” the small woman that he was quickly becoming addicted to mumbled as she tried to curl back into a ball when he opened her door.

“You really are a pain in the ass,” Quinn said, sighing heavily as he picked her up and pressed a kiss against her forehead before he kicked the car door shut and headed inside.

“I’m fine with that,” Bailey murmured with a satisfied sigh as she laid her head against his chest.

“I bet you are,” Quinn murmured, kissing the top of her head simply because he couldn’t help himself.

“I really am,” Bailey said as he stepped into the foyer and found Tristan waiting for them.

He watched his best friend’s cold gaze shift from him to the small woman in his arms as he said, “We’ll talk in the morning.”

With a nod, Quinn carried Bailey upstairs and headed for the room at the end of the hallway that he normally used when he stayed here. As soon as he placed Bailey on the large bed, he headed back downstairs and wasn’t surprised to find their bags by the front door and absolutely no signs of his best friend, letting him know just how pissed Tristan was.

Not that he could blame him, he’d fucked up, after all.

Telling himself that he’d worry about that tomorrow, Quinn threw Bailey’s backpack over his shoulder before grabbing their bags and headed upstairs, only to find himself frowning when he walked into the room and found the bed empty. When he heard the shower running, Quinn placed their bags by the door before closing it, and after a slight pause, he made his way into the bathroom and nearly fucking groaned when he spotted Bailey shimmying out of her panties.

God, she fucking destroyed him, Quinn thought, licking his lips hungrily as he ran his eyes over her. The last shower they took together, he’d been out of his fucking mind thinking about what could have happened to her at that bar to enjoy the sight before him. But now…

He toed off his shoes as he reached for his belt, pulling it loose before unsnapping his pants and carefully pulling the zipper down over the hard bulge that was quickly forming as he ran his eyes over her. She was so fucking beautiful, Quinn thought as he pulled his shirt loose before focusing on the buttons while he took in lightly tanned skin covering the decadent curves that had his cock becoming painfully hard.

When Bailey saw him standing there, she gave him a sleepy little smile that had his heart skipping a beat as he gave up unbuttoning his shirt and went to her. She felt so fucking good in his arms, Quinn thought as he wrapped his arms around her and met her for a slow kiss that had him groaning as his hands slid down her back, enjoying the feel of warm, soft skin beneath his touch.

So fucking good…

* * *

She needed this.

Needed him, Bailey thought as she lost herself in his touch, the way that his hands moved over her, sliding down her back and over her bottom as he slowly deepened the kiss. He felt so good, she thought as she reached for his shirt, working the last of the buttons free before she reached up and pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

Right now, Bailey didn’t want to think about anything else, not the fact that someone was screwing with her life, the fact that her brother was keeping secrets from her, or just how close she was to losing everything. She just wanted to lose herself in his arms. With every touch, kiss, and gentle caress, it became easier to pretend that nothing else mattered but this.

“You have no fucking idea how much I want you,” Quinn said, backing her up against the wall and-

Tore a moan from her throat when he slid his hand between her legs. Moving his lips over hers one last time, Quinn broke off the kiss and ducked his head, taking her nipple between his lips as he cupped her, moving his palm over her as she spread her legs further apart, making it easier for him as she wrapped her arms around him and ran her hands down his back and-

“Shit!” Quinn bit out when her hand brushed over his gun.

With a groan, he ran his tongue over her nipple one last time as he reached back and pulled his holstered gun free before pulling away just long enough to place it on the bathroom counter along with the holster on his ankle. Once he was weapon-free, Quinn was making his way back to Bailey as she stepped into the shower.

She watched as his gaze moved over her and felt herself tremble. She wanted him so much, Bailey thought, his gaze locking with hers as he shoved his pants down, revealing the large erection that left her feeling empty as her gaze flickered to the thick tip that felt incredible making its way inside her this morning and-

“My bag,” Bailey said, licking her lips as she ran her eyes over him, watching as he went still seconds before he nodded firmly and quickly made his way out of the bathroom.

When he walked into the bathroom a minute later, Bailey released a shaky breath as she watched Quinn rip the condom open with his teeth before placing it on the large tip and slowly rolled it down his cock. Unable to look away, she watched his hand move over his cock as he made his way towards her.

Swallowing hard, Bailey forced herself to look away as she turned around and-

Moaned when he reached around her, his fingers finding her clit as she felt him press his cock against her slit. As he teased her clit with gentle caresses, making her spread her legs further apart, she slapped her hands against the wall while Quinn teased her by pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance. Her head dropped forward on a gasp as he gently moved the tip back and forth, making her moan as she stood there, struggling not to push back.

She’d never felt anything better, Bailey thought, giving up on trying to stay still and pushed back, tearing a groan from him as she felt him slip inside her. He felt good, Bailey thought, licking her lips as Quinn filled her, his fingers teasing her, only to amend her previous thought and decided that she’d never felt anything better when he pulled back only to push back inside her.

Quinn groaned long and loud as the sensation went from good to incredible with the first stroke. With every stroke, it felt better, like nothing that she’d ever experienced before and-

Something was wrong.