Lost the Handle (Nashville Assassins: Next Generation #8)

Chapter 29

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Emery

“I need to admit something.”

My whole body is vibrating with excitement and palpable lust for the man who is plastered to my body. He feels so right, and I hate that I thought I didn’t need him. I feel like I’m about to explode with how many emotions are warring within me. I have wanted to connect with him like this since I left him all those years ago. But being in his place, so close, only a bathroom separating us… Yeah, I’m surprised we lasted this long. Or he did. I’ve been jonesing for some Quinn Adler and would have given it up on day one.

Slutty? Yes. Do I care? Not at all.

I nuzzle into him, inhaling his sultry scent, and I can’t believe I forgot how big he is compared to me. Not only in height, but I forgot the ache that comes from being rammed by him. It’s the kind of sore I never want to go away. I want the constant reminder of how wide he stretches me and how his hips dig into my thighs.

It’s delicious in all the best ways.

My fingers trace the A-D-L-E-R along his chest as his nose moves through my hair. Quinn’s lips brush against my ear as he asks, “Did you hack my account to get my banking information so you could deposit all that money from EMQUINNY?”

I smirk. “Duh, it was so easy. But also, that’s how I got started building firewalls and personalized encryption to protect the assets of different companies.”

He chuckles. “No shit?”

“For real. I had a meeting with your bank and explained to them it shouldn’t be that easy for me to find out information. And then I told them I could update their cybersecurity.”

Quinn kisses the top of my head as he strokes my butt cheek with his thumb. My legs are wrapped around one of his, my pussy pressing into his hip, and I don’t know how I ever thought I could live without this man. I don’t know if I tricked myself into thinking he was better off without me, if my fear of not being enough for him won—or, really, if it was all the above. But I’m so lucky I am where I am. As much as everyone believes I came back for him because he was with Ava, it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with him.

With the rightness I feel when I’m in his arms.

“How are you not in jail?”

I scoff. “Come on. You know no one knows my real name on that side of the business, and once I get them to sign an NDA, I give them my business information. It’s all highly legal, according to my lawyer, whose yacht addiction I swear I fund.”

“Insane,” he muses, his lips warm against my temple.

“The FBI tried to hire me.”

I feel his grin. “You didn’t take it?”

“No. I don’t want to be owned by anyone. It takes away the excitement.”

He chuckles. “Except that I own you,” he murmurs against my ear, and I grin.

“Only you.”

He kisses my ear. “I’m proud of you, lovebug.”

My eyes drift shut. “Thanks.”

“Is it weird?”

I pop a brow before looking up at him. “What? This?”

“No. This isn’t weird.”

“It’s right,” I say, and jeez, my voice is so heavy.

We lock eyes, and I wait for him to bring up fucking Ava. Or how complicated this just became now that we are in each other’s arms. Really, I don’t care. He wasn’t hers, and for her to think so only makes her dumb. Instead, though, he nods. “Yeah.” I give him a small little tilt of my lips before I cuddle back into his side. “No, I mean all the money you’ve made. I saw the article. Lucas had it framed before they moved.”

My lips stretch into a bigger grin. My dad is awesome. “It doesn’t seem real,” I answer honestly. “I mean, I know the money’s there, but I don’t need anything. I’m not the type to blow it in a club or buy extravagant things. I mean, other than the car. I’ve invested a lot, and I overspend on books and my niece and nephews, even though Asher and Aiden get on to me about it. Not that I care.”

“I donate most of the money you send me, then spend the rest on the kids.” I smile against his chest. “Though, I did use the first round you deposited to pay off my apartment, so Benson and I didn’t have to worry about it.”

“Smart,” I say as I continue to stroke my fingers along his chest. “Did it surprise you?”

He’s quiet for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s low and rough. “I almost called you.”

My heart kicks up in speed, my belly doing a little twist and then clenching. “That was my plan.”

“I know,” he says with a laugh. “That’s why I didn’t call.”

“And that’s why I didn’t call you. Because it felt like you didn’t care.”

He groans, squeezing me to him. “We are a fucking mess.”

“Nothing new. We’ve always been a little off.”

I dance my fingers along his abs, dipping one into his belly button as he mutters, “I think my mom was right. We were too young, unable to communicate clearly.”

I shrug. “I don’t know that much has changed. We’ve lived together for over a week, and you did everything in your power to ignore me.”

“Because I knew we’d end up like this.”

I smile even though he can’t see and wait for him to continue. He doesn’t. Instead, he says, “So, back to what you need to admit. I know you secretly bought the Bugatti because you knew it was my dream car.”

I snort. “Absolutely. That thing is scary as hell.”

His laughter is loud as he grins. “I can’t with you.”

“I knew it’d get your attention.”

He squeezes my butt cheek. “Not as much as this ass does.”

I giggle as he pulls at my cheek, gripping it tightly and causing me to arch into his hip bone. The motion sends pleasure coursing through my body as I moan. “Quinn,” I whine, and his laughter is intoxicating. “I tried showing off my ass in that skirt, and you told me you didn’t love me.”

“Because I knew I was in big trouble when this ass was in sight.”

“And here we are.”

“Here we are,” he agrees, kissing my temple.

I grin widely and I almost ask, but I don’t want to ruin all this. I know we’ll argue about her, but what if we don’t? What if this means he’s left her? Excitement bubbles in my chest, but I have a nagging feeling that’s not the case. I think he’s in deep, and I have to tread carefully with how to throw him a lifeline. Quinn is a proud man. He wants to add value to his family, and whatever he got himself into is deep. The fact that his family doesn’t know blows me away. I think he’s embarrassed about what he’s done, and I want to know why the hell he let this happen. He’s not dumb; he’s brilliant. Though, Owen and Evan do say he’s book-smart but not street-smart. I’m both. Duh. Well…besides my little mistake with pushing him away, but we’re moving forward.

We’d better be moving forward.

I’m so lost in my thoughts that when he rolls me onto my back, I can only let out a strangled cry in surprise. “Jesus!”

He chuckles, pressing his hips into mine as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He settles against me, and I can feel his thick cock throbbing against my already wet pussy. He trails his hands up my ribs, under the curve of my breasts, before lifting his weight off me and leaning on his forearms. I tangle my legs with his again as I reach up, brushing his hair out of his eyes. I trace his jaw, and his lips curve up in a grin of so much love. For me. All for me.

“Tell me your admission, lovebug.”

I search his eyes, and I’m almost too scared to tell him. That’s insane, though. It’s Quinn. He said he wants me. “You know that time we had sex at Grandma and Grandpa’s?”

He waggles his brows, a lopsided grin on his face. “We’ll need to narrow it down to a date.”

I snort. “The first time.”

His eyes darken, his lids falling a bit as he gazes down at me. “You mean April 13th? It was a Tuesday, at 2:33 a.m.”

I can’t help but snort as he grins. “Such a dork, but yes.”

“Yeah, baby. How could I ever forget that?”

My heart is beating in overdrive, slamming into my chest as I gaze up at him. Gone is the restraint, the invisible veil of misery that I swear Ava dropped over his head. Now, he’s looking at me like my Quinn would. Like I’m all he sees.

I swallow hard, but then my lips curve a bit. “You were my first.”

He narrows his gaze, then tilts his head. “What? No way. You told me you had done it a bunch.”

“Because I wanted you to think I knew what I was doing. I just watched a lot of porn.”

I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead, his eyes narrow even more. “But you didn’t bleed.”

“I busted my hymen when I was eleven when I thought I wanted to be a gymnast. I cracked my pussy on that beam and never went back.”

His jaw drops a bit. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious. Why do you think I never told you who I was with?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to go after them.”

I snort, cocking a brow. “You would have?”

“Totally. I don’t want anyone touching you.”

We share a goofy grin, and he may not be like the guys I read, the ones who would murder everyone for me, but Quinn Adler would stand beside me, hand me the match and the gasoline, and watch me set the world on fire.

He’d even cheer for me.

“I’m really your first?” he asks, his eyes still burning into mine.

I brush my fingers along his jaw. “You’re my only.”

He turns his head, capturing my fingers between his teeth. I gasp in surprise before he licks my fingertips. His eyes never leave mine, keeping me locked in his inferno of a gaze. He kisses the tips of my fingers as I graze them over his lips. “Is it bad that I’m super turned on by that?”

“Nope. It’s probably a primal reaction.”

His lips quirk. “Then this must be considered a primal need.”

He moves between my legs so quickly, I can’t process what he’s saying or doing. His mouth is on me, sucking my whole pussy in his mouth before he licks me from entrance to clit. I whine his name then arch up before I mutter, “I have no clue if it is or not.”

“It is.”

I groan loudly. “Please don’t stop.”

His laughter vibrates my clit before he murmurs, “Don’t plan on it.”

As he destroys me just like I wanted, I don’t allow myself to wonder how true his words are.

Or how long we’ll live in this little sex haven we just created.

I have plans for forever. I just hope his plans line up with mine.