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

Chapter 30

Chapter

Thirty

Emery

“Fuck, Em.”

Quinn’s fingers bite into my hips as he thrusts up into me, my ass hitting his hips, the water between us amplifying the sounds of our bodies connecting. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t expecting me to jump in the shower with him, but I want him thinking of me all day. He puts a foot up on the built-in seat and shoves his cock even deeper, making me scream in pleasure. He moves his hands as he pauses inside me. He’s deep, and I swear I feel him everywhere.

Where he belongs.

“I’m obsessed with how your body has changed,” he says through ragged breaths. “So fucking hot. Your left breast is bigger than the right. Not much, but I know.”

Being impaled on his huge cock makes it hard to breathe, but I manage to get out, “What every girl loves to hear.”

He chuckles deeply, each thrust taking away brain cells I may need. But fuck ’em, I’m lost for this man. “Still 214 freckles and nine moles.”

I can’t help but grin at his big brain. “There is a difference?”

“Yes, but your pussy feels too damn good to discuss that right now. You look and feel so perfect, Em.”

I throw my head back into his shoulder, and he nuzzles my neck, kissing and licking my heated skin. “I forget that you have a photographic memory. This is my insecurities talking, but don’t tell me you’re comparing me to all those girls you had.”

He scoffs. “It was three very forgettable girls, and none of them compared to this body.” He smacks my ass, and I hiss in surprise. He has always been so heavy-handed with his smacks to my ass. I love it. He snakes his hand up, collaring my neck, his thumb against my pulse point as he holds me. In a gruff voice, he rumbles into my ear, “You also know that I lose all sense of reality when my eyes land on you. Everything fades away, and it’s just you.”

“Oh God, Quinn,” I cry out, overwhelmed by how deeply he’s fucking me and his words. He knows how to work me in all the ways I crave, stimulating my brain and destroying my body.

“Yes, baby,” he says hoarsely against my ear. “I love how you strangle my cock.”

I tremble in his arms as he kisses down my back. He pulls his body from mine, and I cry out at the loss of him until he grabs both of my ass cheeks to spread them wide. I whine loudly for him like his personal fun-sized whore as he groans, “I fucking love your ass.” He smacks my left cheek, and I squeak. “I love how big it is, how it jiggles, and fuck… These stretch marks? You didn’t have them before.”

I gasp, my pussy spasming around his thickness. “Yeah. I may have eaten my feelings.”

“I love them.” I look over my shoulder to the wet dream behind me. Not only is he standing there looking like a Greek god with water streaming down his chest and abs, but his eyes are intent on my ass. Heat and adoration are in his depths as he stares at me like I’m his next meal. I look down to watch him run the tips of his fingers along each of my stretch marks. I’ve gained weight, and I wasn’t worried about what he’d think.

Because of little things like this that he does.

He always makes me feel so damn good.

He trails his hands up the globes of my ass, spreading my cheeks again. He groans in such a delicious way, and I’m moaning at knowing just how much he wants me. He covers my back with his body once more and slides a hand between my legs. I gasp when he rolls my clit between his fingers while he fucks me slowly. Each thrust is gentle and sweet as he sucks along my shoulder and neck. Quinn drags his thick lips up my neck to nibble on my earlobe, and I’m arching against him, mindless from his assault on my pussy. He slowly pulls out, then thrusts back in hard, taking my breath away before he growls against my ear, “I want to fuck your ass.”

My lips pull up as I lean my head back into his, my whole body shaking because I’m almost there. “Is that right?”

“It’s mine anyway.”

I snort, but it turns into a moan when he hammers into me in three quick thrusts. “Oh?”

“Oh yeah,” he says, all gravelly and fucking sexy. “My name on the inside of your thigh claims all holes.”

“All?” I grit out, and I’m right there. Ready to fall.

“Every.”

Thrust.

“ Fucking .”

Thrust .

“One.”

Thrust.

On the last thrust, I’m not sure if it’s his words or how beautifully he’s playing my pussy, as if it’s the strings of his guitar, but I explode like the fireworks at the Stanley Cup win. I’ve been to enough wins, so I know the fireworks are massive, loud, and bright, and that’s exactly how I feel and sound as I come all over him.

“Quinn!” I bellow, and he groans against my neck.

My heart swells when he wraps one arm around me like a steel band, while he brings the other up under my knees before he squeezes my body to his, suspending me in his arms. He thrusts up into me, rutting me like his life depends on it, before he fills me so deeply, I scream his name. He buries his face in my neck, and I can feel his heart slamming into my back, matching the cadence of mine as he fills me with his hot release. I let my eyes drift shut as our breaths fill the bathroom, and he rocks into me. He kisses my neck, my ear, then he whispers, “God, Em. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Don’t try,” I pant, and his strangled chuckle hits me in the gut.

“I have no intention of ever stopping,” he retorts as he slowly lowers my feet to the tile. He reaches up and turns my head for a long, lusty kiss that has me curling my toes against the tiles. He kisses down my shoulder as he pulls out, and his release runs down my thigh. I love how it feels, how he makes me feel. Before I can turn, though, he is kissing down my spine, and then he crouches down and bites my ass cheek. I squeal, smacking him away as he chuckles and then wraps his arms around me to bring me under the water spray.

I lean against him, feeling his heart still crashing against his ribs. “I told you I love that ass. It’s so appealing.” I can only giggle as he squirts some body wash onto a loofah and proceeds to wash me. I look up at him, and my heart swells at the sight of him concentrating on cleaning me up. When he catches me watching, he grins. “What?”

“Nothing. Just taking in the view.”

His lips curve more as he kisses my nose. “You’re the view, Em.” Quinn kisses my lips, and I turn in his arms for a better angle. The loofah hits the floor of the shower between us when the kiss becomes desperate, but I don’t want anything other than his lips on mine. He pulls away, trailing lazy kisses along my jaw and cheeks before he whispers, “If we keep this up, I’ll be late to work.”

I grin against his lips. “I can be your sugar momma.”

He cackles at that. “No way, but I do want your car.”

“Take it,” I say, meeting his gaze, and his eyes soften before he tucks some of my hair behind my ears. “I want you to have it.”

He swallows, his eyes searching mine before a goofy grin moves over his lips. “I mean, I’m not going to say no.”

We laugh at that as he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me closer. I move my hands up his chest, rubbing my thumbs along his pecs. He trails his lips along my temple as we let the water flow down around us. I think we both know that when we leave this bathroom, the real world is waiting for us.

“Quinn.”

“Hm?”

“You said you haven’t slept with anyone in a year.” I feel him tense up, and I let my eyes close. He’s not going to answer this—or he’ll lie. I swallow past the lump that forms as I ask, “Have you not slept with Ava?”

He hesitates for only a moment. Then against my temple, he answers, “No.”

Not sure what to say to that, I whisper, “Oh.” But I do know what I want to say. I want to ask a million questions, but I don’t want to push him away. I don’t want to rush him into anything. I want him to tell me because he wants to. I know I made this harder for him—I do that well—but I’d fully expected him to tell me what is going on by now. Yeah, we’ve been fucking for the last eight hours, but still. We took breaks. We had snacks. Surely he’s thought about what he’s going to do about this fiancée issue.

He tips my face up, our eyes locking as he rubs his thumb along my jaw. “I…I—” His words break off, but I don’t miss the trepidation in his gaze. “I don’t regret anything that happened between you and me, okay? I want this. I want you.” I don’t trust myself to talk, so I only nod. “But I’ve got to tell her, and I’ve got to figure out what the hell I’m going to do with all that.”

“I can come with you.”

He shakes his head. “Your name intimidates her, baby. Your being there will amplify everything, and I don’t want to expose you to her. Just let me deal with her.”

“Let me help.”

He traces my lips with his thumb. “I made this mess. I have to clean it up.”

“But I want to help.”

He smiles before he presses a kiss to my nose. Then he trails one finger along my cheek before kissing my lips. He doesn’t move his body, but he pulls back a bit, his lips lingering on me as his gaze burns into mine. My heart stutters at the sight—the longing, the fear, the need for me.

But most of all, the love.

He looks at me as if I’m the cure for all his problems, when, really, I’m the reason we’re here.

I cup his jaw as he whispers, “I know, and I love you for that. But let me handle it.”

My eyes search his. “Quinn, don’t let her push you around. Use your big dick energy. Take control the way you do when you’re between my legs.”

His brow pops, but he chuckles deeply as he glides his thumbs over my jaw. “My big dick energy is only for you,” he says, nibbling on my bottom lip. “But I hear you, and I’m going to fix this.”

I want to believe him, but I’ve got this awful feeling that she owns him in a malicious way. Not like how I lovingly own him. I lean in, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring him down to me. I kiss his nose then his top lip. “I’m madly in love with you.”

His lips curve slightly, his eyes dark and wanton. “Don’t ever question how much I love you, Em.”

“I don’t,” I promise. But of course, me being me, I pop a brow at him. “But you best not choose her over me.”

“I can’t,” he admits in a whisper. “I won’t.”

His eyes tell me he means his promise. But something doesn’t feel right.

I don’t say that, though. I kiss him because, no matter what, I will make sure we have forever.