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

Chapter 40

Chapter

Forty

Quinn

Once the door to our apartment shuts behind us, I push Emery up against it. I lift her up so those thick thighs can wrap around my waist. She moans against my lips when I press my throbbing cock into her sweetness, and I grin between kisses. “Fuck, you drive me wild, Em.” When I slide my hands up the backs of her thighs to find her ass bare, my eyes widen. “Emery Elaine, where are your panties?”

She throws a lazy grin at me, hooded eyes meeting mine. “I told you. They’re in your car.”

I almost choke on my tongue. “So, you mean to tell me you went all crazy possessive hacker on Ava with no panties on?”

“I can do a lot of things without panties,” she says before leaning in closer to nip at my bottom lip. “The most important thing being loving you.”

I growl in response, holding her by her ass to carry her to our room. I throw her onto the bed, covering her body with mine, digging my hips into her thighs as I meet her mouth with my own. Between kisses, I whisper against her lips, “We aren’t leaving this bed.” She smiles, threading her fingers through my hair before she pauses with them at the back of my neck. “This bed is ours, this room is ours, this place is ours.” I fucking love how all that sounds, desire swirling in my gut while happiness blazes in my chest. “The spare room will be our office.”

She gasps against my mouth, lifting her hips to rub herself all over my swollen length. “These are big plans you’re making for us.”

“Only us,” I tell her before I push her shirt up and off. I kiss down her sternum, lifting her bra out of my way to get to her hard peaks. She mewls as I lick and nibble on her flesh. She reaches for my scrub top, and I pause to throw it off. I press my hot chest to her stomach, and we both groan in satisfaction. I lick up her breast to her collarbone and back to her mouth before our tongues tangle together. She pushes on my scrub pants, and I help until my cock is freed. On my next breath, I thrust into her in one go, her warm pussy stretching around my cock with ease. I fill her to the hilt and revel in her screaming my name. I groan against her mouth as she squeezes me, her eyes opening to meet mine.

A smile slides over my lips as I bring my hand up to cup her cheek. “You’re so insanely beautiful.”

She grins. “I thought you were calling me insane.”

“That too,” I say with a wink before I roll my hips. “I love your insane side, though.”

“Good. It comes out to play a lot,” she says on a moan.

“And I’m always ready.”

“Only you can handle me.”

“That’s what I was born to do,” I moan as I hit her deeper and deeper with each thrust. “Damn, Em. I can’t last when I’m in you. You feel so fucking good.”

“Harder,” she pleads, her pussy strangling me as I move in and out of her with more need than I ever thought I could survive. She traces her nails down my back as she arches up, and my balls tighten. I love how good she feels and how urgently she wants me, just how I want her. I sit back, dragging her up on my thighs so that I can play with her clit. I need to feel her come undone around my cock while my name falls from her lips. I rub circles around her swollen nub, and she shoots off, her thighs shaking around my hips as she cries my name, her back arching.

I’m a goner.

I thrust only one more time before filling her up with my release, and her pussy sucks every drop out of me. “Fucking hell, Em,” I groan, and I swear I pass out for a moment. I don’t know why this time feels so different. So fucking right. I fall into the spot beside her, wrapping my arms around her and hauling her into my chest. She lies half on me, both our releases running down her thighs and onto mine as we try to catch our breath. Our gazes are locked, her fingers moving along my jaw as our chests rise and fall together.

I cover her hand with mine, bringing it to my lips to kiss each finger before I put it back on my jaw. She lifts her lips at the side as she brings her other hand up to my neck to rub my pulse point. Still, we look nowhere but into each other’s eyes. I love this girl more than I could ever put into words. I knew from a young age that Emery would be my downfall; I just didn’t realize she’d build me up too.

“Fuck, I love you,” I say roughly, emotion burning my eyes. “So much, Em.”

Her eyes sparkle as she glides her forefinger along my lips. “I love you.” I nip at her finger, and she grins. “Do you know what you’re going to do?”

I shake my head. “No, not yet.”

She nods. “I think you should finish your residency and then decide.”

My heart throbs in my chest as I gaze into her eyes that hold such promise and support. “You think so?”

She nods. “I know you’ve been struggling, but maybe it’s because you’ve had no one when you got home. I’m here now. Let me be your peace.”

“Lovebug, that’s what you’ve always been.”

Her eyes darken as she rubs my neck. “I want whatever you want.”

Her words rattle my soul. “You’ll take care of EMQUINNY until I figure it out?”

Her eyes brighten, her lips curving up in the sexiest little grin. “I will always take care of our company.” She leans in. “Though, no one will sit in the seat beside me but you.”

I cup her jaw, bringing her in for a long, lusty kiss. She falls into me, her chest pressing into mine, and I can feel her heart slamming into my own. As we part, against her lips, I whisper, “You know you’re it for me, right?”

She nods. “I know.”

Her confidence turns me the fuck on, and I feel myself getting harder with every breath I take. “And you always will be.”

She curves her leg around mine, tangling us together as she presses closer. “Always.”

I cup her neck, my thumb stroking along the line of her chin as I gaze into her eyes. “Marry me, Em,” I whisper, unable to look anywhere but into her eyes. If she is surprised by my request, it doesn’t show. “I don’t want to be very engaged to you. I want you to be my wife.”

Her eyes are bright, her grin unstoppable. “I’ve been waiting a lifetime to have you ask me that.”

“In every lifetime, I’ll only ask you.”

She purses her lips as she leans in, her eyes demanding my attention as she holds my face in her hands. “Listen, I may run in all these lifetimes, but I’ll come back.”

I grin. “Or I’ll chase you.”

A tear escapes her eye, and it guts me. My chest seizes up, my soul burning for her as I whisper, “Lovebug, why the tears?”

“Because I love you more than anything.”

I kiss the tear away, and then I lean toward the drawer of my nightstand. I pull out the old Tiffany ring box, and I grin over my shoulder at her. She looks suspicious before I turn back to hold it between us, and her eyes widen when she sees the box.

“You already bought me a ring?”

I shake my head. “No. There is no other ring in the world for you but my mom’s.” Her eyes fill with tears as she scrambles to rise up on her knees before me, and I move my hand to hold her thigh. I rub the marks along it, and the thought of her getting thicker from carrying my kids one day has heat racing through me. With a shaky breath, I meet her gaze as I hold the box up between us. “Wearing this ring doesn’t mean you have to be like my mom, Em. Wearing this ring means I will love you fiercer than my dad ever loved my mom when she wore it. It means that I will try every day to make you smile, to make you laugh. And I know I’ll get on your nerves and we’ll argue, but before your head hits these pillows every night, I’ll remind you how much I love you and that I can’t wait to see you in the morning.”

Another tear rolls down her cheek, and my grin grows as I fight back my own tears. “Everyone always talks about how great my mom and dad’s love story is, but nothing can touch ours.”

She chokes on a sob as she leans her head to mine. “I will forever drive you crazy, and I refuse to apologize because you are mine, Quinn. You know what you’re getting, and no one will cherish you the way I can. Call me crazy because I am. Totally and completely crazy in love with you.”

I swallow thickly as I open the box for her, the teardrop-shaped black diamond shining up at us. Her breath catches, and then she fist-pumps at her side. “I love this ring, and I hoped you’d choose it.”

“I did,” I whisper as our eyes meet once more. Love sparkles in her gray depths, her chest rising and falling as a flush spreads over her gorgeous naked body. I get to love this girl for the rest of my life.

I’m one lucky bastard, for sure.

Or a complete idiot for marrying someone who can murder me without anyone knowing it.

But that’s the thrill.

Emery’s love is absolutely dangerous.

And all mine.

“I chose it because I think I knew even then that you’d be my wife one day.”

Her lips tremble as she wiggles her hand out to me. “Put it on.”

I do, and it’s a perfect fit. I rub her knuckle before wiping her tears free. “Now, you’re mine.”

“And you’re mine.”

I scoff; I always have been.

As our lips meet, I know that mine is only one little word. But when I say Emery Brooks is mine, it means more.

It means I own her heart, her soul, her laughs, her sneaky grin, her rebelliousness—fuck, her everything.

Just as she owns every single part of me.

Because there is no Quinn without Emery.