Page 38 of Sin for You

“I mean, when you want to end it, or you meet someone else, you’ll finish things with us first, right?” The good thing about casual sex-only relationships was you didn’t need to tread carefully; you could put all your cards on the table, and if it didn’t work for one of the parties, no harm done. You went your separate ways.

One of his large hands slid up my back and into my hair. He gently fisted and tilted my head back. I could see his eyes glittering in the moonlight through the window.

“Don’t want anyone else right now, sweets. Can’t see me wanting anyone else for a while yet. But you have my word. I would never do you that way, understand? Not ever.”

“Yeah, of course,” I said, emotion rushing up on me out of nowhere.

He pressed his lips to mine gently then leaned back. “You’re not just some random piece of ass, Quinn, but you have to know…Christ, I hope you know, I wouldn’t fuck anyone over like that, and especially not you.”

“No, I do. I just…I thought we should sort out the boundaries or whatever,” I said, deflecting. I didn’t want to delve into my deep-rooted fears right then, not when I was enjoying myself so much. I knew Bull would eventually get bored of me—they always did—but I wanted to feel happy, secure, with what we had while we had it. “Like rules, I guess.”

He started toying with my hair. “What kind of rules?”

“Umm, well, I guess, while I’m here, until I go back to Portland, we should keep what we’re doing a secret. If Cal or Dane or Cassy found out, they’d get the wrong idea, you know, think it’s something different than it is.”

He slowly dipped his chin. “Yeah, okay.”

“Has Dane said anything? About the other day, catching us kissing?”

“No, but I’ll talk to him.”

“Good.”

“What else?” he said.

“When one of us wants to end it, that’s it, it’s over. No harm, no foul, we move on and go back to the way we were…just friends.”

This time I got a grunt and a hand sliding over my butt then dipping between my thighs.

“We done with the rules,” he said, sliding his fingers through my already slick flesh.

“Ahhh…yup.”

“Good. Now put your hand on my dick.”

“Excellent plan.”

He chuckled, and it was sexy as hell. Though the chuckles died when I fisted his thick cock, dragging my hand up and back.

“Christ, I want inside you,” he growled.

“Next time,” I said, or more moaned when he slid a finger inside me. “I’ll bring the condoms.”

He hissed as I cupped his balls with my other hand. “So will I.”

Then there was no more talking.

Chapter Ten

Bull

Today was like the day that never ended.

I watched Quinn move across the bar, and, fuck, she was trying to kill me wearing those jeans with the roses on the ass. She’d also forgone her usual bar shirt and was wearing a little red thing with sparkly bits and a deep V neck, giving a nice view down her shirt. The gentle mounds of her breasts were encased in a red bra to match—I knew because the shoulder of her shirt kept drooping off one shoulder, flashing the strap. Christ, I was hungry for another taste of her.

I’d left her place early this morning, and she was all I could think about—what we’d done, what I planned to do to her later.

Maybe it was just another dream, and in a moment I’d wake up hard and alone in my bed.