Page 46 of Sin for You

Fucking hell. “I’m fucking you, baby, nice and deep. Am I nice and deep?”

“So deep.”

My fist was pumping hard and fast, precome easing the way. My balls were drawn up tight. Quinn’s whimpers grew more urgent, her breath shaky, and I imagined the way her tits would jiggle with every breath.

“Oh God, Bull…”

“Logan,” I growled. “When you come, you call me Logan.” I had no idea where that came from, but it felt important right then.

“I’m going to…I’m…Looogann.”

Jesus. I grunted, my hips bucking at the sound of my name on her lips as she came. I fucked into my fist almost brutally, then I was coming, coating my belly in my hot sticky release, a release that didn’t want to end.

“Fucking hell,” I said when my cock finally stopped pulsing. “You still there, sweets?”

“Yes,” she said, sounding sated and sleepy and sexy.

God, I wanted to be there with her. “Feel better?”

“Mmm. I’m sleepy. You?”

No, not at all. I wanted to hold her, wanted to wake in the night and fuck her when the feel of her naked body pressed against mine got too much and I just couldn’t stop myself from spreading her thighs and sinking back inside her. “Yeah,” I said instead. “You want me to go so you can sleep?”

“No, I…I…” A beat of silence. “Will you stay on the line with me until I drift off?”

Something behind my ribs clenched. Christ, Quinn was tough, self-sufficient, confident, but then this vulnerability would surface and, man, did it call to me. It brought out the protective side of my nature and then some. I wanted to hold her so bad I shook from it. If she needed me to help her sleep, I wanted to be there to wrap her in my arms the whole night.

What was she doing to me?

“Yeah, sweets, I’ll be right here.”

“Night, Logan,” she said softly.

Another gut clench. “Night,” I rasped.

I lay there and listened to Quinn breathe down the line. As it grew deeper and slower, as she drifted off to sleep.

Then I just kept on listening.

I didn’t disconnect the call until it was nearly morning.

* * *

Quinn

“I’d love to do this again,” Cassy said as we walked out of Lake’s End Café and into the late afternoon mist. The front half of the cute little cottage had been converted by the owner, Addie, into a café. She lived in the back.

It was only a couple of blocks from The Mule, so we’d agreed to meet for coffee before my shift. “What about a movie? Or a movie night or something? Wine, good food, a pile of rom-coms?”

“I’d love that. Cal can barely sit through one movie, let alone several, and a romantic comedy? Forget it. He only likes movies about ‘real’ things.” She sighed. “I love the man, but I’m feeling cinematically deprived.”

“Well, I’m here to give you your fix.”

She laughed. “Thank God for that. Now, tell me you’ll definitely be at our party next week?”

“Of course.” Cassy was throwing a party at the ranch to celebrate her birthday. I was already looking forward to it.

We stopped outside Rocktown Ink.