Page 55 of Sin for You

“It’s cool. We all know I can’t be trusted.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and the smile he gave me was grim as hell. He winked again and headed for the door. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

I called after him, but the front door clicked shut a moment later.

“Fuck.”

Quinn moved up beside me, her small warm hand resting on my bicep. “Do you want to go after him?”

“Better to leave him until he cools off.” Though my gut told me he wasn’t pissed off; he was hurt at my lack of trust in him. But this wasn’t just my secret to tell, and the fewer people who knew the better.

I poured my own drink and crossing my arms, watched while Quinn moved around the kitchen.

She was wearing jeans that hugged her ass to perfection—they looked new and were distracting as hell—along with one of her new shirts, fitting and casual but also sexy as fuck. “What’s with all the new threads?” I asked, because, yeah, I wanted to know everything that went on in Quinn’s head. And I’d known her a long time. She’d never been into all that stuff, clothes and shit, before.

She glanced at me over her shoulder, lips curved up. “You noticed. You don’t like them?”

“You know I do,” I growled out, not on purpose, but there was no hiding how much I wanted her or how sexy I thought she looked. “Liked what you wore before, too.” I grinned. “But nothing at all works for me as well.”

Quinn laughed, eyes dancing, then she shrugged. “I don’t know, I was just sick of the old me. Bevan wasn’t only a cheating prick, he liberally dished out insults, letting me know when I didn’t look the way he wanted, when I made him unhappy. I lost myself when I was with him. I guess I’m trying to work out who I am now, on my own. I started with clothes. I wanted to try something new but didn’t know where to start. Cassy helped me.”

She smiled and opened the fridge, and I did everything in my power not to bellow my rage like a wild animal then hunt Bevan down and fuck the motherfucker up so bad he’d have trouble throwing insults at anyone ever again.

“You want something to eat?” she asked.

I shook my head, still trying to get my shit together. What I wanted was to take Quinn back upstairs and spend the day in her bed, inside her, showing her exactly how perfect and amazing she was.

The thought of going home, of being there alone—of not seeing Quinn until later, maybe not for another few days with Mason here—twisted something in my gut. I didn’t like it. Not one bit. “You want to go fishing?” I blurted, surprising my damn self when the words burst out of my mouth.

She turned to me, a sweet little frown on her face.

I felt mine heat. Fishing? What the fuck, Bull?

Christ, I was clueless when it came to women and dating.

You’re not dating, you’re fucking.

“Forget I said that. Stupid idea…”

“No…I mean, I like fishing. I haven’t been in a really long time. I’m kinda crap at it, if you want the truth. Mason and Dad used to go all the time but never really took me with them.”

I’d gone with them as well fairly often, and I could remember more than once seeing Quinn’s face pressed against the window as we drove away. “You want me to teach you?”

Why did my voice sound like that, all raw and deep? And why the fuck was my heart beating so hard? This was just Quinn.

But when I looked into her eyes across the kitchen, I didn’t just see Quinn, not anymore. No, staring back at me was the woman I’d spent the night with, the sexy-as-fuck woman who made me feel drunk simply from kissing her.

“I’d really like that,” she said, her gorgeous lips pulling up in the corners in a wide smile.

I cleared my throat. “Ah, good. You’ll need to dress warm. It’ll be cold on the lake.”

This was probably a terrible idea. It had to be against the rules somehow.

She’s still your friend. This is the friends part of the whole friends-with-benefits deal.

Nothing to freak out about.

And I kept telling myself that when we left her place a little while later.

After I stopped myself from kissing her at least ten times.