Page 63 of Sin for You

“Wet?” I gritted out.

“Yes…”

“I’m getting thirsty over there,” Mase said, coming up beside Quinn.

Fuck. What the hell was wrong with me?

I added Coke to their drinks and slid their glasses across the bar. “You want me to give you both a ride home later?”

“Yeah, that’d be good, brother,” Mase said. “If you get a break, come over and join us. Last chance for a while.”

“Yeah,” I said. “When shit dies down a bit.”

Quinn offered me a secret smile before Mase steered her back across the bar.

What was I doing?

The bar stayed busy until right before closing, so I didn’t get a chance to have a drink with them. Maybe I created a few extra jobs for myself, but sitting there with Quinn and Mase while I was feeling so shit about everything, and still wanting Quinn anyway, wasn’t something I should be doing.

Fifteen minutes later I helped carry Mason out to my truck since he was smashed off his face. Quinn tried to help me, though she was definitely tipsy herself.

She slid into the truck first, doing up her brother’s seat belt when I hefted his huge ass in beside her. I shut them in, strode around to the driver’s side, and got in as well. I glanced over. Mason was slumped against the door, eyes closed, snoring, already out cold, and Quinn was staring up at me with an expression that was pure trouble.

“Hey,” she said.

“Shit,” I muttered.

Her hand went to my thigh and she squeezed. “He’s passed out. Why don’t you hang around after we put him to bed?”

I started the truck. “Can’t do that, sweets.”

“Are you sure?” she said as I backed out of the parking spot and headed onto the street.

“Mase could catch us.”

“So? So what if he did? We’re both grown-ups—”

“You don’t mean that,” I bit out.

“I want you…like, a lot,” she said, her hand moving on my thigh, creeping higher. “I don’t think I can wait another night, Bull.”

My cock was so hard from just that touch I thought it would snap off behind my zipper. “Baby, you’re going to have to.”

“Don’t you want me like that? Like you can’t wait another moment.”

“Yeah…fuck. Of course I do, but it’s too risky.”

She was quiet a few beats. “I guess you’re right.”

Then she turned to me and lifted up, planting a sucking kiss to the side of my neck. I groaned.

“But you better take your vitamins, Superman, because come tomorrow, I’ll be hunting you down and riding you all night like a rodeo bull.”

A pained laugh exploded from me. “Woman, you’re not helping.”

“Helping with what?”

“The situation in my jeans. I need to get you the hell away from me before I’m irreparably damaged.”