Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Anything.” And that’s the truth. I’ve only known this woman for a short time, but I would do anything for her.
“If you ever decide you don’t want me anymore, or you want someone else, please let me go.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and her eyes go glossy. She didn’t ask me not to cheat on her. She didn’t ask me to tell her if I do. She asked me to let her go. Because her fuck-nut of an ex strung her along while he cheated on her. She felt trapped when all she wanted was to be set free.
“It’s never going to happen—”
“Lachlan, please,” she cuts me off, begging, and fuck if I don’t want to slam my fist into something right now.
“But,” I say emphasizing the word to make it clear I wasn’t done, “if I ever do, I promise to let you go.” The words taste sour on my tongue, but I know she needs to hear them. And when her shoulders visibly sag in relief, it’s confirmed. “Now will you please dance with me?”
Her eyes dart behind me, and I look back to see what—or who—she’s looking at. I spot Shea standing by the table staring at us with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Ignore her. Come dance with me.” Taking her hand in mine, I guide her out of sight of the table and over to an empty-ish area. The club is crowded as hell. It’s a popular place, and it’s Saturday night, but here in the corner, it’s not as crowded.
Pulling her into my arms, I glide my hands down her curvy sides and land on her ass. Fuck, I love her ass. Quinn’s hands link together behind my neck as she begins to grind her front against mine. Needing to taste her again, I bring my mouth to hers, tasting the lip gloss again, but when my tongue delves between her parted lips, I can taste the whiskey on her breath, and I know it’s my family’s. It has a very distinct taste to it, and the thought that she was drinking my family’s whiskey has me wanting to take her right here and now. She moans softly into my mouth, finally kissing me back. My tongue sweeps past her teeth once again, finding hers. Tasting. Teasing. Our tongues find a rhythm as our kiss deepens.
Needing to be even closer to her, my thigh pushes her legs farther apart, and I run my knee along the apex of her thighs, against her heat. “Oh, God,” she groans into my mouth. I continue rubbing my knee forward and backward. Teasing. Tormenting.
“Lach,” she moans, and I know she’s coming. Her legs shake, and if I wasn’t holding her, she would probably collapse. Our kiss breaks, and her head lands on my shoulder, her teeth biting down gently as she comes undone right here on the dance floor. And fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“I’ve made you come twice now,” I whisper into her ear. “You’re most definitely mine.” She doesn’t say anything, but I can feel her nod into my shoulder. “Let’s get you home.” Another nod.
After Quinn uses the restroom, we head back over to the table to let everyone know we’re leaving. I feel bad it’s Declan’s first night back and I’m bailing on him, but there’s no way I’m asking Quinn to hang out with Shea. But when Declan gives me a slight head nod, I know he gets it.
“I’ll see you back at home later,” I tell him.
“I’ll get Shea and Riley set up in a hotel,” he tells me.
“Thanks, man.”
I snag a cab, and even though Quinn insists she can get home on her own, I ride with her back to her place. When we arrive at her house, I ask the driver to wait a second, so I can get out and walk her to her door.
“Thank you for the dance,” I tell her with a grin that makes her laugh. Pushing her up against the door, I lean in and nip her bottom lip. She giggles, and her hands, which are as soft as her lips, touch my cheeks.
“Thank you for the dance,” she murmurs before deepening the kiss.
Wanting to be a gentleman, and still trying to take shit slow, I reluctantly pull back, breaking the kiss. “Call me.”
She nods in understanding. “Okay.”
Fourteen
Quinn
It’s Saturday night and Kinsley is in bed. She was feeling a bit under the weather and conked out early, giving me some time to finally work on my edits. This week has been literally one failure after the next. After the horrible-turned-amazing evening with Lachlan at the club, I met with Jenna Sunday morning. When we sat down and went over my finances, I learned that even with Rick’s money, I can’t afford a home where my siblings live. Well, I could, but it would mean having to use the money from my savings, and since I don’t make enough to afford the house with my income, I would eventually run out. I had no idea Cobble Hill was so expensive. In order to buy, or even rent, I’ll have to be willing to move to another area, and that will mean Kinsley switching schools. I thanked Jenna for taking the time to go over it all with me. I know a lot of realtors would just want the commission. I told her I would think about it, and she offered to send me over several listings that are in my price range.