trashcan and after taking a drink replied, “Good. You?”
He lowered his bottle from his lips. “Good.”
She nodded. “Well, it was good seeing you. I need to get back to my date.” And she was gone.
The pang of jealousy inside him made him whisper out a, “Fuck!” then he went out back to join Oz again.
Gunner stood in the kitchen talking to some of the guys when Tilly came breezing in.
“God, I can’t stand that guy,” she said to Oz, rolling her eyes.
“Babe,” Oz answered which made her giggle.
“He’s such a… yuck ! I don’t know what she sees in him either! He can’t be that good in bed,” she huffed, grabbing another bottle of wine from the refrigerator then leaving.
“Jesus,” Oz pronounced watching his wife leave the kitchen. “You seen that guy?”
Gunner nodded. He had. And the guy looked like the biggest pussy he’d ever seen: small build, tailored suit, hair immaculately styled. Total opposite of Gunner and he had no idea what Quinn saw in him.
But thinking of Quinn in bed with this guy had him on edge which pissed him off. What the fuck was going on with him? She was just a woman for Christ’s sake.
He did his best to ignore what he was feeling before finally saying, “Gotta take a piss.”
“Use the one in my bedroom ‘cause the other’s probably in use,” Oz instructed.
Gunner went into the living room seeing that Quinn was nowhere in sight and wondered if she’d left which would be a good damned thing. Out of sight out of mind and all that shit. He’d just walked into Oz’s bedroom when lo and behold, out of the bathroom came the woman herself.
“Oh. It’s you,” she said, trying to get by him.
“Yeah. It’s me.” Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed her arm and jerked her back inside the bathroom, slamming the door closed.
“What the fuck are you—” she got out before he slammed his mouth down on hers.
His hand went to her breast, grabbing it hard, his thumb gliding over her erect nipple making her moan into his mouth. And when her leg hitched around the back of his, he knew she wanted him as much as he did her.
He slid his other hand down the front of her jeans, lower inside her panties and his fingers traced through the wet he found there. Growling against her mouth he said, “Fucking wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Oh, God.” Her lips moved against his before her hands went to his jeans getting them unbuttoned.
And that was all the encouragement he needed. He had her jeans unzipped, down and off one leg in no time before picking her up by her tiny waist and sitting her on the counter. He next pulled out his wallet getting a condom out and slipping it on and ordering. “Feet on the counter,” and watched as she placed at least five-inch wedge heels up there. Fuck!
She did as he said, leaning back on her hands, then moving forward he put his cock at her entrance making her cry out at the contact. Gritting his teeth, he slid in slowly.
“So fucking tight. Jesus Christ,” he said low, putting his hands under her ass a bit and raising her up to help ease himself inside.
Once he was fully seated, she brought her hands up, grasping at his shoulders, her chest heaving with every breath she took as he began moving inside.
“You like my cock, don’t you, Quinn?”
He saw her bite her lip, probably getting ready to blast her with a smartassed comment, before she said, “Yes!” on an exhale.
And that comment alone made his goddamned day.
Looking into her eyes, he kept his thrusts steady, keeping one hand on her ass and moving the other to the front circling her clit, his eyes on hers the entire time. When she moved one of her hands moved down and she ringed her fingers tightly around the base of his cock, he groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders.
When he brought his head forward, he saw that she was lost in her bliss, her eyes glazed and mouth open, totally loving his dick inside her which was a huge turn on. He
He lowered his bottle from his lips. “Good.”
She nodded. “Well, it was good seeing you. I need to get back to my date.” And she was gone.
The pang of jealousy inside him made him whisper out a, “Fuck!” then he went out back to join Oz again.
Gunner stood in the kitchen talking to some of the guys when Tilly came breezing in.
“God, I can’t stand that guy,” she said to Oz, rolling her eyes.
“Babe,” Oz answered which made her giggle.
“He’s such a… yuck ! I don’t know what she sees in him either! He can’t be that good in bed,” she huffed, grabbing another bottle of wine from the refrigerator then leaving.
“Jesus,” Oz pronounced watching his wife leave the kitchen. “You seen that guy?”
Gunner nodded. He had. And the guy looked like the biggest pussy he’d ever seen: small build, tailored suit, hair immaculately styled. Total opposite of Gunner and he had no idea what Quinn saw in him.
But thinking of Quinn in bed with this guy had him on edge which pissed him off. What the fuck was going on with him? She was just a woman for Christ’s sake.
He did his best to ignore what he was feeling before finally saying, “Gotta take a piss.”
“Use the one in my bedroom ‘cause the other’s probably in use,” Oz instructed.
Gunner went into the living room seeing that Quinn was nowhere in sight and wondered if she’d left which would be a good damned thing. Out of sight out of mind and all that shit. He’d just walked into Oz’s bedroom when lo and behold, out of the bathroom came the woman herself.
“Oh. It’s you,” she said, trying to get by him.
“Yeah. It’s me.” Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed her arm and jerked her back inside the bathroom, slamming the door closed.
“What the fuck are you—” she got out before he slammed his mouth down on hers.
His hand went to her breast, grabbing it hard, his thumb gliding over her erect nipple making her moan into his mouth. And when her leg hitched around the back of his, he knew she wanted him as much as he did her.
He slid his other hand down the front of her jeans, lower inside her panties and his fingers traced through the wet he found there. Growling against her mouth he said, “Fucking wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Oh, God.” Her lips moved against his before her hands went to his jeans getting them unbuttoned.
And that was all the encouragement he needed. He had her jeans unzipped, down and off one leg in no time before picking her up by her tiny waist and sitting her on the counter. He next pulled out his wallet getting a condom out and slipping it on and ordering. “Feet on the counter,” and watched as she placed at least five-inch wedge heels up there. Fuck!
She did as he said, leaning back on her hands, then moving forward he put his cock at her entrance making her cry out at the contact. Gritting his teeth, he slid in slowly.
“So fucking tight. Jesus Christ,” he said low, putting his hands under her ass a bit and raising her up to help ease himself inside.
Once he was fully seated, she brought her hands up, grasping at his shoulders, her chest heaving with every breath she took as he began moving inside.
“You like my cock, don’t you, Quinn?”
He saw her bite her lip, probably getting ready to blast her with a smartassed comment, before she said, “Yes!” on an exhale.
And that comment alone made his goddamned day.
Looking into her eyes, he kept his thrusts steady, keeping one hand on her ass and moving the other to the front circling her clit, his eyes on hers the entire time. When she moved one of her hands moved down and she ringed her fingers tightly around the base of his cock, he groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders.
When he brought his head forward, he saw that she was lost in her bliss, her eyes glazed and mouth open, totally loving his dick inside her which was a huge turn on. He
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