Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I didn’t think. Didn’t question. Only reacted.
I reached for the gun, but it wasn’t there.
Mostly because it was in Quinn’s hand and already aimed at the female that’d entered our inner sanctum.
“Don’t fuckin’ move,” Quinn ordered, gripping the gun so hard I heard the metal groan.
“I second his assessment,” Gable snarled. “Drop the gun.”
My pussy clenched on Quinn’s cock, shock and surprise at the sound of voices in the room that I thought was empty but for the two of us.
“I’d rather fuckin’ die than…” Elliette snarled, whirling on Gable.
But, before anyone could move, Auden was there, disarming her before she could do a thing more than take a step in his brother’s direction.
The light was flipped on, and I was left staring in shock as Gable and Auden each stood naked but a pair of skintight underwear, in the room where I was currently stuffed full of their brother’s cock.
Elliette, upon seeing us, screamed, “You fuckin’ bitch!”
Quinn did the strong man routine, jackknifed up, and maneuvered us so that he was over the top of me, still very much inside of me, and protecting me with his body again.
There was a scuffle, and then the sound of Elliette being dragged out of the room.
The door slammed closed, and I heard a body hit the floor right outside the bedroom door as a pair of cuffs clinked together.
It was a very distinctive sound, and I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Where do you think your brothers had those cuffs hiding?”
I turned my gaze to my husband—my God, was it a great feeling to be able to call him that—to see him staring down at me with mirth on his face.
He flexed his hips, and then started to push inside me in small pulses.
“I thought you said that you couldn’t do any work tonight?” I asked breathlessly.
Embarrassingly enough, I was stupidly close.
All that had just happened, and there I was, ready to burst.
Jesus, was that all it took? Him inside of me, giving me that look?
I arched my back, my peaked nipples pressed against the fabric of my shirt, that was in turn pressed against his hard chest.
His gaze went to my mouth, and then he did this delicious slide of his hips, and I was moaning.
“Not to break this up!” Gable called out. “But police are here. Hurry it up.”
I rolled us both back over, me on top, and took over.
Despite what he said, he was still hurt.
He’d fallen out of a plane with me and lived.
The least I could do was get him off quick after he’d taken that fall for me.
“Fuck,” he squeezed his eyes closed.
I was close.
So close, in fact, that it took two falls of my hips onto his hard thighs and I was coming.
I vaguely saw the cords of his neck start to strain as he threw his head back before I fell too far into my own orgasm.
I heard him grunt out my name.
Heard him growl, felt his abs tighten.
And then the sweet sensation of his liquid heat filling me up as he came deep inside me.
The sawing of his breath in and out of his lungs as he let out a whined, “Ow,” had me rolling off of him.
Our combined releases rolled out of me and onto his lap, and I hurried to the bathroom for a towel before tossing it to him to clean up.
While I was cleaning up in the bathroom, he was getting dressed in our shared closest.
Our shared closet.
Our house.
The house that he’d built just for me.
My dream house.
Was this real life?
“Hurry up, baby,” Quinn said as he popped his head into the bathroom and watched me clean myself up with toilet paper. “I’ll be outside.”
And he was, waiting right there, the moment I exited the bedroom.
I couldn’t look his brothers in the face as I made my way to Quinn’s side and buried my face into him.
He laughed, pulled me in tight to his body, and continued the discussion of what went down tonight with the detective on the case.
And when he got to the part where I was having sex with him, and barely left out a single detail, I flushed a radioactive fuchsia and groaned, trying to practically crawl into Quinn’s body in embarrassment.
“Quinn,” I gasped, mortification taking a stranglehold on me. “He didn’t need to know that you finished!”
Every fucking cop in the damn house laughed.
Even my father-in-law.
Fuck my life.
The first thing a man looks at is a woman’s heart. It’s not our fault that her tits are in front of her heart.
—Quinn to Shayne
SHAYNE
3 months later
It was hard to think about life before.
The last three months had been… perfect.
Well, perfectly imperfect.
Quinn and I were still working. He spent quite a bit of time with the gang unit. Meanwhile, I spent a lot of time at home by myself.