“And you’re crushing me. How much do you weigh, anyway?”
“Dunno. Don’t bother with scales much.”
“Maybe you should buy one. You’re abnormally heavy.”
“It’s all the muscles.”
She sighs, closing her eyes.
“I have an idea.”
“The poor thing must be lonely inside that empty brain of yours.”
“Stop insulting me for a minute and listen. Let’s go shopping in the morning.”
She opens her eyes and quirks a brow.
“Do you not recall that the only item of clothing you currently have is a wedding dress?”
“Are you really suggesting I should go shopping for clothes wearing a wedding dress?”
“Hmm. That is a problem. I’ll have some things brought up from the boutique downstairs, then we’ll go shopping.”
“I have plenty of my own stuff to wear, Quinn. You don’t have to bother buying me anything.”
“Everything you own is black.”
“Oh. Right.” She pauses, chewing her lip thoughtfully. “And I threw out all my old clothes after I moved in with Gianni.”
“So we’ll go shopping. While we’re doing that, I’ll send some lads to your house to pack your things.”
I watch her expression carefully to see what she thinks of that idea.
After a moment of processing it, she says, “Because I’m moving in with you.”
I dip my head and press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Aye. If you want to.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Don’t be a bloody moron.”
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a yes.”
“I just wanted you to say it out loud.”
“I already told you before.”
Lowering her lashes, she whispers, “I know. But I like hearing it.”
It’s so bashful and so unlike her, it catches me completely off guard. It also charms the bejesus out of me.
I say gruffly, “I want you to live with me. I want you to sleep with me. I want you to shower with me, feed me, and fuck me every night and four times on the weekends.”
“Aha! I knew you were going to make me cook!”
“Really? That’s what you got out of all that?”
“No,” she says softly, smiling up at me. “I got the other stuff, too.”
“And?”
“And…it was all very nice.”
“Nice? You force me to wear my heart on my sleeve and all I get for the bloody effort is a ‘nice’？’”
“Is Mr. Hyde coming out to play now? I feel like we’re about to start arguing. Wait, or is it Dr. Jekyll?”
When I growl, she laughs, thoroughly pleased with herself.
“I’m only getting you back for making me wear my heart on my sleeve.”
“Fine. We’re even. No more getting each other back for anything else, aye?”
Grinning at me, she teases, “Aye.”
I flip onto my back and pull her along with me. She settles on my chest with a sigh of satisfaction and runs her toes along the insides of my calves. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her hair and close my eyes.
I don’t realize I’m smiling until she reaches up and touches my lips.
She says, “You really are incredibly handsome, Quinn. I’ve never seen a man with a jawline like this. Even with the beard, it could cut steel.”
My voice thick with emotion, I say, “Now you’re spoiling me.”
“Yes. Do you like it?”
“Aye, evil witch. I fucking like it. Which you know. Stop patting yourself on the back about it and keep going.”
“Okay. Hmm…what if I told you that when I first saw you, my heart skipped a beat?”
“My dick would get hard, that’s what.”
“It already is.”
She’s not lying. All this praise she’s heaping on me has my balls tight and my cock jacked. It wants to get sunk into her sweet, slick heat again.
Reaching between us, she wraps her hand around my erection. “Would you show me how to kiss it so it feels good for you?”
My eyes snap open. My heart takes off like a rocket.
“Because I don’t know how to do that.” She exhales a shaky laugh. “Enzo was embarrassed about how small he was, so he didn’t like me to even look at it, let alone put it in my mouth.”
I’m a sick, sick puppy for how happy it makes me feel to know that a） he had a small cock and b） she never sucked it. Also that she wants to suck mine.
She’s right: all that therapy I had was a waste of money. I’m still as fucked up as they come.
Exhaling a slow breath, I say, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do. And you shouldn’t feel obligated to do something just because I’ve done it to you.”
“I know. Which are all reasons why I want to do it.”
When I only lie there with a hammering heart, trying to figure out if I should kill myself now because this is clearly the highlight of my life and everything can only be downhill from here, she whispers, “I want to make you feel good, Quinn. It makes me feel good to please you.”
I groan.
Now I can kill myself.
She slides down my body until she’s eye level with my dick. Propped up on her elbows between my legs as I stroke her hair, she muses, “I wonder if all those romance authors I read have been secretly following you around for inspiration.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning oversized dicks are the norm in my books.” She looks up at me. “Or is this the normal size?”
Trying to suppress a smile, I say, “I’m no expert, but from what I understand, there are as many different sizes and shapes of cocks as there are men.”
“Oh.” She stares at my hard dick again. “God, if there are cocks bigger than this, the men who own them must be giants.”
“The fact that you’re not even trying to give me a compliment makes that the best compliment of them all so far.”
“So how do I start? Pretend it’s a lollipop?”
I’d have never in a million years believed I’d be trying not to laugh out loud when a woman was about to give me head, but this day just never stops surprising.
“Give me your hand.”
I guide her hand to my shaft and curl her fingers around the base.
Wide-eyed, she whispers, “My fingers can’t even touch.”
“Be quiet now.”
Wrapping my hand around hers, I squeeze, then draw her hand up the length of me to just under the crown. I squeeze again there and murmur, “Lick the slit on top.”
She laps at it eagerly like a kitten with a bowl of cream. It feels fucking incredible, but we’re only getting started. I don’t want to come all over her face and ruin the mood.
My voice husky, I say, “Take your time. Suck on it a little, just the crown, then lick again.”
When her lips slide over the engorged head of my dick, a low moan breaks from my chest. She sucks, and my eyes slide shut. Her hot wet tongue swirls over the slit on top, and I shudder.
“Good?”
“Perfect.”
I guide her hand down the shaft again, flexing up against the pressure as she continues to suck and lick the crown.