“God, yes,” I whimper, running my fingers through his hair.
His cock is pulsating against me, twitching with satisfaction, as he kisses his way to the other side of my chest, where he returns the favor. My fingers graze down his toned abdomen, the lower V-shape at his hips, and I waste no time in locking my fingers around his cock.
He flinches, thrusting forward, slamming his palm against the wall to keep himself steady. Grinding into me, he fucks my hand, moaning loudly. His cock is so hard, it’s absolutely throbbing for me. The desperation of needing to fill me flickers in his eyes.
“Please,” he begs me, trembling. “I’m so goddamn hard.” Again, he pushes forward into my grasp, grazing his teeth over my shoulder, biting down as I squeal. “Fuck, baby. If you don’t let me have you, right now, I’m going to fucking explode.”
“Take me, Ghost,” I whisper, as he impatiently lifts me from the floor.
Without wasting another second, he lifts me up, locking my legs around his waist. He positions the tip of his cock at my entrance, and slowly sinks inside of me, inch by inch. Digging his fingertips into my lower back, bruising my skin, he moves within me.
His strokes become slow, and torturous, as his length consumes me. And I’m already there, ready to come undone, as my breathing catches in my throat.
“I saved this just for you,” I mumble against his mouth.
“Such a good girl,” he sharply exhales, increasing the strength with each thrust.
My orgasm claims me, as my body begins to shake, and I cry out in ecstasy. My legs tremor as I grind my hips against him, working my clit at the same time, until my cries fade to soft, little whimpers.
Many thoughts rush through my mind, but there’s only one that stands out. I could get used to this. But this is just for one night. One night only. By sunrise, it’s over.
And that’s what truly scares me.
Through the window, the sun’s rays beam into the room. Ghost pulls me closer in his sleep, the muscles in his arm flexing as his grip on me tightens. Pressing my face in the crook of his neck, I breathe in the lingering, heady scent of his soap.
When suddenly, fear consumes me. It’s morning. I’m too attached. I need to leave.
I need to leave, now.
Carefully lifting his arm, I sneak away, trying my best not to wake him. Tiptoeing across the room, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What am I doing?
Shutting the door quietly behind me, I release a small breath, hating how I allowed myself to form such an unhealthy attachment to him. Walking down the quiet hallway, my heart hammers in my chest with each step, as I try not to wake anyone.
Until I come to realize I’m not alone.
Jason stands at the kitchen island, pouring himself a cup of coffee, and when he notices my presence, he becomes still. And he knows. Placing the pot onto the granite counter, he frowns, seeming disheartened with my decision to leave.
“Before you sneak out, do you at least want some coffee?” he asks smugly.
Sheepishly dropping my gaze to the floor, I rub my face with my hands. “Shit,” I mutter dryly. “I figured you would still be sleeping. I’m sorry.”
“Coffee?” he reiterates, edginess in his tone.
“I’m okay—”
“Here.” Jason walks around the island, gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. He hands me the canteen of hot coffee, locking his eyes with mine. “To go.”
“I’m sorry,” I anxiously blurt out, embarrassed.
“Is he awake?”
“No,” I practically whisper. “He’s still sleeping.”
His face hardens. “He’s not going to like this, Quinn,” he presses, rubbing his fingers along his jaw. “He’s going to lose his shit when he wakes up and you’re not there.”
“I told him that by sunrise, it’s over.”
He steps closer, catching me off guard. “But is that really what you want?” he asks.
My heart immediately sinks at the thought of losing him.
Losing all of them.
His eyes narrow. “Seems like you’ve already made up your mind,” he points out. “Tell him. Tell him what you want. How you feel.”
“It was just one night of fun,” I try to convince myself. “I’m sure that he’s going to wake up and forget all about me. That’s how it usually works. I really have to go.”
Bolting for the front door, I stop dead in my tracks, my hand lingering on the knob. Turning around one last time, our eyes lock in an intense stare.