Kaley wasn't going to hate him. He was going to make sure she didn't get a chance to think about anything but him.
"It'll be fine."
For the rest of the afternoon, he helped his sister pack, and saw her off. She was going to visit their parents. Quinn promised to take care of Kaley. He asked her to wait until it was time for Kaley to get off work before she sent a text. Entering the apartment, Quinn was more in control. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to get what he wanted. He never gave up.
Entering the kitchen, he made a quick casserole so he and Kaley would enter the apartment to wonderful smells. He phoned his mother to talk him through Kaley's favorite foods.
"You're being sneaky, like your father," his mother said. Her voice filled the kitchen, where he had her on speaker phone.
"I know what I want."
"Kaley's a dear girl. We're happy for you to get together."
"Mom, this is not some test I'm cramming for, or some hobby I want to master. She's the woman I've been in love with for a long time. I did exactly what you, Dad, and Dorothy asked me to do. I left to give her time to spread her wings. I'm done waiting for her. I want to be with her more than anything else."
His parents were the only two people he could be completely honest with. They saw a hell of a lot more than he thought was possible for two people to see. Both his mother and father had seen what was happening to him with Kaley. Dorothy had been a surprise child as they'd been trying for over ten years to have more children. He didn't know the complete medical history, but it was hard for his parents to have lots of children, even though they both wanted them.
The eleven-year age gap had never bothered him with Dorothy. He enjoyed helping his folks look after her. Being a big brother meant something to him. He warned all the prospective boys away, kept her safe, and Kaley, too. Then one day he came home from college to see Dorothy dancing around the living room. She was shouting over the music, encouraging Kaley to dance with her. He'd been silent as he watched the two girls. When he'd seen Kaley, it had been like he'd been hit in the gut. The feelings she inspired inside him had been powerful, consuming. He'd not seen a mousy, shy girl. Quinn had seen the beautiful woman she was going to turn into. She loved reading, and he loved watching her read. From that moment, he'd been hooked. Every chance he could, he'd come home just to see her. Those initial feelings had developed, strengthening with every passing year. Now, she was going to be his. They'd give his parents grandchildren. He wanted a big family, but first he needed Kaley.
The library was half an hour from being shut for the night. Martha was helping a family become acquainted with the books and sections. Kaley stood behind the reception desk, serving anyone who came forward. When she first started working at the library, she'd been terrified about dealing with customers.
She'd always been shy. Kaley didn't know why she was shy. It was just something she'd developed.
When her cell phone chimed, she reached into her pocket to see a message from Dorothy.
Sorry to do this to you, Kaley. Scott broke up with me. The bastard was gay. I'm not going to be around for a few days. Love you. See you soon.
Groaning, she pocketed her cell, wishing Dorothy had called her sooner. If she was broken-hearted she was going back home to her parents. There was no way Kaley would get the time off work. The last half hour went by so fast, and she didn't have any spare time to come up with a good reason to get out of going home.
Outside of the large window she saw Quinn waiting for her. It was still light. In a few months, it would be totally dark at this time of night.
"See you tomorrow," Martha said.
It was her day off tomorrow, but she always studied on her days off.
"See you."
"If I don't see you, I'll understand why." Martha looked toward Quinn.
There was no way anything was going on there.
"I'll be here." She made her way out toward Quinn. "You didn't need to wait for me," she said, folding her arms underneath her breasts.
"That's not a nice way to greet me." Quinn reached out to stroke her cheek. The action took her completely by surprise, and she simply stared back at him, shocked.
He ran his thumb along her bottom lip before he circled one hand around her waist, tugging her close.
"I missed you."
She didn't get time to speak as his head lowered closer to her. In the next breath, he was kissing her.
The kiss wasn't sweet or gentle. Quinn's kiss was demanding. His tongue ran across her bottom lip, seeking entrance. She gripped his arms, aware of the thickness of them underneath her hands. He was so strong and confident. This was what she wanted for herself yet couldn't have.
Quinn didn't ask for a kiss. He took it, and the experience along with his presence made for a heady combination. She opened her lips, giving him everything he wanted. Moaning, Kaley pressed her body against his. The hand at her waist moved down to her ass.
"Now, that's exactly the way I want to be greeted from now on." He dropped another soft kiss to her lips before taking hold of her hand.
What the hell had just happened?
She used her free hand to touch her lips. They were swollen from the passion of his kiss.
"Dorothy's gone to spend some time with our parents. Scott really broke her heart."
"I got the text."
He didn't release her hand, keeping her locked tight next to him. She didn't want to let him go as they made their way to the apartment.
The apartment that no longer had Dorothy, his sister.
She was alone with Quinn.
Her heart started to race. The kiss played over in her mind.
"I made your favorite casserole." Quinn took out his key as they stood outside of the door.
Once inside, Quinn took her bag from her, helping her into the apartment. The door closed and was locked, keeping the outside world out. The scent of the chicken casserole made her stomach growl. Quinn chuckled. "Come on, it should be ready."
She followed behind him silent as he took control. Who was this man? In the last week, he'd talked to her at every opportunity, asking her advice and accommodating her every want. The man before her wasn't asking; he was doing.
Taking a seat at the table, she watched him carry the casserole to the table. He served them both a large portion of the food.
This is what you've wanted. This is what you write about.
Suspicious, she looked toward her door to see it was still closed. There was no way he'd invade her privacy or read those stories. They were her stories. He wouldn't even know that she wrote in her spare time. It wasn't something she advertised. She began eating, conscious of his gaze on her throughout the meal. Kaley liked his eyes on her. This was the first time in her life a man had taken an interest in her.
Scooping up more of the food, she stared right back at him.
"I'm sorry about Dorothy."
"Why?" he asked.
"She's your sister."
"She dated a guy who turned out to be gay. Dorothy will get over it."
"You're not a little worried about others exploiting her?"
Quinn throw his head back and laughed. "Baby, I'm more worried about the men than my sister. She's a massive manipulator."
Kaley licked her lips, thinking back to Quinn staying in their apartment. Her heart pounded as she took another bite of the casserole.
"Dorothy did it on purpose, didn't she?" Kaley asked.
"What?"
"She knew you were going to be here that day. Not once did she tell me about you or even give any hint of what was going on. Both of you planned for that day."
He didn't look away from her, confirming her suspicions.
"Why didn't either of you tell me?"
Quinn took a drink of soda before he started talking.
"All the time I've known you, not once have you been in my company for long. You always scamper away from me or find a reason not to be alone with me. Dorothy knows my feelings when it comes to you. I asked her if I could stay here so you'd get used to what I want."
Kaley stood, taking her plate into the kitchen. His words were not what she expected. She put the plate in the sink then turned around, freezing. He stood right behind her.
"What do you want?"
He leaned around her, trapping her against the sink. She licked her suddenly dry lips once again. His closeness had her gut clenching and her pussy melting under his intense gaze.
"I'll show you."
Quinn cupped her cheek, tilting her head back.
She couldn't speak. Words formed on her tongue yet didn't come out. What should she say or do?
Then his lips were on hers, and all other thoughts left her mind.
Chapter Five
Quinn's cock pressed against the front of his jeans, threatening to burst through. He'd imagined Kaley in his arms, yet nothing had prepared him for this instant attraction. Her skin was soft, her body full and round. The need to take her was strong. He wouldn't back down. Those stories she kept locked away in a computer sealed with his name meant he wasn't going to let her go.