Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(52)

He lowered his head and took Drew's mouth, pulling his tongue into his mouth, sucking it. The words Quinn whispered made the man shiver.

"I want you. Couldn't stop wanting you." Drew kissed him back, he let his arms go to tangle his fingers in Quinn's hair. "Please, Quinn, I want you so much."

"And Nathan?" Quinn sank into the kiss, letting him take control. He skimmed his hands down Drew's back, finding the hem of his shirt, Quinn pulled it over his head. He tugged the nipple rings, forcing a moan from Drew.

"And Nathan. I want you both. It's wrong. I know. I can't help it. I love you both. I can't live without knowing-"

"How you taste, how you smell, Oh, God, you smell so fucking good. You smelled like smoke then, and death. I remember … your hands on me, begging me to fuck you. Beg me now."

Drew dragged in a ragged breath, his eyes were mere slits as Quinn bit his tongue. "Beg me now, Drew. Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want you on your knees. Begging me for more."

"Yes, please, on my knees, I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, make me forget, tell me you love me."

Quinn found Drew's hands and held them tightly behind his back. Drew moaned prettily against his lips as Quinn pushed him onto the bed much like he'd done earlier. Straddling his legs, he leaned over Drew. "Beg me like a pretty whore."

"Quinn." Drew's eyes flared wide as if he'd had time to think about it.

"I'm not Nathan. I don't do tender. I like it rough, I like it violent. I'll make you scream for your fucking life before I let you come. And you'll thank me and beg for more." It had been so long since he felt like this. He could be the person he'd locked away with Drew. He wasn't in danger of hurting Drew. Of sending him back to that night.



       
         
       
        

"Tell me you love me," Drew whispered, his pretty hazel eyes filled with uncertainty.

"I can't, Drew. I want you, but I can't tell you what you want to hear." He rested his head against Drew's cheek. "Tell me to go, I'll go. Beg me to stay, I'll stay."

"Stay. I don't care if you love me. Just fuck me. Please, I want you, Quinn-not Nathan, you." Drew arched his body, rubbing his groin into Quinn's, his cock so hard Quinn gasped. "I have stuff in my bag.

"Fair enough. Get it." Quinn let him go, watching his ass move as he crossed to the little bath area and fumbled through his bag. Quinn sat on the bed tugging at his clothes until he lay naked on the rough bed cover.

He remembered this room. Remembered that night when he was eighteen and stupid. His first time without Nathan was in this room. Two strangers, poppers, and hard fucking. His first taste of cocaine. His first taste of what could happen to a stupid little twink.

He wasn't little anymore. But he was certainly still just as stupid. "Take your shorts off," he ordered, shaking off the memory before he lost his nerve. "Come here, let me taste you."

Drew tossed the condom package and bottle of lube on the bed and after a moment, he stood in front of Quinn nude, his compact body smaller than Nathan's but not by much. Same height, same body type, different hair and eyes. Same tough-cop demeanor. Maybe Quinn just wanted a second Nate, one to take the place of the first one. Maybe he was just out of his fucking mind.

"I love your mouth on me," Drew said softly, his fingers skimming through the curls at the back of his head as Quinn took him in his mouth. "Feels so good."

"You taste so good," he said when he came up for air. "Face down. On your knees. Ass up. I'm going to make you scream."

He'd forgotten how good it felt to just let go, adrenaline pumping through his veins was as good as smack … better than smack. The sounds Drew made as he slid inside him were better than any high he'd ever been on. He wanted it, needed it. Quinn slammed into him hard, harder, forcing him higher on the bed, making him beg, making him scream his name. Fuck, it sounded so fucking good hearing Drew beg.

"Make me come. Oh, shit, fuck me hard. Shit," he cried out when Quinn stopped, giving him time to back off his orgasm before Quinn brought him back to the edge. He flipped him over and lifted Drew's legs high, spreading his knees wide apart until his ass was in the air.

"Ready to fly, baby?" he asked him, sliding in deep. But Drew didn't hear, he threw his head back and let Quinn use him until he was finished with him. Drew whimpered for relief and Quinn gave him that, too, sucking him until he lifted off the bed and spunk poured down the back of Quinn's throat.