"Yes," I hiss out. "Yes we fucking can." My hand slides down to grab her perfect curvy ass, and she whimpers, and that's it for me.
I slide my hand around right between her thighs, and she moans as I push her panties aside to trace my fingertips over her lips. I push two of them deep inside, curling up against her as she cries out and bites my shoulder, and I suddenly want much more.
I let go of her hair and slide my fingers out of her before I grab her by the waist and bodily lift her onto the edge of the pool. My hands grab at the elastic of her thin little thong, and I tear it away from her body to her surprised gasp. And then she's bare and open for my eyes, looking so fucking sexy and so fucking perfect perched naked on the edge of the pool like that. She's got this look that's both totally innocent and smolderingly sexy at the same damn time, and it's making the blood roar in my ears.
She cries out and grabs me by the hair when I slide my mouth over her, tasting her pussy and devouring her like a starving man. She's bucking wildly against me, and prim little Quinn Archer loudly moaning my name and rocking her sex against my face is possibly the single hottest thing I've ever experienced.
"Oh fuck oh fuck, we- we can't - we- oh GOD, oh FUCK, LOGAN!"
When she crashes over, it's loud, and explosive, and she tastes like honey as she comes on my tongue.
Chapter Sixteen
Quinn
So, part of me is freaking out about what I've just done - again - with Logan because we work together. Another part of me is throwing a fit because of what my sisters would say, or my father for that matter. And then there's a third part of me that can't believe I just let that scenario happen again after all the moaning and groaning and sworn protesting to the contrary I've been doing over the last week or so.
But that doesn't really matter, because all of me is very much into the reality that Logan Dempsey is kissing me hard on the mouth, with my legs wrapped around his waist and my body still throbbing from the feel of his tongue on me. I can taste my own sweetness on his lips, but instead of totally turning me off like I'd assume it would, I actually find myself kissing him harder, and deeper, and wanting even more from him.
God! what am I doing? I've spent the better part of my entire waking and even sleeping existence since the wedding cursing myself for letting this exact thing happen the first time. I've been practically useless at work since I've been spending my hours there staring at walls trying to shrink-talk my way out of thinking of this man all the damn time. But for all of my pep-talks, and vows, and lengthy internal monologues, where do I find myself?
Exactly where I swore I'd never be again, lip-locked and moaning against Logan Dempsey.
I should fire my inner-shrink.
"More," I whisper, grabbing at the bulge in the front of his briefs. He's huge, and I feel a shudder of electric desire course through me at the sheer anticipation of what I want right now from him, and from this tool in my hand.
I'm slipping my hand under the elastic, feeling him growl into my mouth as my fingers tease down the trail of hair over his rock-hard abs, and lower until I-
"I hope I'm not interrupting, Logan."
I shriek at the sound of the voice behind us, especially since I'm sitting here on the edge of the hotel pool totally naked with my legs wrapped around a mostly naked Logan. I see his face grow dark as he flashes a snarling look at the sound of the man's voice behind me and before I know it, his powerful arms grab me off the edge and whirl me around behind him.
"What the fuck do you want, Javier."
I'm hiding naked behind Logan's broad back, and as I peep over his shoulder, my eyes go wide as I recognize the man leaning nonchalantly against the pool bar. He has the same look of dark humor on his face as he did back at the warehouse, when he confronted Logan after the fight. His long, slick black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and he arches a dark brow as he sees me peeking out from behind Logan.
"Well, well. So this is how the rich live large, huh?" His accent sounds Spanish, and he nods appreciatively as he looks around the deserted pool. "Nice booze, private pool parties, and a hot little doctor, huh Irish? You've got yourself set up nice and pretty now don't you?"
It takes me a second to appreciate the sudden cold feeling of fear shooting through me, but then I place it, ‘hot little doctor'. How in the hell does this guy know anything about me?
"I'm going to ask you again," Logan's voice is dark and dangerous sounding. The muscles of his shoulders tensing and bunching. "What do you want, and how the fuck did you get up he-"
"Oh, give me a little credit, cabrón!" He grins at Logan. "You're not the only guy who knows how to grease wheels my friend." He reaches into his pocket, and Logan's whole body tenses for a second. "Oh relax, Papi. You just forgot this." He tosses a bundle of something at Logan, and as it's not until it splashes down in front of us and sits there floating in the pool that I realize it's a bundle of cash with a rubber-band around it.
A bundle of cash that looks a whole lot like the blood-stained one from his pocket that first night.
"I told you, I don't want it."
Javier grins wickedly. "Oh, but I want you to have it!"
Logan's jaw tightens and I can hear a growl at the back of his throat as I clutch at his back. "I don't need it."
Javier's grin drops in an instant. "I don't give a shit what you need, marica." The warmness in his voice from before, however fake, is dropped like a rock. "You take it ‘cause I want it to remind you of our deal."
I lean into his ear. "Logan, what-"
Javier chuckles. "Yeah I bet she doesn't know, does she? I bet she's just got no idea what sort of shit you and me got up to before her daddy swooped in and wrote you a blank fucking check."
Wait, what? A million questions whirl through my head, none of which I can ask right now given our circumstances.
"Hey, chica." Javier's eyes narrow as he grins at me over Logan's shoulder. "Stick around with this guy and you're gonna get burned, baby." Javier cackles at that one, as if he's just told the joke of the century. "Yeah this one likes deserting things he starts, don't you, Irish!"
Logan's hands start to close into tight fists. "You have five seconds to walk the fuck out of here before I throw you over the edge."
Javier chuckles again. "Just keepin you on your toes, pendejo. Just keeping you on your toes." He looks at me again and blows me an air kiss that makes my skin crawl and my nose wrinkle. "You have a good night too, baby. If you get tired of this loser, you come find Javier, okay?"
He nods as he looks around the pool area again. "Not bad, Irish. Not fuckin bad." He gives Logan one last look before he turns and heads towards the elevators, leaving us alone.
It takes me another few seconds to find any words at all. "Ok, what was that?"
Logan pulls away before turning to me. "I need to take you home." He moves away and steps out of the pool.
"Logan, talk to me. What was that guy talking ab-"
"Let's just go, alright? I should bring you home." He holds a towel out for me, and I blush before he turns his head as I step nude from the pool and grab the towel around my body. He turns back to me with this hard glint in his eyes like he's wrestling with something inside.
And so much of me wants to ask him what that battle inside is. What he's fighting against even now, when it's just the two of us. And I want to know what this whole thing was - the part with Javier, but also, and maybe even more-so, the part before.
I look at him and see the man that was open to me when it was just him and I, in that one perfect moment in time.
But the way his face betrays nothing now, as he snatches his keys off the table and yanks a shirt over his head tells me that openness is now closed. The walls are back up, and I'm suddenly furious with myself for letting myself fall for all of this again, and making the same goddamn mistake all over again.
"Fine." I say quickly, yanking my shorts back up and snatching my t-shirt up. "Take me the hell home."
Chapter Seventeen
"Look, I'm sorry you had to see that back th-"
"It's fine." Quinn's arms are crossed over her chest, her face as stiff as her body and staring straight ahead as the elevator in our building slowly rises.
"Quinn, there's a lot more to-"
"Logan, it's fine." She snaps, her jaw tightening and her eyes still looking right in front of her.
The door opens at her floor, and she starts to step right past me when I stick my arm out, stopping her as I jam my thumb against the close door button. The elevator starts to rise and her face flashes fiercely as she whirls on me. "What the fuck are you-"
"You don't get it, do you!" My voice is louder and harsher than I mean it to be, but it certainly gets her attention . Her eyes flash fire as she glares at me. The door opens to my floor, and Quinn shakes her head and makes to move past me again. I grab her by the wrists this time, shoving her back against the elevator door-well. "This little dance we got going on, darlin?" I'm close to her, so close that I can feel the heat of her breath across my lips and the heave of her breasts against my chest. "Well it's gotta stop."
"Well the sooner you get your fucking hands off of me, the sooner I'll be all too happy for it to!"