Sloe Ride (Sinners, #4)

“They don’t matter.” Rafe chuckled at Quinn’s snort. “They don’t. Trust me, Q. They’re not who I want to do this to.”


This kiss was deeper, hotter, and Quinn moaned against Rafe’s mouth when Rafe pulled him away from the headboard and down onto the bed. Stretching out over Quinn’s lanky body, Rafe fisted Quinn’s black mane, then held him still as he plundered his mouth. Their teeth brushed, humming a pearly chime, and Rafe chuckled, feeling the sound reverberate across their tongues.

Then Quinn’s passion flared, deepening their kiss, and Rafe lost all thought of pearls and chimes.

Licks of fire spread under Rafe’s skin, and he fought to get free of his clothes. Quinn’s tongue flicked over the roof of his mouth, sending a sparkling trail of desire careening down Rafe’s belly and straight to his cock, hardening his shaft until Rafe was sure it would burst from his anticipation. He needed to breathe, his lungs tightening under his ribs, but Rafe couldn’t bring himself to break away, not with Quinn’s hands moving over his hips to push his shorts down.

“I don’t know what to do with you,” Quinn panted. He squirmed beneath Rafe, the button on his jeans scraping across Rafe’s bare stomach. “I mean…. Rafe, I’m not good at this.”

Quinn’s fingers pressed dimples into Rafe’s ass, spreading his partially nude cheeks out. A lick of air touched Rafe’s balls, and its slight chill slapped a bit of sense into the primal growl in Rafe’s brain. He needed to slow down, take his time exploring Quinn’s body and letting him do the same back. Forcing himself to focus, Rafe panted into the crook of Quinn’s neck.

“Babe, you get any better at this, you’re going to kill me,” Rafe groused playfully. “Just do what feels good. If I do anything you don’t like, tell me, because, Q, I want you to feel good.”

“I already feel good.” Quinn squeezed again. Then his hands drifted down under Rafe’s waistband, and he ran his fingertips through the soft hair on Rafe’s thighs. “I just want you to show me what to do. I’ve never done—that. All of it.”

“That isn’t all there is, you know,” Rafe hissed through clenched teeth when the elastic on his shorts was pushed all the way down past the rise of his ass. “You tell me. You want what? What do you want me to do? Flat out. Just say it.”

Quinn looked up at him, his long fingers working their way out of Rafe’s shorts and up along the groove of Rafe’s spine. His quizzical expression was so familiar it brought a twinge of joy to Rafe’s heart, and he laughed, then bit Quinn on his shoulder.

“Stop thinking so hard, magpie. Just spit it out. I can take it.” Rafe pulled up, smirking playfully. “Or put it in. Whatever you say goes.”

“I’ve never… fucked anyone.” Amid the heat of their bodies, Quinn’s whisper was a tiny breath of chilling doubt. “Last guy I was with… I didn’t…. It’s different with you. I want this with you.” Quinn’s voice broke, ragged with need and emotion. “I want to be inside you. At least… once. And well, you in me.”

“Been a long time for me, Q. Not going to lie, but we’re sure as hell going to do it more than once.” Rafe cupped Quinn’s chin, giving him a fierce kiss. “Stay right here. We’re going to need some things.”




RAFE ANDRADE’S mouth was on his cock.

It’d been other places on Quinn’s body as well, but at that moment, in that pristine, perfect, crystalline moment, the lips he’d wanted to kiss for as long as he could remember were wrapped around his dick.

And he could barely stop himself from shooting long threads of come down Rafe’s tight throat just from the sight of it.

Stripped naked, Quinn felt embarrassed, nearly shy. Every sexual encounter he’d been involved with had been in the dark. With Rafe, the lights were a golden glow spreading across the room and onto the bed, casting the bassist’s hard, toned body into a stark relief of flat planes and strong curves. Rafe’s long limbs and broad chest rippled as he moved, his shoulder muscles bulging with every dive and dip of his head as he sucked down Quinn’s shaft.

Rafe’s hair, gilded from running in the sparse San Francisco sun, poured over his face, mingling with the trail of soft black hair feathering down from Quinn’s belly button. It tickled. Not as much as Rafe’s fingers as they explored Quinn’s balls but enough to make him tense at the teasing sensations along his hip.

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