Kiss My Boots (Coming Home #2)

“You drive me insane. It’s maddening how much I crave this pussy.” His nostrils flare, and again, I hear myself whine. “Fuck, Quinn, I’ll never get enough of you.”

He pulls his fingers from my body, sucking them deep in his mouth while his other hand finishes pulling my jeans and panties the rest of the way off. He moves and shuffles down the bed, dropping my legs with a bounce against the mattress as he pushes to stand, his jeans falling from his knees to the ground. I watch dizzily as he pulls his shirt off and steps out of his pants. When I see his toned, naked body, it sparks me into moving, and I lift up to yank my own shirt and bra off. His gaze goes right to my heavy, needy breasts when they fall free from my bra with a bounce.

I watch him as his eyes roam over my chest and shiver when he licks his lips. My boobs jiggle and he doesn’t miss the movement, raising his glance to mine again. We stare at each other, both of us breathing heavy, chests heaving, each just as needy for the other.

The air around us seems to come alive the moment our eyes connect. The urgency dims and something changes what’s driving us. A giant and beautiful sense of calm falls over me, something I see mirrored in his own expression. The frantic need we both felt just moments before is knocked to the side as I feel the love I have for him meeting the love he has for me in space and time, crashing between us and falling against our naked bodies with a sprinkling of goose bumps.

He doesn’t rush.

I don’t want him to.

He reaches his hands out and I immediately put mine in his. He tugs ever so softly and I follow his silent demand until I’m standing before him. His hands drop from mine and I shiver when he places both palms on my hips, dragging them painfully, slowly up until they’ve reached the sides of my breasts. His eyes never leave mine as he cups both heavy globes and thumbs my nipples, his fingers flexing against my flesh as I grow wetter between my legs.

Sensation shoots through my body and zaps my clit. I moan and shift on my feet. Not looking away, he lowers his head and ravishes each nipple with his flat tongue. One lick, and the wetness makes the cool air of the room feel like ice. I lose his hands when he straightens until he’s grabbing me right under my ass and lifting my body into the air, pulling me against his. My legs wrap around his hips, hooking at the ankles, and my arms go around his neck.

Our mouths collide, slowly at first, but then he starts trusting his hardness against my pussy. I can smell the scent of my arousal as the motion pushes it up between us. I know he notices too when he pulls in a harsh breath and deepens the kiss.

His tongue rubs against mine and he lifts me away with the hold he has under my ass, my hands lifting to tangle in the hair at the back of his head. I feel the blunt tip of his cock tapping against my entrance twice before he slowly feeds himself into my body. Unable to handle the fullness of him going so deep, his hold on me opening my body in a way that I haven’t experienced with him before, I gasp and pull from his mouth, my lips feeling swollen and bruised from our kiss. My nipples rub against his chest, his thrusts slow and so deep I know I’ll feel him long after he’s left my body.

It isn’t the delicious feel of his thickness hitting me deeper than ever before that makes me inhale sharply, though. It’s the love shining brighter than anything I’ve ever seen in his ocean-blue eyes. They’re alight with feeling. He’s open, completely and beautifully open, pushing his emotions forward so they’re projected straight into my soul.

I hiccup, a soft sob rippling up and out of my throat.

He seats himself deep inside me and holds my body against him, his sweat-slicked forehead pressing against mine as he continues to gaze into the darkest parts of my soul.

“I’ve loved you since I was eleven, Quinn Davis, and I’ll love you until I’m one hundred and eleven. You have no idea how proud I am to call you mine, and after today, you showin’ me just how strong you are, baby, that pride is somethin’ that brings me to my knees.” His fingers flex and he pulls me closer, going even deeper. “There will never be a day you aren’t feelin’ my love for you, baby. I’ll spend the rest of my life makin’ sure you never, ever, regret givin’ us this again.”

My eyes close as he tightens his arms, holding me to him, pressing me closer to him as he brushes his lips against my cheeks, catching each of my tears as they slowly fall from my eyes.

“I love you, Grease.”

I shudder a breath. “I love you, Starch.”





27


TATE


“Brace for Impact (Live a Little)” by Sturgill Simpson

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I shut the door of the truck that Quinn just jumped down from and turn to follow her up the walk to her house, some lingering exhaustion still clinging to me even with the long nap we had when we got back to my house from the airport. Even though we were only in California for a short time, it was enough for the trip to drain us both.

My cell vibrates when I reach Quinn’s side, and I pull it out of my pocket to see the word unknown on the display.

“How do your patients expect you to call them back if they’re callin’ from an unknown number?”

“No clue,” I mumble, putting my cell back in my back pocket and pulling Quinn into my body with one arm over her shoulder as we continue to walk up to the porch.

“Did they leave a message this time?”

“No message. Must not be an emergency.” Even as I say the words, I don’t completely believe them. “I need to talk to Russ about gettin’ us hooked up with an answerin’ service. They could filter out the calls that need to reach me and avoid leavin’ me worryin’ that someone needs medical care.”

Quinn hums and leans into my side. “That would beat you handin’ out your private number to each one of those floozies that come into your practice.”

I snort out a laugh and look down at her, careful as we steer our way up the porch steps of her and Clay’s house. “You make it sound like they got pregnant just to get my number, Grease.”

“Well, if you weren’t my man I’m pretty sure I would be desperate to get that number myself.”

I shake my head but smile at her crazy logic.

When we got home earlier this morning, I called her brothers to let them know we would be over later. As much as I knew they wanted to see her, her emotions were in overload territory and it was my job to help carry that load for her. They didn’t like it, but they gave us the time we needed. It was a good thing too, seeing that she could hardly hold her body up to just walk through the airport, falling asleep the second she buckled up in my truck before we even pulled out of the parking spot.