“Quinn!” My scold went unheeded though because he picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me into the bathroom, where we showered together.
After that, we finished breakfast together, making sure a mollified Ten got everything he’d ordered. When he finally emerged from his room, fully clothed, he cleared his throat, scowled at us and grumbled under his breath as he filled his plate and sat across from Quinn, pausing to glare at us every few bites. And he completely forgot to say thank you.
“It goes without saying that what she saw in the shower stays between the three of us...right?”
Quinn shook his head. “Why would I go around talking to anyone about your junk, man?”
Ten’s shoulders loosened, but when he looked at me, he narrowed his eyes. I lifted my hands. “Of course, I’m not going to say anything.” Why would I? I felt awful enough for the way I reacted; the least I could do was keep it private. “But I can’t believe word hasn’t gotten out before...what with all the girls you sleep with,” I murmured more to myself.
Ten winked. “I have my ways of keeping it under wraps.”
Literally, was my guess.
I shook my head. What a morning.
Mere months ago, I never would’ve guessed I’d be discussing a guy’s birthmark on his penis so casually and without wanting to die from embarrassment twenty minutes after seeing it. Oh, how the times had changed...how I’d changed. But I just didn’t feel so insecure and timid about everything, not when Quinn was near. And I wasn’t joking when I said near.
He didn’t let me sit in my own chair. Instead, he’d pulled me onto his lap and together, we ate off the same plate.
Ten watched us for a second, scowling and chewing before he swallowed. Then he pointed his fork our way. “So…how long has this been going on? Last night was so not your first time together, because you wouldn’t be this familiar with each other yet. And thanks for letting me know you were already getting some, buddy. Make me feel like an idiot for trying to find you * when you were already—”
“Shh.” Quinn scowled at him and hugged me closer.
Ten rolled his eyes. “Seriously, man, you don’t have to mark your territory like that just because your girl accidentally saw my awesome body all naked and wet. She ain’t going to hop over here to ride the Ten Express.” Then he leaned in and winked at me. “Even though the colorful peckers like mine do feel better in you.”
“Cut it out,” Quinn growled, pulling his arms even tighter around me.
Rolling his eyes, Ten scooped up another forkful of his omelet. “Jesus, man. You make no sense. This one is a million times more faithful than that last one, and yet you’re already fifty times more possessive of her.”
If anything, that only made Quinn’s arms band tighter around me. “Don’t make comparisons,” he ordered softly.
“But they’re so obvious,” Ten argued. “This one is sooo much better.” Ten gave a low whistle as he sent me an appreciative look. “I mean, she—”
“Ten,” Quinn growled in warning.
His roommate sighed. “Just keep her out the bathroom when I’m showering, because too much more of that and I’ll just invite her in with me.”
“Oh my God.” I whimpered in complete mortification—because okay, I wasn’t totally cured from blushing just yet.
As I hid my scorching hot face in Quinn’s chest, he roared, “Enough.”
He surged to his feet, taking me with him.
Ten just grinned at us. “You guys are so fucking cute together. I love it. Congratulations by the way. You better name your firstborn after me.”
I curled my arms around Quinn’s neck as he carried me from the kitchen and back to his room.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured regretfully in my ear and then kissed my cheek. “Do you want me to throw him out?”
“No.” I pressed my mouth to his neck because he smelled so good there...and I just had to have my mouth on him. Plus, his caveman carrying kind of turned me on. “I actually liked hearing that someone likes me more than her.”
He groaned and caught my face so he could mash his mouth against mine. “I like you more than her, too. I crave you so much it’s all I can think about. All I want. Maybe all I need.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond because he pressed his tongue in and I grew too obsessed with craving him right back. We parted only long enough for him to lay me on the bed and crawl onto the mattress with me.
“Is it bad if I grew hard the moment he said *? I instantly envisioned yours, and then I wanted inside it.”
I gulped, watching him rip off my jeans. “Only if it’s bad that hearing you say that makes me wet.”
With a grin, he hiked up the shirt I was wearing. Then he ripped off the panties I’d put on to make breakfast, tearing them to smithereens. “I don’t mind being bad with you.” Dipping his face between my legs, he slid his tongue inside me and showed me just how good bad could be.