Burn (16 page)

“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, OK?”

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, ok? 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.”

“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
, OK?” 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!”

She tries to yank her hands away from me but I hold her fast, the heat and the naked tension almost palatable in the air between us; “
Goddamnit
, Quinn! Will you just fucking listen to me for one
fucking
second! I’m trying to tell you tha-”

“Oh,
save me
, Logan,” Quinn cuts me off, rolling her eyes; “What is this, the part where you give me some sort of bullshit line about how you can’t get me out of my head?” She shakes her head in disgust; “Well it’s
not going to-
”

“If I can’t get you out of my head it’s because you’re the only fucking thing I
want
in my head!”

The hallway goes pin-drop silent but for the sounds of our breathing. Her eyes dance across mine in wild tango, her chest rising and falling quickly with the pounding of her pulse that I can feel in her wrists beneath my fingers. And I know if we say one more thing at all, the fire that’s barely being held back will engulf us both, and burn until there’s nothing left but her and I in this singular moment.

Her lips part, and as the word comes whispering from her lips, it’s all over; “
Logan-
”

My mouth crashes against hers, and she’s whimpering as she kisses me fiercely, her tongue eagerly sliding between my lips as I grab her ass and haul her into my arms.
 

I practically tear the sliding door off its track as we come crashing into my loft; her legs wrapped around my waist and her mouth attacking my neck. My hands are grabbing that sweet, tight and curvy ass of hers as I kick the door shut behind us and walk straight towards the only piece of furniture in the whole apartment. I toss her down onto the bed as we’re yanking our clothes off, barely able to tear our eyes away from each other. She skims off her shorts, letting me see all of her since we left her torn panties wherever I tossed them back at the hotel pool. I let my jeans drop and my cock spring out, I love the look of
need
in her eyes as she licks her lips when her eyes drop hungrily to my erection. It’s a move that would look outright slutty on any other girl in the world, but the way it looks on her just makes my pulse thud like a fucking jackhammer.

“On your fucking knees, darlin;
now
.” I growl at her, wrapping my hand around my cock and stepping towards the bed where she’s sprawled out.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of a bossy fucking asshole?” She raises an eyebrow at me as a grin teases her lips.

“Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a dirty mouth, Doc?”

Her grin curls, looking downright wicked; “Oh you have
no
idea how dirty my mouth can get.”

Dear Lord, take me now.

She giggles at the look of shock I can’t even try to hide on my face at her words; “Actually, I don't think you could even
handle
it.”

She smirks again at my stunned silence; this girl is
incredible.

Before I can even come up with something snarky to say, she’s flipped around and sliding off the edge of the bed onto her knees. She’s looking up at me, her legs spread as she kneels on the floor, and I would literally give every cent I own for a camera right at this moment. She opens her mouth as she looks up at me, slowly sticking her tongue out and barely grazing the head of my cock with it.

Yeah, she’s right; there’s no
fucking way
I’m going to handle this.

Her eyes flash at me, and almost in slow motion, she’s slipping forward and wrapping those perfect, plump lips around my cock. Her mouth is amazing, and her tongue is like silk, and I’m slipping my fingers into her dark auburn hair and holding her to me. She’s slow and deliberate, her hands on my thighs and using just those lips and that
wild
tongue to bring me closer and closer to the edge, until I’m practically gasping for a breath of air as I pull her off of me.

She looks up at me with soft, pouty eyes, and it’s the sexiest look of disappointment in the history of the world; “Why’d you stop me?”
 

“Because I was about to fill that mouth with cum, that’s why.” I growl out.

I turn to look for a condom when I feel her fingers wrap around my length, and when I turn back round, she’s grinning wickedly up at me; “Good.” I groan as she sucks me back in, and it’s barely a minute later before I’m gasping out her name as I grab her by the hair and explode white heat into her mouth.

I’m seeing spots, trying to stop my bullet-train of a pulse from exploding out of my chest when she stands and grins at me. She gives me a saucy looking raise of her brow before she turns around and slowly bends over across the bed on her hands and knees. She turns to look coyly at me over her shoulder; “Now what was that about me being on my knees?”

Holy fucking shit, this girl is a Goddess.

And there’s something about the transformation in a matter of hours from good-girl, prim little Quinn Archer to this new sex-Goddess of a woman bent over on my bed in front of me basically begging me to fuck her from behind that has my cock back to rock hard in seconds. I finish tearing the condom out of it’s wrapper and roll a it on as I step up behind her and push the head against the silk of her opening. The way her moan sounds so soft and innocent in contrast with the forward, naughty way she’s just offered herself to me drives me
wild
, and I groan as I begin to push inside of her. My hands are on her hips, and she’s sliding back onto me as we both choke out gasps of pleasure as I slowly fill her all the way up.
 

And when we fuck, it’s raw and it’s animalistic, and it’s
incredible.
I’ve always said that fighting was the biggest high I’d ever had, and I do mean
including
sex. But that particular opinion shatters like a cheap imitation that night with her. This right here - this feeling of being one with Quinn Archer - is the highest I’ll ever be, and there’s something so real and right about it that the world slips away around us. She’s begging for it hard, and deep, and fast, and I’m giving her everything I have until I feel her seize up around me as the cooing moans drip from her lips. We both come crashing together, shuddering into each other as the world shatters around us and leaves us both breathless and gasping for air as we collapse onto the bed.