Irrefutable (The Apprehensive Duet Book 2) (36 page)

The conversation that needs to take place between Quinn and I at the moment does not need to happen here.

I wrap my arm around Quinn’s waist and pull her body against mine as we make the few steps over to Marnie where I explain to her what’s happening for the night.

“Marnie, thank you so much for your generous offer, but it seems like my lovely girlfriend has had a little too much to drink and isn’t thinking clearly. We won’t be needing you to come to our hotel room with us.”

“You won’t?” Marnie asks the same time Quinn says, “We won’t?”

“No, we won’t,” I confirm. “But thank you so much for the offer.”

“What are you doing?” Quinn hisses as I drag her toward the front of the club and out the door.

Stopping, I pull her out of the crowd of people and into an alcove between buildings. “We’re not having a threesome.”

She stomps her foot like a child not getting her way and protests, “But we’re in Sin City. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

“This is not a debate,” I tell her sternly before pushing away from the building. “The only people in our bed tonight will be us.”

QUINN STARTS WITH the questions as soon as the door to our hotel room closes behind us.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is or why you’re so upset,” she pouts, kicking her shoes off into the corner of our room where we have the luggage rack set up.

I scrub my hands up and down my face before turning to her and answering, “You wanted to bring another person into our bed.”

“Another woman,” she whines. “For you. I wanted to give you one of your fantasies.”

Quinn isn’t in the right state of mind to think rationally right now and that’s okay. We’re here for a fun weekend and she’s having fun. I’m not going to let this turn into an argument. We’ll have that discussion tomorrow when she’s sober.

For right now, I’m going to speak to Quinn in the only way she’ll understand at this point in time. Fucking this stupid idea out of her.

Her back is turned to me and she’s unzipping her dress. Stalking toward her, I push her up against the wall and pin her hips with mine as I grind into her. We’re up against a full length mirror and I stare through it. My eyes blaze into hers as I say, “There’s only one woman I want touching my cock.”

Her knees buckle a little as she lets out a gasp. The blue in her eyes turns dark as they become hooded but she never breaks the connection.

Reaching my hand around, I slide between her thighs and make my way to her panties, moving them out of my way. “There’s only one pussy I want to touch.”

I rub large circles on her pussy, not really giving her what she wants. Her eyes grow hard as she pins me with a sharp glare. Her hips start to move in circles and I pull my hand away. Stepping back, I finish unzipping the rest of the zipper and push her dress down to the floor.

Her flawless tits bounce out, screaming for attention. Her nipples are stiff peaks begging to be pinched. My hands cup them and Quinn lets out a husky moan. Her ass wiggles on my cock, and I’m worried about the zipper on my pants. My cock throbs against it, dying to come out and play.

The vixen knows exactly what she’s doing because her lips turn up into a sly grin as I let out a groan. Her hand snakes behind her and finds the buckle of my belt. After fiddling with it for a minute, Quinn pushes off the mirror, turns, and drops to her knees.

She doesn’t even pull my belt off in her rush to get to my dick. As soon as the button and zipper are taken care of, Quinn’s hand reaches inside and pulls it out. Her warm fingers wrap around the base and her wet mouth covers the rest.

Reaching down, I thread my fingers in her hair and groan, “Shhitt, angel.”

The sounds of her slurping echoes off the walls as her head bobs up and down rapidly on my dick. God, that’s the hottest sound in the world. The noisier the blow job, the better it is. Quinn starts moving her hand in tandem with her mouth, and I’m ready to explode everywhere.

“Enough of that,” I bellow, pulling her up by her hair.

Turning us so Quinn’s the one staring into the mirror, it’s my turn to be on my knees. My eyes dart to Quinn’s as I throw her leg over my shoulder and bury my face in between her thighs. “There’s only one pussy I want to eat.”

I rub my nose on her clit as I drive my tongue into her core. My tongue curls lapping up the wetness. “This is the only pussy I ever want to taste again.”

The vibration of my words make her body spasm. Moving my tongue to her clit, I stick two fingers inside her and press forward.

“Yessss,” Quinn cries out, her body shaking.

Using my pinky, I gather the juices running from Quinn’s pussy and massage her asshole before sliding into it.

“Fuck!” Quinn screams digging her nails into my scalp. Her body rocks forward and her hands fly to my shoulders to brace herself as her orgasm takes over.

I moan out causing my lips to vibrate Quinn’s pussy drawing her pleasure out more. “Mmmm.”

Her body goes limp, so I hook my arm under her other leg and carry her to the bed. I stare down at her beauty as I push my pants to the ground. Her shiny blonde hair fans out around her. Her blue eyes glow. The hooded look in them makes me want to love this woman forever. She stares back at me like I’m the most handsome man she’s ever seen.

Reaching up, I pull the thong down Quinn’s legs. It’s a little stretched out from holding it out of the way, but oh well.

Spreading her legs, I crawl between them and finish my point from earlier. “Only one pussy I want squeezing my cock while we come at the same time.”

And I drive my point home.

“God, Alex,” Quinn shrieks as I bottom out. I grab both her legs and hook them over my arms. Using them for leverage, I slide Quinn up and down on my cock. Pulling her forward and pushing her back.

Her pussy starts to quake and her fingers go to her nipples, I know she’s close. She pinches and pulls on her nipples as she mewls. “So close. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”

Adding my hips into the mix, I ram into Quinn over and over. “Come, angel. Complete
this
fantasy for me.”

God, does she ever.

Her core clenches down on me, strangling my cock as it explodes. My vision blurs for a moment as the strong orgasm barrels through me. It feels like it goes on forever but is still over too quick.

My eyes immediately find Quinn’s face and the satisfied look on it. Nothing makes me feel better than seeing that look on her face every time we do this.

We don’t say anything as we clean up and get ready for bed. After we’re all washed up, we crawl into bed together, naked, and curl into one another. My arms around her. Her face buried in my neck.

MY EYES BEGIN to blink open as snapshots of last night play in my mind. Staring into Alex’s eyes through the mirror as he played with my pussy. The way his face looked as he was on his knees before me. The way his eyes rolled back when I took his cock into my mouth. The intense gaze he gave me as he plowed to the finish.

But then the words come back and my body goes rigid. I offered Alex a threesome and he turned it down. I gave my boyfriend permission to be with another woman and he still said no. Holy shit! He kind of even seemed angry. God, his words.

There’s only one pussy I want to touch.

How many guys would turn down a threesome? Not many that I can think of. Alex is truly one of the best guys ever. And he loves me. Can I still really deny that…?

“I’m guessing this stiffness means you’re remembering last night?” Alex’s voice breaks through my revelation.

My brain wants to continue with its current thought process while my mouth wants to answer Alex. Both win when the words fly past my lips. “I love you.”

Holy hell!
I’ve never said those words out loud to Alex before.
Ever
. It’s not that I want to take them back, but I would’ve liked a little more time to make nice with them before they left my mouth.

I do love Alex. Life without him is void and depressing. He lights up a part of me that I didn’t even know existed. It exists only for him. With him. He’s been by my side through thick and thin. Never backed down. Never left unless I pushed him. Even with all the things I’ve done to him, he’s still here. With me. Only me.

The bed jostles as Alex slides out from under me and turns on his side to face me. His hands reach and cradle my head. “Did you mean that?”

His eyes shift back and forth, reading my eyes for my reaction. A smile overtakes my face and a few tears well in my eyes. The look on Alex’s face in this moment makes my heart swell. My chest looks like the scene from
How the Grinch Stole Christmas
, exploding from my heart growing three sizes.

I never wanted to love someone. Never thought it was for me, but then this amazing man barreled into my life and flipped everything upside down. How could I not love him?

“Yes, I do.”

Alex pulls my face to his and covers my lips with his. I can feel everything he’s feeling through this kiss. It says so much. “God, I’ve waited forever to hear those words.”

I laugh because what else can I really do, but then his face turns stern and the laughter dies. “But it doesn’t get you out of talking about the stunt you tried to pull last night.”

I was right. He is mad about it. “It wasn’t a stunt. I was just trying to do something for you.”

“All it would’ve done was destroy us,” he argues. “I don’t want anyone but you. If we had done that last night, it would’ve haunted you and ultimately been the death of us.”

Sitting up, I try to explain, “Alex, I wouldn’t have offered it, drunk or not, if it was something I didn’t think I could handle.”

“Do you really think you could’ve handled it?” he asks following suit and sitting up. “I’m not so sure.”

Running my hand through the tangled mess of my hair, I sigh. “I think I could’ve. I never had any trouble with it in the past.”

“But you never had to deal with it beyond that night in the past,” he interrupts. He runs his hand in circles on the exposed part of my thigh. “You didn’t care about those guys in the past. You didn’t love them. Why would you care about them touching someone else? But with me, it would’ve been a mistake.”

“How so?” I ask. I’m not mad he turned it down, but I am curious about why.

“Right now, instead of telling me you love me, you’d be thinking about a moment when I was touching her or her touching me. Who wants those images in their mind, in vivid detail, because you were there? Or I’d do something or touch you in some way in the future that would take you back to last night and me with another woman. I don’t want you to think about those things because there is no other woman I’d ever want to be with.”

He’s absolutely one hundred percent right. With the way my brain works, last night would’ve come back to haunt me in a hundred different ways. The people I had threesomes with in the past were nothing to me. Just a night of fun. I didn’t have to see them after. There was no fallout.

“You’re right,” I tell him. “Thank you for seeing that and not taking me up on my offer.”

Alex pulls me into his side and lays us back down. “I wasn’t kidding. I don’t want to be with anyone else, with you there or alone. But I gotta know, why would you even want to do that?”