Quinn (The Waite Family) (26 page)

“I know you’re there, Quinn.”
Her heart skipped a couple of beats. If he knew then what were the chances of Drew knowing? “Drew knows too.”

Fuck.
She wondered if she had time to go up and pack and decided that it wouldn’t be worth it. She’d just get her purse and go with the clothes on her back. Then she heard his next statement.

“Alyssa has been crying since you left. She said she wished you trusted her enough to confide in her that you were leaving.
It’s not good for the baby for her to be upset.” Quinn sat in the chair and started crying herself.
“Call her if for no other reason than to tell her you’re okay.
We miss you.” There was a long pause.
“Oh, Drew and I are in your driveway.”

Quinn stared at the machine for a long moment before she got up and went to the door. Pulling back the blind she looked as there they all stood. Not just Drew and Cain, but Rose and Tommy Miller, and the lovely housekeeper Millie, Alyssa, and Jazzie.
Quinn put the blind back into place and leaned her back against the door.
Now what?
She didn’t need this right now.
When the phone rang again she seriously thought about not answering it. Leaning over she looked at the caller ID and even with the thing displaying “unknown,” she knew who it was.

“What?” she snarled when she snatched it up.
“Do you realize that I came here to get away from your fucking ass? Leave me the fuck alone.”

Silence. She peeked out the window again and saw that the only one with a phone to his ear was Thomas Miller, Drew’s grandda.
He waved at her.

“May I come in? I’ll come alone if you’d like.”
He lowered his voice.
“I don’t know, my dear, but you might want to clean up your language before you have my great grandchild talking like that.”

Quinn wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
She didn’t want to talk to anyone, but she hadn’t thought of this kid as being anyone’s but hers and Mr. Miller’s.

“Come in, but alone. I don’t have the energy to deal with him just now. I have a doctor’s appointment to go to in two hours and I don’t want to have my blood pressure up and he makes me high risk.”

“Of course, my dear.
My daughter Rose will be put out of joint, but I’m sure she’ll understand.”
She knew what he was doing and let him play her anyway.

“All right, bring her too, but nobody else.
I think I should be able to handle the two of you.”

He didn’t say anything for several seconds.
“Tommy, my son, he said that he has something to say to you and then he’ll come right back out.
He promised.”

Quinn frowned.
“Mr. Miller, you do know that I’m not stupid, don’t you? I mean, I can see what you’re doing.”

“And what is that, my dear?
I’m just an old man who wants to talk to the lovely woman who is carrying his great grandchild, my future, as they say.
Can you see that the next generation needs to be reassured that you are okay as well?”

Quinn looked out the blind again. He was one slick old man, she’d give him that.
If she let all of them in Alyssa would be even more hurt at her, then Cain. He was her brother and this was technically not her house, but another sister of Cain
’s
.
She started to pound her head against the door frame.

“Are you always going to be this way?”
His laughter made her look out the window again.

“I suppose so.
You can’t blame me for trying though.”
He laughed again. “Will you please let us in, my dear? We do mean to talk to you.
I promise you with all my heart that I won’t let my grandson…what did you call it, Rose?
Ah yes, ‘piss you the fuck off.’ Quite colorful, my daughter, wouldn’t you agree?”

Quinn couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. She moved the blind again and spoke to Mr. Miller, looking right at him.

“If you make me one more promise I will try my very best to try and get along with Drew while you’re here.”

He didn’t even hesitate.
“Anything.
You name it and it’s yours.”

“You will teach my child how to be as charming as you are and that
,
when he wants to know, you’ll tell him that I tried my very best.”

He took a step away from the others before he answered.
“I’m dying, child. I’m an old man who is in his later years. But I will teach our baby how to be loved; the rest is up to you and Andrew.
And the babe will always know that you did your very best, my dear. You will love him and that’s all that matters.”

Instead of letting them in the house she opened the door and went out to them. The first thing she did was hug Mr. Miller very tightly.
When he pulled back she could see tears in his eyes.

“There’s my girl,” he told her before he hugged her again.

They all went into house and sat down. Immediately Rose hopped up and asked to use the kitchen.
She said that she cooked when she was stressed and had been itching to whip something up. Oh, and could Alyssa, Cain, Tommy and Thomas come and help?
Jazzie didn’t cook, but she tagged along with them.

“My family, they’re not fooling anyone, are they?” Drew said when they left them alone.
Quinn shook her head.

“Not really.” She sat down in the big chair next to the couch.
“What do you want?
I thought I made my position perfectly clear on this baby.”

He got down on his knees and walked across the floor toward her that way.
She was so stunned that she didn’t move.
It wasn’t until he laid his head in her lap that she realized what he’d done.

“I love you, Quinn. I will always love you.
And I’m so very sorry.
I was an ass like you said and a prick like…well, my family isn’t happy with me either.
Not that it has any bearing on how I feel about you. I just wanted…I’m screwing this up.” He laid his hand over her belly.
“Our child grows there.
Ours.
Not mine and not yours, but…he was created because you loved me long before I realized that I loved you.
He is there because you wanted me.”

She looked away from him.
She didn’t want him in her life. He was the father of her child, not anything more, and she wouldn’t let him be.

“You don’t have to do this. I already told you that I’d not keep you—”

His mouth covered hers.
It was hot and demanding, a kiss that stole her breath and quickened her heart.
Before she knew it she had her fingers in his hair and held him to her. Nothing else mattered.

She felt his hand slide beneath her ass and he pull
ed
her forward. He was already between her legs so when she was at the edge of the seat she wrapped her legs around him and hooked her ankles at his back.
She wondered fleetingly if it would always be like this between them, consuming and fast.
When he cupped her breast she moaned deep in her throat.

“Please, baby, I want you.”
He slid his hand up her skirt and she felt her panties soak and another moan spill from her mouth.
His hand seemed to be everywhere and she wondered what it would be like when he didn’t have a sling on.

A noise from the kitchen had them pull apart, but not completely. They were both breathing hard and the look in his eyes was dark and hungry.
She knew without a doubt that he wanted her and
,
fool that she was, she wanted him as well.

“We can’t keep doing this. We have to figure this—” His mouth took hers again.
When he pulled back she put her hand over his mouth and tried again. He whirled his tongue against her palm and made her nearly cross-eyed with need.

“Quinn, if I’m not in you very soon my family and yours is going to see a raging hard-on all night.
I need you.”
She wanted him too and nodded.
“Where? Tell me there is a room close that has a lock on the door.”

“My room, the one I’ve been using. It’s just over there.” He stood up so quickly she nearly squealed.
His mouth was the only thing that kept her from doing so.

Before she could say anything else he had her across the room and inside the bathroom.
She giggled when he growled.
He sat her on the counter and turned to lock the door.

“It’ll have to do. I promise, next time, there will be a bed.”
Sitting down on the commode, he pulled her to the edge of the counter and looked up from between her legs.
Her heart started pounding in her chest when she realized what he was going to do.

“Drew, we can’t do this.
Your family is just down the hall.
They’ll hear us.
I don’t think I could bear that.”

He turned around, grabbed a hand towel, and handed it to her. “Use this, but don’t try and stop me. I need to taste you. Now.”

She looked at the hand towel and felt his finger slide into her. She nearly yelled, but stuffed the towel in her mouth and closed her eyes.
Now she understood what he wanted when he handed her the thing.

“You’re so wet for me. Christ, I can smell your heat.
I want to eat you.
I’m going to lick you until you can’t stand it then I’m going to pick you up, bend you over this counter, and fuck you hard.
Is that what you want?” Quinn nodded. “Good.
But you have to be quiet, love.”

His fingers were replaced with his mouth.
She did scream then and the only thing keeping the entire neighborhood from hearing was the navy blue towel in her hand.
But he didn’t let her come.

Each time she was ready to explode he’d move and she’d calm down only to have him start anew somewhere else. Her body ached for a release from his torment.
She was sobbing by the time he stood up and unsnapped his pants.

“Stand up. I’m going to fuck you now.
I’m so needy I hurt.”
She watched as he freed his cock. He was so hard that it looked painful. When she reached out and wrapped her hand around him she couldn’t believe how incredibly hot he was.
When she began sliding her hand up and down him he wrapped his hand around hers and slowed her down.

“I’m so close right now, baby, that for as good as this feels, you keep it up and I’m going to come all over you.”
Finally he pulled her hand back and put it on the counter. “Fuck, I want you.”

Quinn scrambled off the counter and turned around. He lifted her skirt up off her ass and pulled her panties down to her knees.
She was so wet she could feel it trickle down her thighs.
She spread her legs wide and let him see how wet she was and nearly came when he ran is tongue along the seam of her ass.

She moaned out his name as he stood behind her. Quinn looked at him in the mirror.
Hunger was there, but something else, something more.
She recognized it as soon as he kissed her shoulder.
He really did love her.

“I’m going to take you, Quinn.
And for as much as I want it to be slow and easy, I’m not sure I can do that with you. When you’re wrapped around me, holding me tight inside of you, I can’t seem to think of anything else but marking you as mine.” He slid inside of her and moaned.
“Christ, you’re so tight, so wet for me.
When I taste your cream on my tongue and my mouth it’s all I can do not to pound into you.”