Yours to Keep part 3: Billionaire CEO Romance (Captured and Claimed) (4 page)

“So can we start again?” he pushed. “Friends. Your terms.”

Her eyes met his, and she smiled as she pulled her hand from his to place it on her lap. “Friends don’t hold hands in the backseat of a car,” she said.

He exhaled slowly. “So that’s a yes?”

“Yes, we can be friends. If that’s what you want.”

He touched her chin and drew it back to him. “I told you I’d always be honest, so the truth is, what I want is to tie you up and possess you, physically and mentally, but I can’t…
won’t
…put you through that.”

Her body shook. She might be walking away from the lifestyle, but it didn’t mean she was no longer a sub. He’d awakened that part of her and now it existed whether she wanted it to or not.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

“So…” he began. “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Before we do anything, I think you should answer your phone. It’s been ringing all night.”

“Right.” Quinn fished his phone from his pocket. He slid his finger across the screen and his brother’s number popped up. “Hey, Josh, what’s up?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you. I haven’t heard from you in days. Neither have Dean and Gabe.”

“Been busy.” It was a half-truth. He’d been agonizing over Rebecca for days and had ignored their calls on purpose. He loved his brothers more than life, but damned if they knew how to mind their own business. They’d be in New York in a flash if they thought Quinn was in any kind of trouble. Then again, he’d be on the next plane to L.A. if the situation were reversed and his calls were going unanswered.

His brother went quiet for a moment, and Quinn cringed. Jesus, he wished his twin couldn’t read him so well. “Doing what?” Josh asked.

“None of your business, little brother.” Okay, so Quinn might have been born only one minute before Josh, but he never let his twin forget it.

“I know when something is wrong, bro.”

“Have you come off your meds again?”

Rebecca chuckled, and Quinn grinned at her.

“Fuck off,” Josh said, the worry in his voice lightening as he laughed. “I was just about to jump on the next plane and check on you.”

“While I would like to see you, nothing is wrong and you don’t have to check on me.” Wanting to turn the focus off him, he asked, “How’s Mom?”

They talked for a few more minutes, and when the car pulled up to the curb in front of Rebecca’s place, she opened her door.

“Listen, bro, I have to go. Tell the guys I’m fine. Talk to you soon.” He powered his phone down, slid from the car and met Rebecca on the sidewalk. He put his arm around her back and she eyed him.

“What?” he asked. “Friends do that.”

She rolled her eyes and fished her key ring from her purse. “So that was your younger brother.”

“Yeah. Josh.”

“He was worried about you.” She went quiet for a moment, thoughtful, then added, “He sounds nice.”

“He’s not nice. He’s a pain in my ass.”

She laughed softly and he followed her into her condo. He looked around when she flipped her lights on.

“Nice place,” he said.

“It’s home.” She led him to the living room and he gave the room a once over.

He took in the artwork on her walls and admired the paintings. “You have great taste.” As he appreciated her belongings, he looked for something more personal. Family was important to the Montgomerys and his mother made sure Quinn had memorabilia when he’d moved to the East Coast. He sat on the sofa. “No brothers and sisters?”

“Not that I know of. Like I said, I never knew my mother.”

“What happened to her?”

“I have no idea.” She pointed toward the hall and he could tell she was trying to redirect the conversation. “I’m going to get changed. Why don’t you find us a movie to watch?”

Right. A movie. That was what she’d normally do.

“Okay.” He grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. He listened to her heels on the wood floors as she disappeared down the hall. He flicked through the channels, fighting an internal battle to go to her. He’d promised her friendship, to let her call the shots, but it warred with the need that sang in his veins.

He dropped the remote, and under the guise of finding the bathroom, he walked down the hall. Rustling sounds of her removing her clothes came from her bedroom, and he kept his distance, his body on fire as he visualized her naked on her knees before him. Shit. He clenched his teeth and cursed under his breath, determined to keep that side of himself in check.

He raked a shaky hand through his hair, and just as he was about to do a one-eighty and make his way back to the sofa, she came from her room and crashed into him.

“Oh,” she said, surprise in her eyes.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and splayed his hands over the T-shirt and pajama pants she’d changed into as he tugged her up against him. “Sorry.”

“What…what were you doing?” Her body pressed against his and the heat they generated was enough to light an entire New York block.

“Looking for the bathroom.”

She looked over his shoulder. “You passed it.”

“I know.”

He dipped his head, his lips so close to hers he could taste her sweet breath. His heart pounded with the urge to take her. One kiss. One quick little kiss was all he needed to get him through the night. He was sure of it. He dipped his head, unable to help himself.

“Quinn…” she said breathlessly as his lips hovered over hers. “What are you doing?”

Her words snapped some sense back in to him. He stepped back before he ruined what he was trying to do.
Get it together, Montgomery
.
She’s calling the shots.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I just…”

Desire reflected in her eyes and he knew she wanted this every bit as much as he did. But he’d promised to back off, and he intended to keep his words. If she wanted sex, she’d have to initiate it.

She shook her head and stepped back. “You can’t do this, Quinn. You can’t do vanilla. And you shouldn’t have to try.”

Worry ripped through him. He couldn’t lose her again. He reached for her elbow to bring her back. “Yes, I can. I want to.”

She pulled farther away from him and lowered her head. “You’re a good man, and you deserve someone who can give you what you really want.”

Quinn stepped closer to her, put his fingers under her chin and lifted until her eyes met his. “Rebecca, what I really want is you and I can do this. I’ll never ask for anything you can’t give.”

Even though every alarm bell was ringing, warning her to walk away from this—from Quinn—her brain was no longer calling the shots. Her body ached for him, craved him in a way she couldn’t quite put into words.

She looked into his eyes and the heat she met there fired the needy spot between her legs.
I’ll never ask for anything you can’t give.
Was it possible that he could check the Dom at the door and engage in vanilla sex with her?

But wasn’t it the Dom in him that attracted her in the first place?

Regardless, that was a path she wouldn’t—couldn’t—walk again. No way could she engage in activities that unearthed her dark past.

“I want…” She stopped speaking. If she started this, it would be on her. He’d asked for friendship to start, and what she did next would determine the amount of intimacy involved in the early stages of said friendship. But she’d missed him too much and was too fired up to think past tonight. Maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she’d just concentrate on how much she needed to feel him inside her right now.

His nostrils flared. “Tell me what you want, Rebecca.”

“What if I said I wanted friends
with
benefits to start?”

“Then that’s what I’ll give you.”

He cupped her elbow and drew her close, until her body was pressed against his. Sexual tension flared between them as his touch went right through her.

“You once said there was no middle of the road.”

“That was before.”

“Is changing even possible?” she asked, wondering if
she
could go back to vanilla after experiencing his brand of lovemaking. “Is it possible for us to do vanilla in the bedroom after what we’ve been through?”

“Let’s find out.”

His mouth came down over hers again, and his tongue slipped inside. He kissed her long and deep, then picked her up and carried her to her room. He placed her on the edge of the bed and her T-shirt rode up a tiny bit to expose her flat stomach.

His eyes darkened when his gaze dropped and she sensed he was fighting an internal battle. He briefly closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Quinn.” God, could they really do this?

He opened his eyes and reached for the buttons on his shirt. “Yeah,” he said, his voice so deep it sent quivers through her. Her train of thought derailed when he removed his shirt to expose his muscular body. Her mouth watered and her hands itched to touch him. She sat still, taking in all his beautiful nakedness as he kicked off his shoes and ripped open his pants. He pulled them off, along with his boxers, and kicked them away.

His cock sprang to life, and she reached out and closed her fingers around it. He groaned and all she could think about was dropping to her knees. Instead, she focused on the texture and hard length of him, and when he stepped closer, she wrapped her lips around his cock, drawing it deep into her mouth.

His hands gripped her hair and he tugged. Her head jerked back and her breath caught. Was he crossing into Dom territory? As if catching himself, a groan sounded in his throat and he let go of her hair to slide his fingers around the back of her head. He held her and followed the motion as she drew him in and out, licking her tongue over the crown with each passing.

Pre-come pooled on his crown and she moaned with pleasure as she lapped it. Quinn made a noise that sounded like he was in complete agony, then pulled his cock from her mouth. He dropped to his knees in front of her and his glance met hers. The intensity in his gaze sucked the oxygen from her lungs. She swallowed—hard—as he gripped the band of her pajama bottoms and pulled them off. Her T-shirt and bra came next, and he tossed them on to the top of the pile, leaving her only in her panties. He gripped her inner thighs, his fingers biting into her skin hard enough to leave bruises as he widened them. Was this his way of marking her, claiming her without the ties that bind? His breath whispered over her thighs, then he pressed his nose against her skin and breathed her in.

He gave her an easy shove and she fell backward onto the mattress. Warm fingers slid along her thighs until they reached her panties. He toyed with them for a moment, rubbing the material between his thumb and index finger. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Was he contemplating a reprimand for having them on? Much to her dismay, a thrill moved through her. He slowly slid the slip of material down her legs and removed them. His jaw clenched, and while he was exercising extreme restraint, there was a part of her that wanted him to lose it, to take control, be the man he really was.

His head dipped. She bit her lip at that first sweet touch of his tongue. He stroked from bottom to top, circling her clit until she was nearly delirious with want.

She gripped the sheets beneath her and held on as he took possession of her sex. That’s when she realized she was lying perfectly still, the way her Dom had always instructed.

That thought flew from her mind when he inserted a finger. His warm breath whispered over her wet sex with a growl of approval. With his finger still inside her, he slid over her body. His mouth found hers and his kiss was full of passion when their lips collided. His cock pressed against the side of her stomach as he pulled his hand from between her legs to capture hers wrists. He shoved her arms above her head, holding them in one hand as he repositioned himself until his cock teased her opening. His other hand pushed into the bed beside her head, and the next thing she knew he was thrusting inside her.

She moved with him, her pelvis banging against his, and as they came together her heart swelled. She’d missed this. Missed him.

His mouth came down hard and she tugged until she freed one hand, needing to touch him. Thick muscles jumped beneath her roaming hand and he cursed under his breath. She sucked in air, loving how he reacted to her touch. But as much as she wanted him in her bed, she didn’t want to hold him back from what he really needed. His hand slipped between their bodies and her thoughts fragmented as he applied pressure to her clit.

She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations. He brought her higher and higher, until an orgasm was only a breath away. A cry lodged in her throat.

“That’s it, kitten. Come for me.”

The second she heard her pet name roll off his tongue, she gave herself over to her orgasm. Her muscles spasmed, clenched around his thickness, the tension in her body easing.

“So good,” she murmured, squeezing tighter.

Quinn positioned both hands beside her head, holding them there as he drove so fast and deep she feared the bed was going to break. He pounded harder than ever before, the way he was taking her far more intense than anything she’d ever felt. His eyes searched hers, and she wiggled one hand free to put her palm on his cheeks. His gaze bore into hers and when she saw the want…need…the responsibly he was shouldering, the pain he was carrying, her heart squeezed.

“Quinn,” she murmured. Tears pricked her eyes. She loved him for wanting to be what she needed, but it wasn’t fair to him. Why should he be punished for something Felix had done?

He threw his head back and growled as he jettisoned his seed high inside her. He collapsed on top of her, perspiration sealing them as one. His heart pounded against her chest as they both struggled to breathe. He buried his face in her neck and she held him to her, running her fingers though his damp hair.

“Hey,” he said. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. He frowned and looked her over. “Something on your mind?”

She swallowed against the tightness in her throat. “We can’t do this.”

His brow furrowed. “Rebecca, don’t.”