Custom Built (Fast & Fury #1) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,70

to put some extra time into us. We are a happy married couple, but when you bring a child into the world, they become the main focus. It’s so easy to forget to look after your partner, and I want to make sure I never do that with Crow. I want him to always feel well loved.

When we head back to the clubhouse, Quinn is fast asleep, so we hang out there for a while, chilling with Temper, Abbie, Renny and Izzy. It’s nice to just hang out with them—it feels like so long since we’ve just sat around and had a drink.

When Quinn wakes up crying, though, I’m happy to hold her, and be with her again, too.

That’s what life is about, right? Balance.

My goal is to try to have some of that.

And later that night, after Quinn is fast asleep in her crib, I put in a little effort, dressing in a sexy lace nightie, and sit on the bed, waiting for Crow.

When he steps into the room and sees me, his eyes turn dark with want, and he quickly closes the door behind him.

I can see the outline of his cock through his gray sweatpants, and tell how much he wants me. It’s an empowering feeling, knowing that the attraction between us is so strong, and not just physical. It’s mental and emotional, too.

“I’m not going to last long with you looking like that,” he teases as he pulls off his shirt and throws it on the ground. Everything else follows until he’s standing naked in front of me.

“I don’t even care,” I reply as he comes to the bed, reaching out to touch his cock, stroking it with my hands. I move to the edge of the bed, wanting to drive him crazy, and put my mouth on him. I suck on the head and tease him for a little while, and then I go deeper, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth. I love taking my time with him, and I truly enjoy pleasuring this man. His fingers get lost in my hair, his head leaning back as his mouth drops open in pleasure. I love the growling sounds he makes; they turn me on even more.

“Fuck, Bronte,” he breathes, his husky tone making me moan a little around his length. He tries to step back but I hold on to his thighs, pulling him into me. I know he doesn’t want this to be over yet, but I want him to come in my mouth, and then we can continue and start again. It’s not like he needs much recovery time.

He moans loudly as he comes, and I swallow every drop, and continue to gently suck even when it’s over, making his thighs tremble at the sensitivity.

I wipe my mouth and bring my eyes to his.

“That was... Fuck” is all he can seem to say with a satisfied smile, followed by, “Your turn.”

He pushes me back and lifts up my nightie. Seeing that I’m wearing nothing underneath, he spreads my thighs and slowly starts to feast, returning the favor, teasing me and dragging it out until I’m ready to explode. My back arches as I can feel myself on the verge of coming, and my eyes close of their own accord, lost in the moment and the pleasure.

“Fucking hell, Crow,” I moan, spreading my thighs farther apart and lifting my hips. His tongue dashes on my clit at the same time he slides a finger inside of me, and then it’s all over for me.

After I’ve come, we slowly make love with him on top, and then behind me, and then me on top, taking our time and just enjoying being with each other.

Aaaannnd I’m back.

* * *

I take Quinn to Dad’s headstone. We place flowers down, sit in front of it and just talk to him. I came here today for a reason, and it was to tell him what Nadia and I found out about Jean.

“Jean committed suicide, Dad,” I say, sighing. “I don’t know how much you cared about her or if you loved her, but I thought you should hear it from me. Her daughter asked Nadia to look for her, and we found her when we were reviewing records of unidentified decedents. Maybe she’s sitting with you right now. I don’t really know.”

I don’t know how to feel about the whole thing. I never thought this would be the outcome when we took on this