Oh. Oh my God.” Her legs tighten up, her toes digging into the breadth of my back and she jolts violently, her scream piercing the air. “Yes!”
“Ahhhh fuck,” I groan, licking her like a depraved animal, my hips pumping against the carpet. There is nothing on this planet like the taste of her pleasure. It’s honey from the sweetest flower and I rush to get all of it on my tongue, not allowing a single drop to escape. Finally, she goes boneless on the ground, a fine sheen of dew making her skin glow. “I should wait for you to recover, but I need to fuck you now, sweetheart. Now,” I growl, climbing on top of her and unzipping my pants. “Just let me. Just let me,” I pant. “God forgive me, I’m going to smash that motherfucking cherry—”
“Hello?” A voice comes from out in the living room, followed by the closing of my front door. “Des? You here?”
No. No, it can’t be my sister.
“Where you hiding the girl?”
Jesus, it’s both of them.
“Yeah, bring her out! We want to meet her.”
“Same way you met our boyfriends.”
They cackle in unison, the sound an embodiment of sisterly evil.
I drop down onto Quinn’s now-alert body with a curse. Apparently nominating me for the baking show wasn’t enough payback for years of torturing their boyfriends.
This. This is the real payback.
And with everything still up in the air with Quinn, I’m suddenly regretting every single thing I ever did to make my sisters crazy…
6
Quinn
I feel like I’ve been through the spin cycle.
My brain cells are scattered in different directions and my limbs are made of licorice. That was…that was…
Life altering.
His mouth did that. By licking my…
I can’t even say it in my head, but another wave of delight passes through me and I wonder if I can faint if I’m already lying down.
Get up.
I have to get up.
The last thing I want is for Desmond’s sisters to walk into this room and find me spread eagle with their brother on top of me. The first time I meet them, I want to have my wits about me and a nice, pre-planned outfit. I want time to prepare.
When did I start believing that meeting Desmond’s family was a given?
It’s not, is it?
He lifts his head and scans my face now, his jaw tight with irritation and…panic? Fear? It’s hard to tell, but it furthers my unease. Is he irritated because he never planned on introducing me to his sisters? Or because they interrupted us?
Sex lessons are hard.
So is falling for a man and having no idea if he feels the same.
Fine, so he took the lesson pretty seriously and my heart tells me I’m not the only one reeling from this connection between us. It’s not only physical, it’s mental, and the idea that I could be training for someone else is utterly laughable. But what if Desmond is only interested in sex? He hasn’t really hinted otherwise, has he?
We have no time to discuss our possible relationship now because Melissa and Steph are calling to us from the living room and obviously aren’t going to leave until we make an appearance.
“I’m so sorry,” Desmond groans, shaking his head and dropping it onto my belly. “Jesus. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“It’s okay,” I say slowly, pushing a limp strand of hair out of my eye. “Um…well, I guess we should get dressed?”
“That’s a very sad thing that just came out of your mouth.”
I giggle despite my jumbled nerves. “They can’t be all that bad.”
He laughs without humor. “They eat people alive.”
“Yes, but I’ve had some experience with people eaters. You met my mother.”
Desmond kisses my belly, his beard chafing the sensitive skin and sending tingles down to my toes. “I could barricade the door.”
Again, I worry he’s not serious about me and therefore hesitant to introduce me to the important people in his life. I’ll never know unless I ask. Normally, I would never be so bold as to question a man’s intentions before he volunteers them, but I’m feeling kind of…assertive at the moment. “Um. Desmond…are we—”
“All right, we’re coming in!” shouts one of the sisters. “Cover your privates!”
Desmond lunges to his feet and locks the door at the last minute, backing away from the jigging door handle. I stand as well, with a serious effort because my legs are still wobbly, rearranging my dress and smoothing my hair. “I’m ready.”
His eyes scanning me head to toe. “You’re wearing that orgasm like a second