Page 37 of Topping the Jock
It was funny how he refused to admit he enjoyed being around me. It also amused me how he could seem so awkward right now, but the Quinn who’d pinned me to that locker and said such naughty things in my ear had been anything but. He had a submissive-type personality in everyday life but gave in to his dominating side while in the bedroom—or the locker room in this case.
Even now, I could see traces of that dominating personality, one he kept at bay for some reason, either too nervous or too inexperienced to let it loose. And god, I wanted him to unleash it on me again. He just needed a push in the right direction.
“Enough of this back-and-forth shit,” I said, facing him. “Wanna go back to my place and fuck?”
His brows shot up. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”
“Answer the question, Specks.”
Quinn’s eyes darkened as he shifted closer to me, and I suddenly wondered if I’d been wrong earlier about the whole predator-and-prey concept. Because he looked like a lion about to go in for the kill. Well, slap horns on my head and call me a damn antelope. I wanted to be chased, to have him sink his teeth into me.
“We really shouldn’t,” he said, swallowing hard. Still fighting this crazy attraction between us.
I leaned forward, my skin tingling at how close he was. “Oh, I think we should.”
“We work together.”
“That didn’t stop you from attacking me in the locker room.”
“I didn’t attack you.”
“Hey, it’s not a bad thing. Ilikedbeing attacked.” I winked, then chuckled when he rolled his eyes. “But for real, Quinn. Things are so damn heavy between us. Fucking and getting it out of our systems is really the only logical thing to do.”
A smile touched his lips. His green eyes met mine, and he slid his hand toward mine on the railing. Not touching me, but so close. Indecision crossed his face… and then, determination. “Lead the way.”
My body tingled at the sexy growl in his voice.
I had crushed on Quinn Beck for so many years. And now he was finally going to fuck me.
Hell fucking yeah. Happy Birthday to me.
***
Less than twenty minutes later, Quinn and I busted through my front door, hands pulling at each other’s clothes and lips locked. I kicked the door closed and shoved him against the living room wall, devouring his mouth as he rubbed my hard cock through my jeans.
“Don’t get the wrong idea,” Quinn gasped, breaking the kiss. “This is just sex. Nothing else.”
“Fine with me,” I said, before slamming our mouths back together.
He gripped my upper arms and spun me around, throwingmeagainst the wall. I could already tell how this night was going to go, both of us fighting for control. Little did he know that I wanted to lose. I wanted him to throw me around like his own personal sex doll and fuck me good and hard, taking what he wanted.
“Still don’t like you,” Quinn panted between kisses, sliding his hands up under my shirt.
“Good.” I groaned and clung onto his side as he nipped at my neck. “I don’t want you gettin’ soft on me.”
“Shut up,” he said, before crushing our lips back together and yanking me away from the wall.
We fumbled through the living room, banging into the coffee table, then the edge of the couch, before finally finding our way to my bedroom. For once, I’d actually made my bed that morning. But it was about to be messed up again. I couldn’t wait.
Quinn shoved me backward on the bed and got on top of me, our teeth clanking as we remained lip locked. For someone who supposedly hated me, he sure did like kissing me.
“Want me to put some music on?” I asked, as he tore off my shirt and tossed it aside. I grazed my fingers along the hem of his before lifting it up and over his head as well. Quinn’s lean body was lightly muscled. Perfect, really.
“Depends on what kind.”
“Mozart,” I said, joking.
He snorted the most adorable laugh before pushing against my shoulders and pinning me to the mattress. His hair fell across his brow as he stared down at me. “I was thinking more along the lines of ‘Closer’by Nine Inch Nails.”
