Page 98 of Seven Lost Summers
I should be focused on the day. On the music. On the set list and the shit we still need to tighten. But all I can think about is her.
I shouldn’t be looking at Quinn the way I am. Shouldn’t be catching how her tank top hugs her tits beneath that open shirt, or how those fucking cutoffs cling to her hips, riding high, showing off legs a man could spend all fucking day between.
But I do.
And once the thought lands, it doesn’t fade. It multiplies. Fucks with my focus. Strips everything else down to static.
I picture her stripped bare, laid out between me and Theo, skin flushed, chest rising fast, those pretty lips parted on a gasp as we touch her. My hands gripping her thighs, holding her open, spreading her wide. Theo’s mouth trailing down her body, dragging every shiver out of her with nothing but his tongue and that cocky grin he wears when he knows he’s got someone right on the edge.
He’d start with her nipple, teasing it, sucking it into his mouth while she moans, hands fisting in the sheets, begging for more. And I’d be taking in every second. Seeing her come apart under him. Catching the way he drags it out.
My hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly, keeping pace with every sound she makes. Theo’s mouth would move lower, kissing across her stomach, grinning against her skin when she whimpers. And I’d be right there, hard as fuck, knowing exactly what’s coming.
Theo would tease her first.
Of course he would.
The fucker lives for that. That smug bastard would make her beg, hold back to watch her unravel.
His fingers would ghost over her clit, barely grazing, enough to make her squirm, to make her hips lift off the bed in a silent plea for more. He’d smirk, knowing exactly what he’s doing, and drag it out even longer. Whispering filth in her ear, telling her how fucking beautiful she looks when she’s needy, when she’s right there on the edge, falling apart for us.
I’d slide my fingers inside her, taking in the way her body grips me, tight and wet. She’d be so fucking soft, so ready, and I’d take my time with it. Curling my fingers perfectly, dragging over every spot that makes her gasp. Her legs would open wider, thighs trembling, mouth parting with those little breathless sounds that drive me fucking insane. She wouldn’t need words. Her body would say it all.
Theo wouldn’t leave her hanging for long. He’d kiss his way down her body, dragging his mouth over every inch of skin he can reach, sucking bruises into her thigh purely to watch her squirm. After that he’d settle between her legs, eyes dark, fingers digging into her hips to hold her in place while his mouth hovers, close enough that she can sense the heat of it but not close enough to give her what she needs.
When he finally does, he wouldn’t be gentle. He’d groan into her, licking her clit like he owns her, as if it’s his favorite fucking meal. Wet, messy, relentless.
I’d be right there beside him, fucking her with my fingers, keeping perfect rhythm with his mouth, watching the way her whole body responds. Taking in every twist and pant, her hands clawing at his hair, head thrown back as she gets closer and closer.
And right when she’s on the fucking edge, we’d stop.
Pull back. Make her feel the loss, make her whimper for it, make her ache so bad she forgets how to think.
Because we don’t want her merely coming. We want her feral for it. Needy. Shaking. Broken open and begging for more. And she will. Fuck, she will.
I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, cock already fucking throbbing simply from the thought. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about Quinn this way. Shouldn’t let it crawl under my skin and take over. But fuck, if she gave me even the smallest sign she wanted it, I’d make every filthy thought I’ve kept locked away since high school come true.
This is Quinn Thomas.
The girl I’ve wanted to fuck since I was seventeen.
The one I used to think about in the shower, hand wrapped tight around my cock, groaning her name while I picture her on her knees, lips parted, eyes wide, looking up at me as if I was the only thing she ever fucking needed.
Back before Bianca turned my world upside down. Before I learned how fast the ground can vanish beneath you when you get too close to something that is real.
We hit the front steps of Ace’s place.
Theo reaches the door first, shoves it open, and tips his head toward Quinn.
She steps inside, eyes already scanning the space, cataloguing the light, the angles, the shadows curling in the corners. Her hand rests on her camera strap, fingers twitching against it, ready.
I move to follow, but Theo cuts me a look. He caught the way I was eye fucking her.
A smirk pulls at his mouth as he leans closer, amusement lacing his voice.
“You keep staring at her like that, she’ll catch fire.”
I don’t say shit, shouldering past him. Then I come to a stop when I see her. Standing near the far wall, lip caught between her teeth in focus. Shirt slipping off one shoulder. Those goddamn cutoffs showing off skin that drags my thoughts straight to hell.
