Sebastian, Grayson, Owen, and Heaven were building sandcastles with Holt and Holland, digging a deep ditch because they really wanted to bury Heaven until all that was left was his head sticking out of the sand.
I reached for Quinn’s hand and flipped to my side. She was asleep, sandwich in one hand and a book flat against her chest.
How the hell Quinn maintained such a good figure after carrying twins and eating like she did, I would never know. It had to be because we had so much sex because it was the only exercise she got.
I took out my phone and took a picture to add to the collection I had of her falling asleep with food in her hand. I chuckled, reached around, and tried to take the peanut butter and jelly away when she tightened her grip.
“Don’t even think about it, or you’ll spend the next week on the couch,” she warned.
I rolled on top of her and pinned her wrists above her head. “You’d miss me too much if you did that. You’ll come crawling to the couch like you always do, begging for my cock.”
“I do not,” she weakly argued, moaning quietly as I ran my tongue up her neck. “The kids,” she said.
“Are busy with their uncles,” I said, nipping her jugular vein and then sucked. “And you do beg for my cock. You always want me.” I wanted her right now. If it were up to me, I’d put another baby in her, but she was on birth control.
“I can’t help it that I kick you to the couch in anger and then miss you filling me.” She thrust her hips onto my hard cock, and I covered her mouth with my hand when I knew she was about to moan.
I stood and grabbed her arms along the way, tossing her over my shoulder to run behind the cliff for privacy like two randy teenagers. “We will be back!”
“You animals!” Heaven shouted from his hole in the ground.
Hell yeah, I was an animal. No one had a wife that looked like mine. I ran toward the nook of the cove that no other person had ever seen because we owned it. We bought the entire strip of beach below our house that went on for four miles. It was private property, and we knew kids sneaked down to our beach, like all rowdy teens looking to feel badass crossing land they weren’t allowed to be on, and it didn’t bother us. We did the same when we were young.
I ducked my head when we entered the cave-ish nook, and I grabbed Quinn by the ass and set her down, not wasting a second to dive my tongue into her mouth. The cave was damp and a bit cold, dark from the lack of light, but it was perfect when we were out here and needed a quick release. She moaned into my mouth as she fumbled with the ties of my swim-trunks. When they were loose enough, she stuck her hand inside and stroked my cock.
My breaths came out broken and shaky as the heat of her palm wrapped around me. “Fuck, you feel good, baby,” I said as I tilted my head back. Her hand was gone and in the next instance, her lips slid down my shaft. “Oh, fuck!” I yelled and rocked onto my toes from the unexpected sensation. My hand pressed against the top of the cave and my other hand buried in her hair as she sucked me.
Damn, I loved it when she gave me a blowjob. It was the best feeling in the world. The way she rolled her tongue over the tip, the way she slurped me like she was thirsty for my come, and I loved it when she used one hand to jerk me in rhythm with her mouth.
She popped off too soon and then wiped the back of her mouth on her hand. I growled, displeased that she’d unwrapped the seductive massage of her lips from my cock. “Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered, pressing my fingers against her hips to make her turn. She fell to her knees and then her hands, peeking over her shoulder as she waited for me. My legs hit the ground next, the sand dug into my skin, scratching and pinching like annoying grains of glass. I pushed her bikini bottoms to the side and plunged my cock in her cunt.
Her blonde hair flicked over her head when she whipped it back on a passionate moan that echoed around us in the cave. The noises were fuel. I used them to fuck her harder just as she liked, and her cries grew louder the deeper I planted myself.
“This pussy gets better and better.” I raised my hand and slapped her ass, bringing another sexual sound from her.
“Jaxon, I’m so close. You feel too good. I can’t hold back,” she said just as her arms gave out, and her cheek smashed against the sand. The new position had her ass higher in the air, and her fingers dragged along the sand when I picked up speed. My sack slapped against her clit, and it wasn’t long before her muscles constricted around me. What was so great about being together for so long was we knew what the other liked and we could have sex for hours or pull a quickie like we were now.
And we always orgasmed.
“You’re. So. Fucking. Perfect.” I thrusted with force at the end of every word, and her muscles constricting turned into a full-blown spasm. She came, clenching that tight pussy around me until my eyes crossed, and I grunted my own orgasm, spilling every drop I had left to give inside her.
Which wasn’t much considering we went two rounds already earlier this morning. She sucked me dry every damn day, and I was glad to do it.
“I needed that,” I said, pulling my semi-hard cock from her sheath. I settled her swim suit in place. “Come here.” I picked her up and made her stand and found myself amused by the strung out look on her face. She had sand covering her cheek, neck, and chest. She was dazed out of her mind, just like she was every morning after sex, and her A-1 covered loaded hashbrowns.
Nothing made the woman happier than my cock and food. If she had that, she was happy. Her words, not mine.
“How does it get better?” she slurred, laying her palms against my chest.
“I don’t know,” I kissed her quickly and leaned against the wall, spreading my legs, and planting my feet so she could settle against me. “Probably because we love each other so damn much.”
“Or,” she countered me with another suggestion, “that our ten-year agreement is nearly up, and all the wild hot sex is getting out of our system before we have to go our separate ways,” Quinn sighed dramatically. “It was a good run, Jaxon.” Her hand patted my chest and then walked her succulent ass away from me and out of the cave.
“I don’t think so,” I said, snatching her hand and yanking her back to me. “In your dreams. It was never ten years. It was forever. And last time I checked, I tricked you into marrying me, so you are stuck with for the next ten years. And then ten years after that.” I placed a kiss on her neck, and she leaned back to give me better access. “And ten years after that. And that. So on and so forth.” I kissed down her chest and pulled the tiny triangle of her bikini top under her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth.
“Sounds so cruel, but the temptation is worth it,” she hissed, arching her body into mine as I nibbled her candied beads.
I had always been the cruel part of our relationship while she had been the temptation. A girl from the rich side of town and a boy from the bad side of the tracks never mixed, but when they did, Quinn and I happened.
A twist of fate, fighting, and fucking loving. Quinn Taylor was meant to be mine.
Easton claimed my mouth, vindicating everything I knew about us.
This kiss felt like it had happened a hundred times before. Our bodies were attuned to one another. He moved, I moved, he breathed, I breathed, and we were one.