Intimate Persuasions (14 page)

Never, ever in her entire life did Ann ever remember moving that quickly. Because she jumped off the couch and was running toward the VCR when the door opened. Quinn stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the scene before him.

Chapter Eleven

Neither one of them said anything for several moments. They just stared at each other. Quinn was the first one to break the silence. He closed the door and put his hands on his hips. “Ann. Did you…where did you get that?”

Was he talking?
Because all she felt right now was complete mortification at being caught watching a porno in her boyfriends living room all by herself.
God, what he must think of her?
And the box.
Oh great,
the box was still sitting in the back bedroom on the floor.
Crap, how was she going to get out of this one?
She didn’t get a chance to answer her own question because they were both startled by the sound of the women screaming on the television, begging to be fucked harder.

Quinn walked over to the VCR and hit stop, then eject. He slowly set the tape down on the end table and turned towards her.

“Ann, I—”

“Quinn, I—”

They both spoke at the same time, subsequently silencing each other at the same time as well. So there they stood again in awkward silence.

Quinn expelled a very large breath. “Ann, I never meant for you to see these things.”

That was actually what she worried about. He wasn’t going to be honest with her and tell her what he really and truly wanted. “I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t snooping.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t think you were, hon. And I wouldn’t care if you did. I have nothing to hide. Well, I mean not anymore.”
Damn it. Why hadn’t he gotten rid of this crap?
Actually, he had forgotten about it. It had been awhile since he had a woman that was daring enough to take both his size and his appetite.

“I wanted waffles.”

He cocked his head to one side in confusion. “Waffles?”

“Well yeah, they sounded good, and the waffle maker was in the back bedroom closet. I guess I didn’t put something away right because, um, a box fell and…well I would have just put it back, but it sort of fell on its side and stuff spilled out.”

Fucking great!
“Ann, honey.” He went to her. He didn’t want her to think he was some sort of kinky pervert that was going to try to force her to do these things. He knew how she felt about them. And he was okay with that. He loved her. If giving up a fantasy or two to be with her was the price he would have to pay, then he figured that was a small sacrifice.

“I’m sorry, Quinn. I didn’t mean to invade your personal life.”

He framed her face in his hands and stopped her from turning away from him. “Honey, you are my personal life.”

She bit down on her bottom lip nervously. She had so many questions. Never before had she been curious about anal sex before, but now as she felt her wetness at the apex of her thighs she knew that for whatever reason her body was very intrigued.

“Honey, I’m sorry.” He told her, hating that she had found his secret out.

“Sorry? Why?”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” He hesitated a second before he continued. “I don’t need things like that. I don’t want those things.”

He didn’t? Then why did he have all this stuff? “Quinn, maybe we should…”

“No, listen to me Ann. This stuff,” He moved away from her and picked up the tape, “is from my past. It has nothing to do with you and I, okay?”

She listened to his heartfelt speech. He cared about her, that much she was sure of. But did he not care about her enough to share his deepest fantasies with her. She had told him some of hers. Heck that was how they even got together in the first place. But was that the real difference? She was in love with him, so she knew that he was the only one she could ever share her fantasies with. But maybe that’s what was missing for him, he wasn’t in love with her, so therefore he couldn’t tell his fantasies to her. Because after all was said and done she just wasn’t
the one
.

“Quinn, follow me.” She walked out of the living room and back to the bedroom. She waited for him to join her before she said anymore. When he was standing in the doorway she continued, “How can you expect me to believe that this doesn’t matter.”

Damn it
. He would not lose her to his sexual appetites. He would give up anything to be with her, except for making love to her. That was a deal breaker. Because he needed her just as much as he needed air, water and food.

“It
doesn’t
matter. Look maybe we should sit down and talk about things.”

Ann didn’t like the seriousness of his tone. She had found the proof of his darkest desires, and now he wanted to talk. Was he going to end things with her? “I don’t want to talk about things. I just want you to tell me the truth about what you want.”

“I want you.” He flung the video, which was still in his hand and threw it on top of the pile on the floor. Quinn pulled her close to his body and kissed her. He put everything he had into it. He didn’t want there to be any room left for doubt. He fisted his hand in the back of her hair and used his other to cup her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he could feel her nipple harden with his slightest touch.

Ann whimpered with instant need for him. She was already confused, worried and aroused all at the same time from what she had seen on that video, but his touch was sending her over the edge. She wanted him. Now. But more than that, she wanted him in her future. She pulled away from him.

“Quinn, no. Stop.” She insisted.

“What? No…baby, listen to me okay?” He took her hand and molded it against his erection. “Can’t you see how much I need you? That’s what only you can do to me. Not those other things. Just you, babe.” He kissed her again, using every trick he had learned during their time together on how to turn her into a puddle of aching need.

“Quinn, it’s important to me, I need you to tell me. Why do you have those things?” He was doing that thing with his tongue again. He slid it along her neck and across to her shoulder, burning her skin with his skillful attention, while he drove her wild with passion.

“Those things don’t matter, honey. Please, let me have you.” He wasn’t really asking for permission, because he was already pulling down her shorts. When he slid his hand into her panties he actually gasped in shock. He looked at her with shock on his face. “Annie?” He looked at her.

She licked her lips nervously. She knew what had shocked him. She was always wet and ready for Quinn, but that video had literally almost made her come. She was completely drenched. “Quinn, I…”

“God, baby. Do you know how wet you are?” His desire was written all over his face, as he plunged two fingers inside of her. His eyes leered at her as he watched the pleasure wash over her face at the invasion.

“Quinn…mmm…yes…” Somehow, she wasn’t sure how, but she remembered what her main priority was. She pulled away from him and stepped back. “No!” She was breathless, but she remained firm, “Quinn, I
need
you to tell me why you have those things.”

What was going on with her?
She had never pushed him away before just so they could talk. Her little discovery was freaking her out more than he realized. He had to prove to her that she mattered more to him than any kink ever could. He ignored her protests as he walked towards her. He grabbed onto her and flung her around.

Ann was startled by his roughness and more than a little excited by it. She felt him grind his hardness against her bottom. It suddenly felt so good. The intimate contact of the two body parts rubbing up against one another.
Why won’t he talk to me about it?
She worried herself with the question as she heard Quinn’s zipper slide. She instinctively arched her body into his when she felt him push her forward, forcing her to break a potential fall by dropping her hands to the small dresser. Her panties were being dragged down her legs while she spread her legs to accept him. He had only taken her from behind once before and it had felt good. But she had been nervous. Not now though, now she wanted and needed the feel of him taking her from behind.

As if he was listening to her thoughts, Quinn slammed into her. He had never taken her so quickly before. He instantly hit the deepest parts of her pussy. Her once throbbing womb was now a river of pure desire and lust for no one and nothing but him. How did he always manage to make it better than the last time? She was moaning and writhing with him, rocking her body against his. She was lost in the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She could feel his balls as they hit against her clit with every hard thrust. He had been inside her for all of a minute and she was already so close to her orgasm.

* * * *

Quinn looked down at her body as he slammed in and out of her. Her rounded ass was driving him crazy. He grasped onto her hips to keep himself from taking a finger and dipping it inside the sweet abyss of her forbidden hole.
God, he wanted to fuck her there.
To make her come while he was buried deep inside her in the most taboo of ways. But he couldn’t. His Ann was perfect for him in many ways, but she wasn’t into that. And having her without all of his little fetishes was more important than not having her at all.

“Quinn!” Ann came in a rush of pure ecstasy.

He slammed into her once more as he felt her liquid heat pour all over his cock. He grabbed onto her tighter as he lost himself inside of her. Convulsing his body and jerking his hips as he spurt into her.

“Oh damn, babe. You are amazing.” He was massaging his hands up and down her back, still inside of her when he remembered the items scattered on the floor. He had to put an end to her worries now. He didn’t want her to ever wonder what he needed or wanted again.

Quinn slid out of her and turned her around. “Does that answer your question about what I need or want?”

* * * *

She nodded. She was still coming down from her orgasm, but she knew he was lying to her. He wanted those things, apparently she did too, but he didn’t want to share that part of himself with her. And that hurt more than she could ever explain. She was about to say something when he walked from the room, pulling up his pants.

She stood there, half dressed and waited. She could hear him coming back down the hall towards the bedroom. He walked in with a trash bag and headed for the pile.

“Quinn, what are you doing?”

He looked up at her from his position on the floor. “I told you, this stuff doesn’t matter. It’s my past. I should have thrown it away a long time ago. So that’s what I’m going to do now.”

Was he that desperate to keep a part of himself closed off from her that he would throw away something that was obviously so very important to him? “Quinn, why? Why can’t you just tell me what you really—”

“Ann!” He snapped at her. He didn’t mean to. He was just so agitated. He wasn’t going to lose her to some stupid kink that he couldn’t get past. It was his problem, not hers. “I’m sorry, honey. I just don’t want you to think about this stuff. It has nothing to do with us. I’m sorry you ever saw it.”

And there it was. All the proof that she needed. He not only wasn’t going to tell her what he wanted or needed, but he was sorry that she had found out anything about it. She was the last person he wanted to share that with. For a moment, she let her mind wander to a bad place, where Quinn was getting what he needed with someone else. But she quickly dismissed that notion. He might not be willing to share who he was with her, but she knew that as long as she had him he would remain monogamous.

She watched him as he continued to throw the items in the trash and wondered how long she would have him for.

Quinn tied the bag and took it to the garage. When he came back in he still saw the uncertainty in her eyes that she had ever since he came home and found that she had discovered his stash. He wanted to take that look away, make her happy. He went to her to hold her when she pulled away.

Sure, she put a smile on her face when she said, “I’ll go make the waffles now,” but he could sense her withdrawal. He’d seen it before, too. Things would be fine between them and then something would happen and she would become sad and distant. He wished he knew what was causing her to pull away from him. He wished for so many things. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her just how important she was to him.

To hell with his kinky fetishes and everything else
. All he wanted, all he needed was Ann.
His Annie
.

Chapter Twelve

Quinn and Ann were finishing their waffles when the phone rang. “No, I’ve got it. You relax.” He got up and headed across the room.

“Hello.” Quinn cringed. “Shit you sound terrible man. Didn’t that nap help at all?”

“Uhhh…seeing as how there was no nap and a group of a million percussionists were banging in my head, I’m not feeling so hot.” Derek groaned the words through the phone.

Quinn laughed at his brother. But Ann had been watching him and gave him the ‘be nice’ look so he composed himself. “So what do you need? Did you throw up in the back of your hair again? Need someone to wash it out?”