Strong, Silent Type (7 page)

An animalistic snarl was her only signal she’d pushed him to the brink.

No gentleness, just hunger. His single-minded, unyielding pursuit of her pleasure sent her body into overdrive. Dizzy from the sensations bombarding her, Libby closed her eyes, lost in the burning brand of his skilled mouth, the sweet suction, the bruising grip of his fingers. With her every shallow breath, Quinn’s musky aroma filled her lungs.

Two fingers slipped into her sheath, curling behind her pubic bone, and she bowed off the bed.

He flickered his tongue over her clitoris in short, fast stabs as he rubbed her innermost tissues with his fingertips. Not in and out, but in the sweetest, erotic internal caress.

Before she’d gotten used to the feeling of fullness from those clever, fondling fingers, her blood gathered in the hot spot beneath his dancing tongue. “Quinn?”

“Tell me what’ll get you there.”

“Suck harder.”

He did.

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She clutched his hair. The orgasm flooded her, a throbbing, take-her-breath-away seizure of pulsing bliss. A drawn out, “Oh God,” escaped as she arched hard into him, thrashing against the sheets and rolling her hips into his face.

He kept his mouth suctioned to her clit until the pulses slowed.

She flopped into the mattress with a final groan. Her body twitched as he gently lapped the super-sensitized areas of her sex, and she swore she felt him grin against the crease of her thigh when she sighed again.

Libby peeled her eyes open, pushing herself up on her elbows. “What other new tricks did you learn?”

Quinn laughed and gave her one last deliberate lick. “Now where’s the fun in tellin’ you? I’d rather show you. Later. First,” he crawled up her body with an unholy gleam in his eyes, “you’re gonna return the favor.”

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Libby licked her lips and looked at his cock.

“You can use that pretty little tongue on me later. I’ve got something else in mind right now.

Something I’ve fantasized about doin’ for a long time. The old me was too polite to ask. The new me, well…he’s a bit more demandin’.”

“What do you want to do?”

He straddled her belly and slid his knees next to her armpits. “I wanna feel these tits cushioning my cock as I’m slidin’ it here.” The tip of his index finger drew a line from the hollow of her throat down through her cleavage.

Libby wasn’t gawking at him as if he were the biggest pervert on the planet, but frown lines appeared between her eyebrows, which meant she was thinking hard.

“Shocked?”

“No, just wondering if you thought I was so prissy that I wouldn’t want to try it.”

“Libby—”

“You brought it up, so answer the damn question.”

The old Quinn would’ve clammed up. The new Quinn got right in her face. “What would you have said, darlin’ wife, if I would’ve demanded to fuck these luscious tits? Not only that, I wanna come all over them. There’s something mighty appealin’ about seein’ my sperm dotted all over your pretty freckled skin.”

Her eyes narrowed. “So, you didn’t ask me because you were waiting to fulfill that particular fantasy with another woman?”

“Hell no.” Jesus. Was his even-keeled Libby acting all pissed off because he
hadn’t
asked her?

“I’m your wife, Quinn. I’ve been your lover for fourteen years. Why couldn’t you ask me or tell me what you want from me in bed?”

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Frustrated, he snapped, “Because of the way I was raised. It ain’t exactly easy for me to look my wife in the eyes and demand the sexual stuff that’s out of the norm. Especially when we’ve been told that wantin’ that kind of kink is just plain wrong.”

What he didn’t say—what he’d never say because it’d hurt her beyond repair—is in the last few years, when they were trying for a baby, the only place she wanted his sperm was in her baby channel. She’d stopped giving him handjobs or blowjobs, unless it led to him sticking his dick in her and filling her with his seed.

Libby stared at him. A dozen different expressions crossed her face. None of them good.

Ah crap. Sexual playtime was obviously over. His cock had gone soft. His hopes had gone south. He scooted back, but she clamped her fingers into the top of his thighs, keeping him in place.

Quinn heard a muttered
stupid
tumbling from her pursed lips. “What?”

“I said we’ve both been so stupid. Full of pride. Listening to other people’s viewpoints, and not deciding our own.” Her grip on his legs turned into a caress. “I’ve been so insistent on being a ‘proper’

wife to you that I’ve actually not been any kind of wife at all, least of all the kind of wife you need.”

“Libby—”

“Hear me out. And you’re so worried I’m gonna think you’re a pervert that you’re afraid to ask me to take a walk on the wild side of sex with you.” Her gaze roamed his face. “Is that true?”

He nodded, half-worried, half-hopeful of where this conversation was headed.

“I don’t want it to be like that between us any more. No more tiptoeing around what we want because it might be considered dirty. I want sex to be fun and raunchy and spontaneous like it’s been today.”

“As long as we’re bein’ honest, I don’t always wanna be the one to get things goin’ in the bedroom.

It’d be good if you touched me without me havin’ to ask.”

Libby beamed a decidedly naughty smile. “Did you like me dragging you around the corner and demanding you get your rocks off on me?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Then bring your cock closer so I can suck on it. Once that bad boy is hard, let’s see how it feels sliding between my tits.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I wanna fulfill your every fantasy, Quinn.”

“Goddamn. Hearin’ nasty talk comin’ from that sweet mouth is a fuckin’ turn on, Lib.”

She’d slid her hands up until they were curled around his ass. She urged him forward. “Gimme.”

Quinn leaned until he could grip the brass rails of the headboard. He kept enough space so he could look down and watch the show.

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And what a show his sexy wife put on for him. His cock had already started to stir, but it was still soft enough she could get the whole thing in her mouth. The warmth and wetness of Libby’s mouth surrounding his dick…nothing like it in the world. Nothing. It was sheer heaven.

Libby’s little humming noises sent chills up his shaft and vibrating through his body. After teasing him to distraction, she released his erection. “It’s been a long time since I did that.”

“I missed it. You’re as good at it as you ever were.”

“I could get used to this sweet-talkin’ side of you, darlin’ husband.” Libby stretched her arms above her head, fully aware he was watching how her breasts swayed with the sensual movement. “Now what?

Do you wanna get right to it?”

“Probably be a good idea to use some lube.” Quinn reached toward the nightstand drawer where they stashed the K-Y, and Libby nearly knocked him off the bed when she scrambled upright.

“Whoa. Careful.”

“I’ll get it.”

“That’s okay. I can reach it.”

“Maybe we won’t need any.” She tugged him back on top of her. “Let’s just do it like this.”

His funny feeling intensified when he noticed the guilty expression his wife wore. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Don’t you wanna get started? Since this has been a longtime fantasy?”

“Yeah. But I want the K-Y.” He dodged her wandering hands and his fingers connected with the drawer handle.

“Quinn. Wait.”

Stay calm.

“What’s in the drawer, Libby?” He’d lose his fucking mind if he found an opened box of condoms.

Absolutely lose his fucking mind.

“I can explain.”

Keeping his eyes on his wife, Quinn jerked the drawer open.

She turned her head toward the opposite wall.

He inhaled deeply before he looked. He didn’t move for the longest time. “When did you buy this?”

“I didn’t. My sister did.”

“Jilly thought this might come in handy?”

“Yes.”

“Look at me.”

Libby raised her chin to the level he deemed stubborn.

“Has it come in handy?”

No answer.

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Rather than demand her response, Quinn picked it up and turned it on. A loud buzzing sound echoed in the room.

Libby’s face was beet red.

“Tell me, have you used this vibrator?”

“Yes, damn you, I did, okay? I was curious and horny and I burned through an entire sixteen pack of batteries in the first week. Happy now?”

“Did it make
you
happy?” Quinn tossed the tube of K-Y on the bed and moved over her so they were face-to-face. “Is this piece of vibrating plastic better than the real thing?”

She shook her head. “It takes the edge off, but it’s…”

“What?”

“Impersonal. Mechanical. Not you.” She gave him a considering look. “Are you mad?”

“Hell no.” The grin he’d been hiding bloomed. “I’d been tryin’ to figure out a way to bring up sex toys to spice up our sex life long before our…break. I’m happy to see you’re good with it.” Quinn lowered his head, reviving their desire with a steamy kiss.

“Mmm.” Libby whispered against his mouth, “You ready to fulfill your fantasy?”

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“Nope.” Quinn rolled her so she was on top.

“What’re you doing?”

“I want you to ride me so I can test out your new toy.”

Libby blushed.

“You already know how much I love to see certain parts of you bouncin’.”

Her whole body seemed to flame with embarrassment.

He brushed his finger over the hot spot on her cheekbone. “Interestin’.”

“What?”

“I can still make you blush. I’ll probably try to turn your cheeks bright red when you’re an eighty-year-old lady.”

“You think we’ll still be together?”

“Yep. I can’t imagine my life without you, Libby. These last few months have been pure hell.”

Even though Libby was buck-ass nekkid, she seized the opportunity to talk, since it appeared Quinn was in a rare mood to do just that. “It didn’t seem like you cared.”

“Jesus. No. I cared, I was just…” Quinn frowned and a minute or so passed before he spoke again. “I can see where you’d get that idea, bein’s I took off right after you kicked me out to help Ben and my cousins with calvin’.”

“I thought after you returned from living at Ben’s for three weeks you might’ve been ready to hash it out.”

Quinn’s eyes searched hers. “Wanna know the real truth?”

She nodded, even when her stomach pitched.

“I didn’t know what to say to you. I ain’t ever been good at sharin’ my feelings and shit. I thought if I ignored it, maybe it’d work itself out.” He scowled. “Stupid, huh?”

“Naïve, maybe. Our problems didn’t happen overnight.”

“Yeah, well, I guess those problems never seemed that bad to me.”

That comment floored her. “Are you serious?”

“It ain’t like one of us was cheatin’. Or one of us was drinkin’ too much. Or we were bein’ physically or verbally abusive. Or that we’d gotten in debt up to our eyeballs. Hell, I didn’t think much beyond that our problem was us just bein’ stuck in a rut.”

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“How’d you figure we’d get out of that rut?”

He shrugged.

“Or were we just supposed to sit and spin our wheels?”

“Better that than burnin’ rubber tryin’ to get away.” He sighed. “I don’t wanna fight with you, Libby.”

“And I don’t wanna sweep this under the rug anymore, Quinn.”

He mumbled and looked away.

“What?”

“I said this is typical.”

“Typical?” She braced her hands on his chest and got in his face. “Explain that.”

His focus snapped back to her. “We’re nekkid. In bed. I had a fuckin’ hard-on to rival a fencepost, we were all set to have hot, fun, wild sex with toys, with extra lube and trying new positions…and now all you wanna do is talk, talk, talk.”

Stung, she retorted, “Yeah? You think ignoring the important stuff and having wild, kinky sex is gonna fix it?”

“It sure as hell can’t hurt, and at least we’d be havin’ sex for once.”

“For
once
?”

“Christ. You ain’t gonna deny that in the last year, even before you demanded a separation, we weren’t havin’ sex on a regular basis.”

“Sex on a regular basis?” she repeated inanely. “That’s what’s so all-fired important to you?”

“Sex is a big part of the important stuff we need to discuss. At least it is to me. You’re all for talkin’

about what’s bothering you, and yet, whenever I tried to bring up what’s bothering me, you changed the damn subject.”

When she froze in shock, he moved her off his body.

“That’s not fair. My unwillingness to talk about sex was in the past.”

“You’re right. Forget it.” He rolled sideways and perched on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

What’d just happened? Everything had been going so well. “Quinn?”

No answer.

Libby forged ahead anyway. “What makes you think that sex isn’t important to me?”

“For the last several years sex is important to you as long as you’re gettin’ what you want out of it, and out of me.”

“Which is what?”

“A baby.” He stood. Without looking at her, he said, “I need to check cattle,” and booked it out of the room, apparently not caring that he was completely naked.

Stunned, and a little heartsick, Libby slipped on her robe. She went to the window and opened the blinds.

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A few minutes later, a bare-chested Quinn exited the house and plopped on the porch steps. He yanked his old boots over his gray sweatpants in angry, jerky movements. He stalked to the truck, grabbed his T-shirt from inside the cab and pulled it on over his head. Then he slapped on his ball cap, climbed in and roared off.

Needing something to do besides pace, or wait to see if Quinn returned to the house, or if he preferred the cramped horse trailer to her lousy company, Libby went downstairs.