Free The Harder He Falls: 2 (So Inked) by Sidney Bristol Page A

each motion. To keep from slamming into the headboard, she wrapped her arm around him, her other still fisting the linens, and dug her heel into his ass. She moved her hips, urging him for more, and he gave it. The orgasm erupted deep within her and she came in a blaze of fireworks behind her eyelids, screaming her release. Quin continued thrusting, dragging out her pleasurable torment until his own climax cascaded through him and he slumped over her.
    For several moments they lay entwined. The edge was gone and now all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep.
    Quin rolled to the side of the bed and made use of the nearby trash can before flopping down next to her. He put a hand on her stomach, wordlessly asking if she wanted something else. And she did. Turning toward him, she propped her head up on her arm and gave him a quick kiss.
    He slid his hand from her waist down to her ass. “Mm, nice. When do you have to go?”
    She glanced up at the digital clock and sighed. It wasn’t anywhere near time to be home, but if she relieved the home-care worker she would be spared a few hours of paying her.
    “Hey.” He patted her bottom to get her attention. “What’s wrong?”
    “I really don’t want to be responsible.”
    He snorted but didn’t point out that having a one-night stand wasn’t on the list of responsible acts. Instead he asked, “Do you want to take a shower first?”
    “No, I’ll do it when I get home.” She sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed and looked around for her clothes.
    “Kellie?”
    “Hm?” She looked over her shoulder at him. He’d propped his head up with a pillow and had his arms clasped behind his head.
    “You’re a cool chick. Sorry for calling you doll earlier.”
    She shrugged and grabbed her underwear from the floor. “Don’t worry about it. I was a little nuts. You didn’t mean anything by it.”
    He opened and closed his mouth, looking unsure of his next words. “Screw it. There’s no way to say this without it sounding bad. I owe you for the room, not sex. And if you want to scratch that itch again, call me.”
    From any other guy she might have seen his words as offensive, begging for an easy lay, but Quin hadn’t set out to have sex with her. That was on her shoulders. She grabbed the rest of her clothes and began to dress, conscious of his perusal. At the door, keys in hand, she glanced over her shoulder.
    “I might take you up on that, but it’s just sex.”
    He shrugged. “I’m a guy, I like sex and I haven’t had much of it lately.”
    She nodded and put her shoulder against the wall. Why did she feel sad about leaving? She rubbed her shoulder to keep from pressing her hand to her chest. “If you do decide to sleep with someone else, can I trust you to tell me? I don’t screw guys with girlfriends or other arrangements.”
    Quin got to his feet and stretched. “Doll, I’m too busy to meet girls, much less have wild monkey sex very often.”
    She chuckled and put her hand on the lock. “Okay, I’ll be in touch.” She slipped out of the room before he could stall her any longer.
    Though she knew her body would be sore tomorrow, the feeling of being used hard relaxed her. Not only that, but the tussle with Quin before sex had released her pent-up frustration. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time, and it was good.
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    Quin slammed the broken security camera down on the pavement. The crunch and crash of glass and metal further breaking didn’t soothe his irritation. Instead he had a new target for his disgust—himself. This was no way to solve his petty vandalism problems.
    “Mailbox, parking signs, punching bags, security camera, what next?” he muttered, bending to scoop up the pieces. The camera wasn’t even twenty-four-hours old. If he was lucky, the company would consider it still under warranty.
    A shadow fell across his shoulders, alleviating some of the burning heat on the back of his neck.
    “Hey, Coach. Damn, you just had