Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)

by Meghan Quinn

“That’s not an excuse.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “Just because I’m hurting doesn’t...

“But you’re close to me right now,” I say, scooting in another inch.

“This is different.” “Is it, though?” I ask.

“It is because even though you’re close, I don’t think I can...

I want to scream why? But I know the answer. I know he’s struggling with trusting people, and given his profession and celebrity, I don’t blame him. He probably h...

“That’s okay,” I say. “I’m just happy I’m close enough.” I smile at him, and he strokes my cheek. “But I need you to know something, Silas. I have no intention of hurting

you . . . ever. That’s why I went to your place to talk about the hockey article because I wanted to figure out a way that wasn’t going to hurt you.”

“I know why you did. And yes, was I mad about it? Of course. But do I understand? I do. Just know . . . I won’t hurt you. It might take you a while to find trust in me, but when you’re ready, it’s there.”

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “And you know I’m sorry, right? That I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, even though I made it seem like I would.”

“You’re a protector, Silas. Not a hurter. If anything, I feel safe when I’m around you. I trust you and your intentions, even if skewed at times by t...

“Then why did you pull away?”

“Because you’re too . . . fuck, Ollie, you’re too mature, too fucking smart, and it’s making me think I can do things to you that I shouldn’t be doing.”

“You deserve better, Oliana. You deserve more.”

“Who are you to decide that?”

“I know what I can offer, what you need, and they don’t match up. That’s why this works, this arrangement. We both get what we ...

“What if what I need has...

“Don’t say that, Ollie. Don’t get yourself wrapped up in this, in me. I’ll on...

“I don’t believe it,” I say. “But I also won’t push you.” I trail my fingers up to his chin and force him to look at me. “But promise me t...

me ever again. If you’re going to threaten me, threaten me with your cock, not your words. And if you’re going to touch ...

With his large, beefy arm, he drags me into his chest where he buries his head into my hair. I marvel at the way he feels wrapped around me. Warm, safe . . . I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this, like nothing could happen to me when he’s near me. And that’s terrifying because I know this is just the beginning. I can easily see myself falling for this man, fast and hard.

“Hey, baby,” he says, causing my entire body to turn into a puddle of swoon. And to my utter delight, he slips his hand behind my head and brings his lips to mine, where he presses a deep, sultry kiss that nearly makes my shoes fly off right here in the middle of the Agitators hallway. It’s the kind of kiss you dream about when you see someone for the first time in a long time. There’s passion behind it. Strength in his grip all the way to his fingertips. It brands me, cuts deep to my very soul. And when he slowly pulls away, just enough for our eyes to meet up, I can see everything he wants in his mysterious eyes. He wants me. He wants this. If only I can convince him to take the leap.

Unlocking our gaze, he slips his hand behind my back and holds me close to his chest. I know this is all for show, that what’s going on isn’t real, but that doesn’t negate the fact that with every touch, every look, he takes my breath away. I can’t pinpoint the moment when this thought process happened, but what I do know is that over the past few weeks, my shield has been lowered, and I’m starting to see Silas in a completely different light.

I’m starting to see him as the man I ...

Well, this ought to be fun. If there is one way to get this man to change his mind about our situation, to give in to the way he feels about me, it’s having him watch me dance with other people. I want more with him, but it seems like the only way I can break him is to flaunt myself

and make him so rabid with jealousy that he has no choice but to claim me.

Maybe this will turn out to be in my fa...

“So is this something you want? Because the kiss I witnessed in the hallway was more than some fake kiss.”

“Tell me about it. Everything feels so real with him, but he won’t admit to it. He won’t let himself cross that line, and I’m so frustrated with him that I’m ready to piss him off.”

“Ollie, please, for the love of God, don’t get the man thrown in jail. It won’t look good for him.”

“I won’t. I’m just going to help him realize exactly what he’s missing out on.” “I’ll pray for his safety tonight.” I start moving to the beat as I say, “It’s my birthday, and guess what, Ross? I deserve a freaking treat. And that treat is sitting over there in that VIP section, watching my every move.” “He truly is . . . like a lion stalking his prey.” “Good, let’s hope he strikes.”

dig my fingers into the couch for the tenth time in five minutes as I watch Ollie grind against Ross. All I can think about is how I wish it was me. How I wish I had my hand pressing into her stomach, keeping her close to me, letting her do all of the work. But my head is screaming at me no. I’m not in a position to start anything with her. Not when I’m still struggling with how Sarah broke me. Not with the new season.

And especially not with the way I want to physically claim her until she can’t fucking walk.

Maybe for a moment, just a moment, I can give in. I can take. So I allow myself to loosen up, and I pull her in even closer as I move my hips with her. Her hand grips the back of my neck, anchoring herself in place, and I explore her body with my hands as we dance together, in unison, like this is what we were meant to do our entire lives.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” I ask as I thrust my cock into her pelvis.

“Didn’t think you would care.” Her hands thread through my hair.

“When it comes to you, I care about everything.”

“If you cared, then you wouldn’t torture me,” she says as she moves her forehead against mine.

“I want you, Silas. I want you so much that I think about you at night when I’m pleasuring myself. I think about you in the morning, wondering if you missed me from the night before. I think about you so much that it make...

me you feel the same ...

“Tell me, Silas, tell me you want me.”

“Of course I fucking want you. Jesus Christ, Ollie.”

“Do it,” she says breathlessly. “Kiss me, Silas.”

“I want to deserve you.”

“You do,” she says, her hands gripping me tightly.

“I don’t,” I say as I pause my hips, realizing...

“Silas,” she says softly as she takes it. “You really did get me something.” When her eyes flash to mine, she asks, “Why?”

“Because you mean something to me. Even if I frustrate you and you don’t understand me sometimes, you matter to me. And you’ve made a difference in my life. I want you to know that.”

“We made an arrangement, Ollie,” I say softly. “I’m fucking terrified of what will happen if we don’t follow that agreement.” Because I like you. Because I can get lost in you. And because I don’t know what I would do if you hurt me.

“We aren’t following the agreement, Silas. We haven’t been. And meanwhile, you’re hurting me in the process because you know how I feel about you. You know I want you, and you give me hope with experiences like last night. And the worst part is, I know how you feel about me. You want me. I can see it in your eyes. But if I’m off base here, I need you to tell me that’s not the case.” Her eyes lift to mine. “Tell me right now.”

“I’m voiding the contract. I don’t want you as pretend anymore.” She brings her hand to the back of my head and rubs her nipple along my lips. I part them and suck in the hard nub again. “I want you for real, as mine. I’m claiming you.”