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Meghan Quinn
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March 22 - May 18, 2024
“Yeah, I’ve never been too good at hiding my facial expressions.” “I could tell this morning when you caught me in the kitchen with my shirt off.”
Yeah, I’m sure he understood exactly what I was thinking when I saw him with his shirt off. Could he tell I wanted to motorboat his pecs?
“Doesn’t matter, you drove to a foreign country—to steal a trophy from your estranged uncle?” “Yup.” I smile widely. “My mom deserves that trophy. It’s hers. And I’m going to get it for her.” “Wow,” Pacey says and then chuckles. “That . . . Jesus, that makes me like you so much fucking more.”
“What?” Winnie nearly shouts. “No way. Not Levi.” She shakes her head. “No man who lives and dies for a certain flavor of fudge gets blow jobs on team busses.”
“Solo?” I ask.
Pacey scoffs. “No, that movie is trash. All the boys hate it.” “Really? I didn’t think it was that bad.” Pacey pauses in the hallway and turns toward me. “If you plan on staying here, I suggest you don’t repeat that, but just keep it to yourself.”
“Wouldn’t kill you to say a few nice things, you know, after you got all the boys a present except me.” He bats his eyelashes at me. “I’ve been waiting for you to point that out.” “To save you the embarrassment, I thought bringing it up without company around would be best.” He rubs his hands together. “So, do I get a present?” “No.” I rest my head against the back of the hot tub. “Brutal.”
“That’s very sweet, Pacey. And . . . I appreciate that. You. But, yeah, I thought maybe it was going to be something like ‘what’s your favorite dinner?’ My answer
would’ve been chicken parmesan with garlic bread.” “Noted, now answer my question.”
But no, she very much enjoys the meat.
“Out of fear of what you might say to Winnie, I’m taking her with me.” “Sure,” Taters says, “That’s why you’re taking her with you.”
Lolz
“Please, Winnie.” When he asks like that, pain lacing his every breath, his every word, I can’t deny him.
Me neither girl
I’m scared. For many reasons. Scared because I know how serious head injuries are. Scared because I don’t want anything bad to happen to Pacey. Scared because these feelings I’m carrying for a man I just met shouldn’t be this strong. But they are. I care for him. I want him to be okay. And as I rest my head on his chest, his arm wrapped around me, I realize that
this, right here, is the most I’ve cared about someone since my mom died. And this is the first time I’ve cared about a man this much, more than I ever cared for Josh. And that’s probably the most terrifying revelation of them all.
“How are you feeling?” The smallest of smiles crosses his lips. “I have a dull thud in my head, but feeling much better.” His hand smooths over my arm. “Easily the quickest I’ve ever gotten over a migraine. I’m usually out for the entire day and night.” “Really? Was it the cold compress?” That smirk grows wider. “Pretty sure it was the beautiful girl clinging to me.”
“Yeah, your style is more of a dildo centerpiece.”
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“Well, I’ll let you eat and—” Pacey’s hand clamps down on my leg. “It’s cute that you think you’re leaving,” Pacey says with humor in his voice. “Nah, you’re sticking by my side today.”
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“What about Winnie?” I ask in a whisper. “I’m not about to just leave her here with you four.” “Afraid she’ll fall for one of us?” Taters asks in a teasing tone.
Josh: Hey, have a second to talk on the phone?
Pacey: Rather not talk. Unlike Dad, I know how to hold a grudge.
Josh: So that’s where we’re at? Pacey: You put us there. Josh: So is that why I’ve seen your picture on the Internet . . . with Winnie? Is that so you can get back at me? How the fuck . . . Jesus Christ, I should have known people were taking pictures of me and Winnie when we were out on the town, exploring. Pacey: You really don’t know me at all. Josh: You’re right, I don’t. But you realize, you’re with my Winnie, right? Pacey: She’s not yours anymore. You gave up the best thing that’s ever happened to you. You were an asshole to her. You can’t claim her. Josh: So you’re not doing this out of
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Pacey: I have better things to do with my life than figure out ways to spite my half-brother. You act as if I spend time thinking about you.
Instead of ignoring them, I say, “Booked my plane. I suggest you leave me the fuck alone until I contact you.” “Can’t be mad at us for caring,” Taters says. “I can be mad all I want.” “Not if you need me to drive you to the airport,” Hornsby says, moving his rook up the board. He flashes me a smile. “See you in the morning, sweetheart.”
“Dating?” Her eyes nearly jump out of her sockets. In disbelief, she shakes her head. “You want to date me?” “Yeah.” I take her hand in mine. “I want to fucking date you. I want to take you out, rest my hand on the small of your back while everyone wonders who the hell the gorgeous girl is walking next to me. I
want to spoil you, take care of you, give you what you deserve—a man who you can count on, even when things seem tough.” “I’m not . . . I’m not good enough for you.” I grip her chin and force her to look at me. “You’re more than enough for me. Understand that?” When she doesn’t say anything, I lean in closer, my eyes connecting with hers. “You’re more than enough, Winnie.” Her lip trembles, and she closes her eyes as a lone tear falls down her cheek. I wipe it away and say, “I will fucking wait. I’ll wait as long as I need to in order for you to come to terms with that.” “Terms with what?” she
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“You’re going to wait for me?” She shakes her head. “I don’t get why.” “Simple, Winnie.” I bring her knuckles to my lips and press a soft kiss to them. “You’re worth the wait.”
“That’s it.” He smooths his hand over my ass. “So fucking fine, Winnie. Do you know that? You’re so goddamn fine. I crave your body, your shape, your curves. You’re so my fucking type and it’s painful I’ve waited this long to get inside of you.” He moves his hand up my back and gently pushes my head down into the mattress. “Just like that.” He guides my ass into the air and stuffs some pillows under my stomach.
“Pacey,” I cry. “It’s too good. I can’t hold on.” He stills behind me. “Winnie. I’ll pull out right fucking now. Do not come. Do you hear me?”
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“Have at it. Want me to make you my point of contact, as well?” “That would be appreciated,” Hornsby says. “We’d like copies of all medical records, too.” “Fine,” I say easily. “Whatever you want to get you off my back.” The boys exchange glances and Posey says, “I don’t like how agreeable he is to all of this. It’s making me feel uneasy.” “Me too,” Hornsby agrees. “Do you think it’s because he got some last night?” “And this morning,” Holmes says before taking a sip of his orange juice.
“I think the orgasms have helped him relax.” Posey speaks more quietly. “Blink twice if the orgasms helped. Blink once if you’re in some sort of sexual trance you don’t know how to get out of.”
We meet by the back and he slaps my ass as I pass him. “Hey,” I say, grabbing my butt. “Watch it, man.”
“Oh, sorry.” He holds his hands up. “I forgot spanking gets your sweet pussy wet.” My cheeks flame. “Pacey.” My voice comes out embarrassed.
“Aww, Winnie, you shy talking about the things th...
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“You know, once you lick someone’s asshole, there’s no more holding back.”
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“Your shoes. You realize you don’t have any on.” “He made me take them off. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make.” “The sign of a true robber, willing to sacrifice footwear.” I chuckle and he says, “And the whole ‘drink my breastmilk’ thing, care to comment on that?” I smile to myself and rest my head on his shoulder. “Can’t be sure.”
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I reach across the table and move my finger over the top of his hand. “So, what you’re saying is that when we get to your place, we’re going to take a bath together?” His eyes darken as he says, “That . . . and other things.” My lips quirk up. “Like what? Show me around?” “Yeah, I’ll show you around.” He leans back in his chair and rubs his hand over his jaw. “I’ll show you around my place by fucking you in every room.” Good God.
“Babe, after that blow job you gave me in the shower, pretty sure I’m addicted.” I feel my cheeks blush as he takes my hand. “But putting the physical aspect to the side, after seeing you sprint out of your uncle’s house with a trophy, shoeless, and telling him to suck your breastmilk, I’m pretty sure I won’t ever be able to let you go.”
“You’re going to give me a complex.” I lean into him and press a kiss to his cheek. “Ian is hot, but you take my breath away,” I whisper.
His hand grips my thigh more tightly and he rumbles with a low growl. “I like it when you stroke my ego like that.”
Her hands fall to my lower back. “Are you still stiff?”
“I’m always stiff around you.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m not referring to your penis, Pacey.”
“Are you letting that sink in? Because I don’t want to have to keep validating my decisions. I don’t make choices just for the hell of it. Everything I do is for a reason. Understood?” “Yes . . . Daddy.” My eyebrows nearly shoot to my hairline as a laugh erupts out of me. “Excuse me?” She laughs too. “You heard me . . . Daddy.”
Posey: My nipples got hard reading that.
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Holmes: Best man = me. Taters: ^^ HA! Hornsby: Laughable. Posey: Not to be a dick but . . . fat chance. Taters: Lawes, fucking jump in here. An answer would be great. Lawes: Not that I’m getting married any time soon, but if I had to pick—hands down, no question, it would be Holmes. Hornsby: BullSHIT! Taters: What the absolute fuck? Posey: Malarky! Holmes: Told you. Taters: I need an explanation. Posey: ^^^ Please note the hostility. Hornsby: ^^^ Don’t listen to him. He’s in the kitchen and I heard his outraged roar from the pool.
I love them sooooo much ❤
Her eyes grow angry. “Is this some sick competition between you and your brother? Am I just some pawn in your game?” “Don’t flatter yourself,” I say, before I can stop myself. Fuck, I didn’t mean that.
How dare you lawes!!!!
“Are you going to be jealous watching me eat my tacos?” Only because your tacos get to touch your mouth and I don’t.
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