Ignite (Savage Disciples MC Book 4) by Drew Elyse

Author:Drew Elyse [Elyse, Drew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-27T18:30:00+00:00

A week seemed like a good span of time until I told Quinn I’d sign those fucking divorce papers if I couldn’t win her back in the course of one. Now that day two was closing out, I was feeling the strain of the deadline I’d given myself. The bright side was Quinn wasn’t pushing me away. She’d agreed to one week, and she was giving it to me without erecting those shields around herself. It was a start, and it was up to me to make sure we didn’t stall out now.

If only I could figure out how the fuck to do that.

I looked from the TV showing the Mecum Auto Auction I’d barely been watching to Quinn. We were in my bed. I was sitting against the headboard. She was lying on her stomach reading, her head facing the foot of the bed, her feet kicked up in the air. It was a familiar position, one we’d been in almost daily before. It felt fucking great to be back.

Not the least of that great came from her ass being right in my line of sight. She was wearing one of my shirts again, but it had bunched up and left the perfect view. The only way it would be better was if I peeled off those panties cut high across her cheeks so I could see her sweet pussy.

Fuck. It was the same thing that happened every time I looked at her, and I was looking every couple seconds. My dick had been hard since she’d settled in with her kindle half an hour ago. I wanted to touch her more than anything, the torture was worth it.

I forced myself to watch the TV and tried to make a game plan.

We’d spent that day right where we were. Quinn hooked up her laptop to the TV and caught up on her shows, which I watched without complaint because she knew the drill. She could put her sci-fi, ghost story, historical whatever on so long as she was right at my side from start to finish. It was a stipulation it took me about two hours of watching TV with her to set.

It was cute as hell how into the stories she got, but my girl watched some crazy shit.

I wondered whether I should have been taking her around Hoffman, showing it to her to try to convince her to stay. I thought about taking her to some fancy dinner or out for drinks, but that wasn’t my Quinn. My wife was at her happiest staying in with a book or a show to binge watch. That had been our version of dating. It wasn’t about going places; it was about being together. The only exception being getting her out on my bike when the mood struck.

I sure as fuck would rather keep her at home to myself. At home, she didn’t keep pants on all day. Alien invasions or awkward kids with superpowers didn’t faze me when I had her bare thighs under my hands.

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