the fuck it list

chapter 25

Ｑｕｉｎｎ Ａｎｇｅｌｏ 

I pull her towards me trying to keep her as close as possible. My hands stay firmly planted on her waist because if I start to move them I won't stop. Her lips feel soft and perfect against my own, I could stay here forever. I move my lips down her neck sucking just enough to leave a little bit of a bruise. Her head falls back and I make my way lower, to the top of her boobs.

She stands to her tippy toes making her whimper in the process when her nipples brush my bare chest. I pull my lips away, willing myself to not take this any further.

"Quinn?" her voice is barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," I raise my gaze to hers.

"Your dick is pressing against my thigh." she slides a hand down my chest and right over my shorts to my dick, making me let out a low groan

"You caused it." I tease.

"Want me to fix it," she moves her hand again.

I quickly grab her hand to stop her from giving me a hand job or anything else. "No," it's hard to say but I convince myself it is the right thing.

"You are either psycho or you have lots of patience." she huff crossing her arms over her chest. I glance down and am once again reminded she's wearing a bathing suit that covers nothing.

"Looks like you can't wear that out," I nod towards her chest.

She looks down and sees what I did, "you gave me hickeys," she rubs one of the slightly pink bruises with her finger trying to see if it will magically erase.

"Relax, they are only going to last a few hours, but you might want to change," I smirk, going back to making us breakfast.

I hear her storm away and the bedroom door slam shut. I finish up some pancakes for us when she comes back out.

"Is this better," she asks coming out of the room. This time she's wearing a tank top that covers the hickeys and a skirt that barely covers her ass.

"No," I grumble and push her a plate of pancakes.

She slides into a stool and starts shoving the pancakes into her mouth.

"Since I can't hang out at the beach anymore, let's go shopping," she says in between bites.

"Yeah, sure." my phone rings, my mom's name flashes across the screen.

I pick up the phone and walk out to the kitchen.

"Mom?"

"Quinn, how are you enjoying the beach?" her soft voice comes through the phone.

"It's the beach, you know."

A soft laugh comes from the other end, I really wonder how she put up with my dad sometimes. "Well, I just wanted to make sure you were alive, have fun."

"I'll try, love you," I say.

"Love you as well," she says and the call disconnects.

"Are you ready to go?" Lil's voice travels.

"Lemme get changed then we can leave." I find a shirt, different shorts and slide some shoes on.

"Let's go," she says.

We get into her car and she speeds off towards the closest mall.

We somehow get there in one piece, "please save your reckless driving for the oval track and not the road."

"Yeah, yeah." She waves me off and we walk into the mall.

"Where to first," I ask.

She shrugs her shoulders, "Whatever we find first."