Wicked Little Sins

Vinnie

Vinnie stroked Quinn's hair, admiring her smile. How quickly she lay in his arms. She didn't act like she was too good for him; in fact, she acted like there was no place she'd rather be. He shook his head, not believing those thoughts had even crossed his mind. Damn liquor, he thought.

"I think the sun is coming up," he warned her. She kept her eyes shut, and began stroking his arm.

"They won't be up for another hour or so, just a little longer," she said, hushing him.

Vinnie sighed, doing his best at pretending he wanted to be there. He'd gotten what he wanted and he was satisfied. Now he just wanted to take his drunken ass to bed and get some sleep and try to find a way to overlook the fact he'd boned Everly's kid sister. He'd have never done it if Everly hadn't given him the cold shoulder. Everly was enough for him. She knew how to get the job done. There had never been any reason to look for someone else. He felt a small pang of remorse as he pushed Quinn off of him. The washer rattled against his back as he stood up, completely naked. Quinn admired him from the floor, not in a hurry to dress herself. He picked her clothes up first, tossing them at her.

"You're so rude," she said under her breath, as she began to get dressed.

"There is a difference between rude and cautious," he said.

"Right," she said with a sigh. Judging by Vinnie's looks, he acted less than impressed with her sexual prowess. She'd felt used, but it didn't matter she told herself as she unlatched the laundry room door. She'd give him the silent treatment, proving he had no affect on her at all.

"Quinn," Vinnie called out, causing her to turn in his direction.

"A secret?" he asked, confusing her.

"What are you talking about, Vinnie?"

"What went on, it's between us right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

She stifled the rising anger towards him. Who the hell did he think he was?

"Of course," she said, stalking out of the laundry room. No matter how good a man was in bed he wasn't worth raving over. And she would never be that pathetic.

She made it to the hallway, just in time to meet up with Everly.

"What are you doing up so early?" Everly snarked. Quinn crossed her arms, gave a shrug, and headed up the stairs. She didn't mean to treat Everly like crap. She just happened to be there. It would serve Vinnie right if he was caught with his pants down—literally. She turned on the bedroom light as she opened the door and proceeded to let out a loud shriek.

"Hey babe," Jordan said, lying on her bed, his duffel bag on the floor.

She turned fast to hide her alarm, shutting her bedroom door.

"Hey there," she said, feeling a tad ill. He had sworn he would keep his word and leave her be, not do what he always did and be a good guy. He always wanted to save her, make her feel better. He always wanted to be her knight in shining armor. And that made it very hard to dislike him. He only grew on her more and more each time.

"Come here, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages, babe," he said, tapping the bed, beaming his delectable smile at her.

She gave in, climbing into bed with him. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a long slow kiss. His fingers trailed down her face like always, he was the most amazing kisser she'd ever met. Secretly, she was very happy to see him. He playfully slapped her on the backside, pulling her down on top of him. Quinn cautiously went along with it.

Jordan was beyond thrilled she hadn't freaked out he was there. He knew if he told her he changed his mind he never would have gotten there. There was no place he would rather be. He wasn't going to let her go through such a hard time all on her own. He knew how she felt about her family. She was closer to her LA friends than them. And as tough as she tried to appear on the outside, he knew her all too well. He knew she needed someone to show they were focusing on her. Quinn acted like a badass, but deep down she was a sweet, sensitive girl who wanted approval from everyone she cared about.