Taking Turns (Turning #1)(97)

I just want something of my own for once.

And even thinking that makes me feel a little selfish. I have been given so much in this life. I do not deserve more. I really don’t. I shouldn’t even want Chella for myself. It’s breaks all my rules.

But... I do want her for myself. I wasn’t lying to her father last week. I want to own her. Keep her. Not like a house, though.

I try and work this out in my mind but it’s difficult to come to terms with. To justify.

It should make me feel good to give them the night we’ve been working towards.

It just… doesn’t.

I’m so f*cking afraid that we’ll get to the end of the game and I… I won’t want her anymore. What would I do then?

I can’t even picture myself in another game at this point.

I don’t know what I’ll do, but this—I look around the Club. This place has my life for a decade. It’s my home. Well, it was my home until I moved in with Chella.

I have spent almost all of my adult life getting by on the generosity of others. And I’m lucky because Bric and Quin are very generous with me. They give me whatever I want. So much, I never thinking about not having enough. I never wonder anymore if people will provide me with the things I need. It just… comes.

Don’t I owe Quin and Bric the same consideration? Don’t I owe them that much, at least? And shouldn’t I think this through a little more before I give up everything I’ve worked towards all these years?

Take Rochelle, for example. I never liked her much. I put up with her. I f*cked her plenty of times with Bric and Quin. But never alone. I didn’t like her alone. And I knew that pretty quick once we all got together.

What if my feelings for Chella change after tonight?

Yes, it’s better to know that up front, I decide.

So I down my drink, throw down some bills as a tip for the bartender, and go home to think about this alone.

Plan it out, I guess.

What I’ll do to her. What I’ll make her do.

And if this love isn’t real, I’ll know.

I’ll deal with tomorrow… tomorrow.

That’s what I always do, right?

There’s always tomorrow.





Chapter Thirty-Four - Quin




“Do you know where we’re going tonight?” I ask Chella. We’re up in her apartment and she’s walking towards me with her new jewelry, holding out the cuffs for me to help her put them on. I take one and wrap the thick band of diamonds around her wrist.

“Tell me,” she coos. She’s very excited.

I’m very excited too, but I’m a little bit worried about her enthusiasm. She should be more apprehensive than excited. “No, I’m asking you,” I say. “To guess.”

“Ummm…” She thinks for a moment as I finish up with the first cuff and she hands me the other one. “Bric’s apartment?”

“No,” I say, handling the second cuff and taking the collar. It’s heavy with diamonds and platinum. Smith is definitely not afraid to throw his money around when he feels like it’s necessary. I’ll give him that. “Lift your hair up and turn around.”

She does. And then she says, “Down to the basement?” But she knows that’s not happening.

“Absolutely not.” I laugh, fastening the collar tight around her throat.

“Then where?”

I lean into her neck and kiss her softly, making her body shudder and tremble. “Smith’s apartment,” I whisper. “Has he ever taken you up there?”

She melts into my chest, her body soft and pliable. God, this is going to be the best quad we’ve had. I don’t think we’ve ever had a girl we liked so much before. I know how this ends, but I like her. So I’m gonna enjoy every second of tonight. “No,” she says.

“He’s in charge tonight, Chella. I’m gonna tell you the rules—”

“Rules?” She spins around to face me. “What rules? When we’re all together there are no rules.”

“Well…” I smile at her. “That’s mostly true. But see… maybe you haven’t noticed, but we like to spring new things on you at the last minute. To keep it all interesting.”

She scowls at me. Pouts, really. Hands on hips, her lower lip slightly protruding. “What are they?”

“Number One,” I say. “Smith is in charge. If he tells you to do something, you do it.”

“No questions?” Chella asks, raising one eyebrow.

“None.”

“Good. I’m into that.”

I let my chuckle because I know it’s true. She is into this. So much more than any other girl we’ve ever had before. “Number Two,” I continue. “He can tell you not to do something.”

“Quin,” she says, frowning for real this time. “Please tell me he’s not going to stop me from having all of you.”

“God, you’re such a little slut!”

She laughs. “I’ve been telling you that for weeks. He won’t do that, will he?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so. He and Bric came to an understanding.”

“What kind of understanding?”

“Smith’s in charge. Usually Bric is in charge. But also that…” I hesitate. Bric called me a few hours ago, and we talked about Smith’s concerns. How he handled it. I wasn’t told not to say anything to Chella, but perhaps Bric just assumed?