Iced Out (Leighton U #1)(101)

“I only signed on the condition he represented you too,” Quinn says, peeking over my shoulder at the document. “I know it might not help us get drafted to the same team or anything, but I thought at the very least…I don’t know…you’d still have that piece of your legacy intact.”

Closing the folder, I tuck it under my arm and stare at him. At this amazing, beautiful man who loves with every inch of himself.

Who loves me with every fiber of his being.

“Have I told you I love you today?”

He scrunches his face a little, making a show of thinking before answering with, “Maybe once or twice.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You two are going to be a pain in the ass, aren’t you?”

“Only Oakley,” Quinton chirps, a megawatt smile on his face. “I’m a reformed pain in the ass these days. No more fighting here. But this one here” —he motions to me— “has a rebellious streak for days.”

I give him an incredulous look. “You literally threatened to bash my skull in with a trophy twenty minutes ago.”

“Yeah, but the difference between us is I don’t act on the stupid shit I say.”

Oh, he’s definitely gonna be paying for that one later. And the glare I aim at him lets him know it too.

“And on that note, I’m heading home for the night.” Louis nods at the folder beneath my arm. “You know what to do with it. Just get it back to me when you can.”

We both offer a goodnight to Louis and a wave as he gets in his sedan to drive away.

The second we’re alone again, I turn on Quinn.

“You,” I say through gritted teeth, spinning him in a circle before setting him back on his feet, “are in so much fucking trouble.”

Planting my hands on either side of his face, I dive in for another kiss, ready to pick things up where we left off.

Too bad he breaks away far too soon, and I’m left trailing a path down his throat.

“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Mhmm. Sure are, you mouthy little fucker,” I murmur, kissing his throat again before returning to his lips.

God, I’d never stop kissing him, but for some unknown reason, he keeps pulling away from me. Yet another thing he’ll be paying for soon enough.

But when he pulls away this time, his devious grins lets me know his mind has gone in the same wonderfully filthy direction mine has.

“Care to show me just how much?”

Nodding, I meet his wicked grin with one of my own.

“Whose roommates are we keeping up tonight?”





Epilogue

Oakley

4 Months Later — August

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

I glance up to Quinton where he’s standing across from me, leaning against the handlebars of his Indian Scout. He looks sexy as ever in a white tee and jeans, the lines and patterns of his tattoos popping out from beneath the sleeves. It makes it hard to concentrate on what I’m doing.

Which is learning to drive the fucking motorcycle currently between my thighs.

It’s never been an item on my bucket list, but I still remember the day he mentioned teaching me to drive it after one of our countless hook-ups, and more importantly, the spark in Quinn’s eyes at the thought of teaching me about something he loves.

It’s a light I never want to see go out. Ever.

So when he mentioned going for a ride today in passing, I thought…what better time than the present? Except, now that I’m straddling the damn thing, anxiety has set in, and I’m starting to regret my line of thinking altogether.

Still, I swallow down my unease and give a firm nod. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

One dark brow arches, but he just nods toward the bike. “Then start her up.”

Doing as he says, I turn the ignition switch he showed me earlier to the right.

“Okay, now flip the switch on the right-hand grip. That engages the electrical system.” When I do, he nods again and places his right hand over my left and gives a gentle squeeze. “Perfect, now pull in the clutch and push the start button.”

My finger hovers over the start button on the right handle for a moment as I stare into his icy blue eyes, and he gives me an easy, reassuring smile.

“You got this, baby. Let her roar.”

The engine purrs to life beneath me a moment later, and in that moment, I understand why he loves this as much as he does. The thrill it shoots through me is unreal. Only pure power and adrenaline.

I look up from the bike to him grinning down at me.

“You getting on?”

A look of amusement on his ridiculously handsome face. “You want me to ride bitch on my own bike?”

Now it’s my turn to be amused. “As if you don’t love every chance you get to rub up against me from behind?”

His lips purse for a moment before he nods. “Maybe, but you’re not naked right now.” Another brief pause, and then, “Wait, is that something we can—”

“Absolutely not,” I say with a laugh, but I’d be lying if the thought didn’t sound semi-appealing…as long as it was off and the kickstand was down. Or maybe him bent over it…

Damn. Spending all this time with him must really be rubbing off on me.