Chapter 23

“Okay,” Quinn said, stunned. “Get out. Get. Out.”

“I say when I leave, and I’m not leaving till I get what I came for.”

He grabbed Quinn, who fought back with a fury that surprised them both.

“Oh, you want to play rough?” Mal said. “Baby, nothing gets me hotter.”

Finally, he pinned Quinn and his aching ribs to the carpet but instead of mounting him collapsed on top of him, sobbing, the salt of his tears mixing with that of their sweat.

“I wanted to win so bad, so bad,” Mal kept saying.

“I know. I know,” Quinn said softly. “It’s okay. Why don’t you let me turn over, and I can hold you.”

Mal slid off him and curved against Quinn, fondling his chest and then sucking one of his nipples as Quinn held him in his arms.

“Why are you so good to me,” Mal whimpered.

“I don’t know, maybe because others have been kind to me.”

“You won’t tell about our little game, will you? It’s just a game men play.”