Hitched (Licking Thicket – Horn of Glory #2) Read Online Lucy Lennox

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Licking Thicket - Horn of Glory Series by Lucy Lennox
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
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“Agree to disagree,” Marissa replied in a singsong voice. “It’s mooch anyway because Daddy prefers the pigs.”

“Moot,” Quinn murmured under his breath. “Moot.”

“It’s mooch because you live in the city,” Levi corrected. “And you’re not a goat farmer.”

“Rancher,” Quinn murmured. “For the love of the English language, people…”

“Whatcha making?” Marissa asked, moving over to the pot to inhale the fragrant steam.

“Pasta fag-ee-olee,” he said with a straight face. “It’s an old recipe that originated at an old-timey restaurant in Orlando, I believe.”

I closed my eyes and mouth to keep from snorting. When I opened them, Quinn winked at me.

The bloom of warmth in my chest stayed there all through dinner, and it wasn’t until hours later, when I’d waited for the house to go to sleep, that I realized my headache had disappeared. Hanging out with Quinn was easy, even when there was no sex involved—hell, even when my fucking ex was involved—and I had to admit that Levi and Marissa were easy to be around also. I almost felt bad about sneaking around behind their backs.

Almost.

But I had a job to do, and now that Vince had set his sights on Quinn, I needed to find where Levi had stashed Tommy’s Horn more than ever.

I crept way down the stairs to the finished basement. After two weeks of adding additional surveillance tech to the house and sneaking around the property at night, I’d determined the Horn had to be down here. None of the other buildings had the proper HVAC system to support a valuable electronics collection. It was too humid in Tennessee to store them in an outbuilding with no air-conditioning.

I was turning the corner to head back toward Tommy Drakes’s study when I heard a noise. I flattened myself against the wall and listened.

A low voice muttered a curse from the direction of the study. I took a few more steps as silently as I could before turning to peek through the doorway when a body bolted out of the study and slammed into me. We both tumbled to the ground in the carpeted hallway until I was flat on my back and the intruder lay on top of me.

“Fuck, shit.”

Before I recognized Quinn’s voice, my hands recognized the familiar feel of his body. The body that had been off-limits to me for two long weeks.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“You really need to squeeze my ass when you ask me that?” he hissed back.

“Helps me think,” I said, smiling big now that Quinn Taffet was back in my arms. “What are you doing down here?”

“What do you think? I’m looking for the Horn. Same as you.”

My smile dropped away, and my arms tightened around him involuntarily. “No. No way. Was I not clear earlier? You will not involve yourself in this. Do you understand?”

I could hear the eye roll in his voice even though it was too dark to see it. “Was I not clear earlier? You are not the boss of me. Also? I’m already involved, remember? Your boyfriend involved me.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I growled. I didn’t add, You are, but it was a near thing.

Quinn shifted on top of me, rubbing a hip across my dick and waking up all of my senses. I let out a little groan.

“Stop that,” he warned, rubbing his hip across me again on purpose. I squeezed my eyes closed. “We’re not having sex, remember?”

“Why?” I asked in an embarrassing whimper.

“Because apparently you want to win our little contest more than you want to fuck me.” Quinn sounded angry. I opened my eyes again but still couldn’t make out his facial expression.

“No. No fucking way. I have wanted to fuck you every single day since I met you. Do not pin the revirgination bullshit on me when it was your idea.” I may have snuck my hands under his shirt to feel his warm, bare skin.

“What?” Now he was the one who sounded squeaky. “You haven’t missed this at all. And you’ve been deliberately teasing me for two fucking weeks!”

“Teasing you?” I barked. “I’ve been stretching my ears for any sound of you through the wall at night while jacking off imagining your mouth around my cock. Are you telling me—?”

Quinn’s mouth slammed into mine in a desperate kiss. His urgency mirrored my own, and we grappled at each other’s clothes until we were naked and humping on the floor like wild animals.

I wasn’t sure if this was angry sex or something a little more cordial, but I honestly didn’t care. Either way, I needed to come with him, inside him, against him, on him, under him… any of the above.

“Suck my cock,” he said against my lips. “Want you. Need it. Please.”

I spun him around until my mouth was on him and my nose was pressed against his balls. A vague corner of my brain worried about where the Champ Security surveillance cameras were in this hallway, but I was too hungry for Quinn to do anything about it.


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