Laura J. Quinnの小説

AbigailThe last hour and a half are all a hazy fog to me. I find myself back at Miami International Airport sitting at a gate waiting for our flight back to New York. Grayson must have led me by the hand because I don’t recall a single step of the path here.Time had stood still for the moment Yacine uttered the words, “I’m not your mother.”“Abby,” Grayson has squatted down before me speaking to me like I’m a mental patient. “I got us a private room to wait in, so you don’t have to deal with all this raucous on top of everything else.”I nod complacently. They’ll give us a direct call when it’s time for our flight to begin boarding. Grayson secures my carry-on on top of his and pulls them both along behind us. True to his word, he’s been here for me leading me through when I couldn’t see my way forward. But Grayson is an Obsidian Knight.Yacine’s bitter words ring out in my ears. “Those Obsidian Knights, don’t trust a single one of them. Especially not the handsome devils. They’re

GraysonWe touched down in Miami at 5:05 pm and not a moment too soon. I think the news about Abigail’s mother hit her pretty hard and when she ordered her second scotch, I discreetly finished it off for her so she wouldn’t be too inebriated while meeting her mother for the first time since she was a baby.We quickly make our way to ground transportation where our driver awaits us holding up a sign. We hop in the car, preferring to allow a native of the city to navigate the busy streets of Miami. I suggested we check into the hotel first to freshen up and to get a little coffee into Abigail to clear her head. The meeting will be difficult enough without the buzz of alcohol clouding things.I admit the whole situation surrounding Luther’s second marriage has piqued my curiosity. It was such a short-lived thing and with their child being sent off to boarding school it seemed a moot point not bearing any scrutiny.But Abigail has raised some rather intriguing questions. Why did Luther le

AbigailIt’s Tuesday morning, the first day I’ve awakened since Friday without Grayson Bennett in my bed. My mind is still reeling from this weekend, and my body has a pleasant ache one might have after running a marathon. Everything was so surreal, from Grayson showing up unannounced at my door to him admitting he had deep feelings for me and all the earth-shattering sex.Holy fuck! That man seriously rocked my world repeatedly in the bedroom, the shower, the living room, and the kitchen. The things he did with those hands, those fingers, his mouth…oh, the things he did with his tongue should be illegal it was so good. Don’t even get me started on the big, luscious cock of his. Jesus, I think it’ll be a whole week before I can walk straight again. Not surprisingly, you don’t become an Obsidian Knight without knowing how to use every inch of your mind and body for whatever purpose you require of it. Whether it be a cunning warrior, an erudite, or a superb lover.Suffice it to say, thi

GraysonAbigail’s eyes lock with mine, and it’s like I’ve been hit by a thunderbolt. Damn it! I’d hoped seeing her again would be a huge disappointment, that I’d see that I’d made far more of it in my head than it really was.But seeing her now, the way her eyes lit up at the sight of me and the way my breath caught in my throat, I know this is far more than I ever bargained for.“Grayson?” she says, standing there, hand clutched around the handle of a roll-away carry-on bag.“I’ve come at a bad time, I should’ve called first.”She follows my gaze. “Oh, no, it’s fine,” she says, pushing the bag out of the way like it’s suddenly a horrible nuisance. “It’s nothing that can’t wait.” “Aren’t you headed for the airport?” I ask, gesturing at her carry-on luggage. “I don’t want you to miss your flight.”She bats a hand at me. “I was early any—” she pauses, closing her eyes a second as if rethinking what she was going to say. She sighs, “I was on my way to see my mother, but she’s not expect

AbigailThe dreaded moment arrives, feeling like I'm plummeting to the ground in a busted airplane.Anguish mars Grayson's face, making me want to cry, knowing I caused it. He doesn't even know the worst yet."Grayson," my voice trembles, "I never meant to deceive you. I never expected to develop feelings for you.""Who are you?" he repeats, muscles coiled with tension.Words tumble out, "I was afraid to tell you, didn't know how you'd react. I never thought we'd become involved. I'm so sorry, but please believe me. I never meant to trick or deceive you."He steps forward threateningly, forcing me back. I nearly trip over a tree root before regaining balance. "Who the fuck are you? Just tell me!" he yells in my face."I'm Abigail…" I lower my gaze, unable to bear the baleful look in his angry green eyes. "Abigail Harrison.""Harrison," he growls, then goes quiet. I dare to lift my eyes. He scrutinizes my face, his twisting with pure, unadulterated hatred. "You're Luther Harrison's dau

GraysonWhat the fuck just happened? I’m literally shaking as I hold Lisa. It’s like my first time all over again, only a hundred times better. I’ve never been so in sync with anyone while making love. We moved as one organism, like a symbiotic relationship where we both fed off each other, giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure. It was more than a mere physical act – it was pure harmonic resonance of mind, body, and spirit.We’ve imprinted ourselves on each other. But am I being too presumptuous? Did she feel an inkling of what I did? Oh God, please tell me it wasn’t just me!As Lisa clings to me, I’m careful not to disturb the scratches on her back. I intentionally let her be on top – not my preference for the first time when I intend to establish my dominance – but I wanted Lisa to be comfortable and enjoy the experience.I knew we’d be good together, but damn!She is so unbelievably gorgeous, and she just rocked the hell out of my world.After we get out of this place, I

He gives me an empathetic smile. “It could be more complicated than that. The reasons could be multifaceted or more nuanced than you thought.”I nod pensively, taking it all in. Once again, I’m grateful Grayson is with me to help me navigate this quagmire.I slip my hand into his. “Thanks for being

I chuckle as I stare at Grayson sitting next to me in our first-class seats.“Do you really think anyone’s going to be fooled by the baseball cap and shades?”He grins. “You don’t know your dad’s not tailing you. He seems awfully curious about your plans this weekend.”“Luther was just pissed that I

I drop my head and groan my frustration into my glass of pinot noir.What if our last hours were all an illusion, and in his mind, it really was the final goodbye? My heart sinks like a stone at the thought. I know it can’t go on, but I’m not ready for it to be over. Please let us have one more week

“Leave this work for the others. You are meant for so much more. You’re a Harrison, for crying out loud.”“Other people like who?” I say, careful to keep my voice down. The whole office needn’t know how much of a pretentious snob my dad can be. “We’re short-staffed as it is. Very few attorneys are w

It’s Tuesday morning, the first day I’ve awakened since Friday without Grayson Bennett in my bed. My mind is still reeling from this weekend, and my body has a pleasant ache one might have after running a marathon. Everything was so surreal, from Grayson showing up unannounced at my door to him admi

Her shoulders slump. “So, you don’t think that I should go see her.”“I just wonder if it would do more harm than good.” I rub my hands over my face. “Kind of like me overstaying my welcome.” I turn to look at her. I can already see the sorrow in those lovely eyes. “I should go now.”Her brow furrow