Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 1081 - Bab 1090

Had Quinn suffered a crisis of faith in his skills as a lover? Was that somehow her fault?You’ve been so focused on the results of sex—creating a baby—you’ve forgotten the best part of sex is creating lifelong intimacy with the person you trust above all others.Libby gazed at him. When had their marriage become only about what she wanted and needed? What about Quinn’s wants and needs?“Lib? Darlin’, what’s wrong?”She swallowed the lump of guilt stuck in her throat. Quinn deserved better than the little he’d been getting from her. Sobering, to consider she had just as much changing to do as she’d expected from him—maybe more. Those changes wouldn’t happen overnight for either of them, but she’d do her part, starting right now.“Nothing is wrong.” Libby’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ve missed you. Being with you like this.Whenever you put your mouth on me I can’t think of anything else but how great you make me feel.”Quinn’s eyes shone with male pride. He slapped his palms on th

How much weight had Libby given to Jilly’s suggestions regarding fertility issues? A lot. After all, with four pregnancies under her belt, Jilly was an expert. She just wanted to help. Why had Libby confided her fears to her sister instead of her husband? God. She’d been such an idiot on so many levels.“Libby?”She couldn’t face him when she blurted, “I spent years feeling like a failure as a woman because I couldn’t pop out a little McKay.”“It ain’t like the McKay name is gonna die out with the way my cousins are reproducing like rabbits.”“True. But I was constantly fielding questions from relatives about when you and I were going to start a family since we’ve been married a while. If I hedged, then they asked if we were having marriage problems or reproductive issues. It was a stick poking an open wound you didn’t even know I had.”Libby felt him wince.“I’m so damn sorry. To be honest, it hurt that you wanted a kid more than you wanted me. Part of the reason I refused the fertil

Dragging openmouthed kisses to his ear, she whispered, “Help me slide these down so I can touch you bare.”Immediately, Quinn gripped the back of the seat with his right hand and lifted his hips.Libby hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled the sweatpants down to his knees. She curled her hand around the girth of his cock and squeezed.He hissed. Loudly.Hmmm. What other noises could she elicit from her normally silent cowboy?Still kissing his neck, she played with his cock. Feathering touches from tip to root, circling her thumb through the pre-come to tease the sweet spot below the head.After giving his jawline one last nip, she lowered her face into his lap and replaced her hand with her mouth.“Sweet Jesus, woman, what are you doin’?”Libby scooted back slightly for a better angle and cranked her head around. “If you don’t know I must be doing it wrong. You want me to stop?”“No!”“Thought you might say that.”“It’s just, I never thought you’d…” He looked down at her. “Y

“She’s your mother.”“So?”“So, if I would’ve said, ‘Quinn, your mama’s been demanding answers on why I’m not pregnant yet’, we both know you would have brushed it off. If I had complained every damn time she did it, you would’ve thought I was being overly sensitive and brushed it off too.”Guilt flashed across his face.“It wasn’t bad at first. But as the years wore on, her comments became a little sharper. I didn’t want to cause family problems or make waves so I didn’t tell you.”“Dammit, Libby, I didn’t know. I’m sorry. So damn sorry.”“You can’t control her. I’ll admit I was jealous when your cousins started having babies. It embarrassed me at McKay functions hearing your mother complaining to the other women in the family that she didn’t have a grandchild to spoil yet.”“And yet, she never said a fucking word to me. Sayin’ sorry doesn’t seem like enough. No wonder you resented me. No wonder you wanted to rid yourself of me and this overbearing family.”“Your mother didn’t cause

Late Thursday morning, Quinn was wrenching on an old tractor outside the barn when a Crook County sheriff’s car pulled up. He wiped his hands on a rag and squinted at the familiar driver.His cousin, Cam McKay, had signed on as a deputy after his return from Iraq. The door opened and all six-foot-five inches of Cam unfolded from the vehicle.“Mornin’,” Quinn said.“Mornin’, Q,” Cam replied, slamming the door.Cam’s limp was noticeable as he ambled over. Quinn focused his attention on Cam’s face rather than his disability. “Out makin’ the rounds today, Deputy McKay?”“I wish. Is Libby around?”“Nah. She’s at a conference in Cheyenne all week.”“That explains it.”“Explains what?”“This.” Cam held up an envelope. “Why I’m serving you with papers from Ginger Paulson, Attorney-at-Law.”Quinn’s stomach pitched. “You’re shittin’ me.”“Nope. Sorry.” Cam passed over the envelope. “This part of my job sucks worse than dodging bullets.”“When did you get this?” Quinn asked as he ripped the flap