A man could only be so strong. If she kept looking at me like that, I was going to pounce and eat her pussy before fucking her so good, the only man she’d ever remember was me. I shifted on my feet when my erection pressed against my zipper to readjust it, but it was pointless. Everyone was going to see how fucking turned on I was, and I had no shame.
The doors opened, and Heaven tossed glitter in the air and confetti while Grayson blew on a whistle while Owen released balloons, and Sebastian tugged the rope that dropped a sign that said….
“Happy Retirement?” I asked.
“They didn’t have a welcome home sign,” Heaven answered. “Quinn, welcome home! I’ve missed seeing you.” He stole her from my arms and hugged her, and somehow, the guys ended up passing her around like that to give her a hug.
Every guy’s arms she was in, she laughed, and her flesh was the color of a tomato with all the blushing.
“How’s she doing?” Heaven asked me, but it was hard to take him seriously when he wore a ‘happy birthday’ hat. They must have really had no ‘welcome home’ supplies.
“Good, I think.” I scratched back of my head when I was more uncertain than ever. “Things are familiar to her, but she doesn’t remember me. She only remembers Brian.”
“Ouch. That sucks. Does she know he is here?”
“No, I want to keep it like that, Heaven. You got it? She knows about him and me and how she is engaged to me now. I told her I went to prison, but I’m innocent, and she believed me. She hasn’t asked about Brian since. I’m sure she will. I felt like we just took four steps backward, man.”
“It will be okay.” Heaven was as positive as ever. Sometimes his bright ray of fucking sunshine all the time really ticked me off. “We did that job without you, by the way.”
“Excuse me?” I crowded against him and shoved him against the wall. “You went on a heist without me? Is that what we do now?”
“Don’t make a scene,” Sebastian said between his teeth as he smiled. “Everyone is having a good time. She’s having fun with Owen, shocker. That will never happen again when she remembers what an ass he is.”
“I can’t believe you went on that job. That was why I didn’t hear from you fucks for three days? That’s why? You went behind my back?” I created this group. If it wasn’t for me, none of us would be together right now, and the fact that they went rogue really pissed me off.
“We didn’t want you to worry about it. You have other things on your plate. More important things. This job, it wasn’t even the best one we have been on. Remember, we didn’t even keep the money. Our little friend from prison is dead too. Owen took care of that.”
I was still pissed, but I understand why they did it. “Find another job. I want to be apart of it next time.” I inhaled through my nose and out through my mouth. “But I can understand why you did it.”
“We all like Quinn. We are scared for you, Jaxon. She’s a cool chick. Bad-fucking-ass too if you ask me. Not many women would be okay with everything that’s going on under this roof, but she was.”
“Not this Quinn. This Quinn doesn’t know about Brian or what we do yet.”
“I had a feeling she wouldn’t care. If she believed you about everything else, what makes you think she won’t believe you about Brian?” Sebastian made a great point, but there was a part of me that was still burned about how she turned her back on me all those years ago. She didn’t believe in me once, what was stopping her from doing it again?
“Jaxon! You must come do this. It’s so much fun.” I watched Owen punch a hole in a can for her and show her how to shotgun a beer.
“Hey, woah, no!” but it was too late; she was downing the beer like a sorority girl at a frat party. There was no stopping her. “She’s on medication, Owen!”
“One beer isn’t going to kill her.”
“Don’t,” I warned him. I didn’t want to hear the words ‘kill her’ for as long as I lived.
“I’m fine, Jaxon,” Quinn said as she somehow managed to push herself off the couch and wobble on her leg. “I’m capable of realizing when I need to stop. I’m a grown woman.”
I was not in the mood for this. “There is no arguing. No alcohol. End of story. Do you understand?”
She hobbled around the couch, using it for balance as she walked to the game room entrance. “Last time I checked, you were not in control of me. I controlled me. And the more you try, the more I will rebel.” She swayed, and Heaven hurried over to her to catch her, but she slapped his hands away. “I got it. Leave me alone. Except Owen. Owen is cool.”
“You can’t stand Owen, baby,” I said, exasperated.
“Well, I like him now!”
“Yeah, she likes me now,” Owen agreed, sounding a bit hurt that Quinn didn’t like him before. Owen was an asshole, and that was on a good day.
“Can we talk about this?”
“Oh, now you want to talk about its Jaxon?” Quinn lifted her chin and stepped through the door into the living room. “Forget it. You had your chance to talk, and instead, you made a decision for me.”
“Because I know what is best for you,” I said, taking a step closer, but she dragged her casted leg back and away from me.
“Only I know what is best for me. You’re being a controlling alpha A-hole right now. I need some time to myself.”
The words felt like spears stabbing my heart on repeat. It was just like when she got here and wanted time away from me, but we had spent ten years apart. That was enough time, in my opinion.
She started to wobble away, her cast sounding like a pirate’s peg leg every time it thudded against the floor, and Heaven was doing his best not to laugh. Sebastian reached out to help her, and she jabbed a finger in his chest with every word she spoke, “I. Got. It.”
“Okay, Quinn,” Sebastian met my gaze, and he was hiding a damn smug smirk because he knew she was testing my damn patience.
Quinn shut the doors behind her, and I listened to the bang of her leg get further away.
“Man, you’re in for a real treat with her. She’s feisty when she has no memories.”
Owen, Grayson, Sebastian, and I groaned at the same time at Heaven. “Shut up, Heaven.”
I was worried that if she never got her memory back, I’d be tested beyond measure. Sexually and mentally.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Quinn
I had no idea where I was going. I felt along the wall, and while everything was new, it somehow still felt the same. It felt like muscle memory. I followed where I thought I should go. My instincts pulled me forward. I ran my hands along the walls to help me, and by the time I got to the first door, I was exhausted. Sweat dripped down my face and stung my eyes. My good leg felt like jello, and all I wanted to do was lay down.
I did not need help. I wasn’t a woman who needed a man to be her savior. I leaned against a door and took a few deep breaths and twisted the knob. Thankfully, it was open, and when I peered inside the room to see a large bed with a view of the ocean, a flash of a memory invaded my mind. It was hard to hold onto, but the memory was gone as soon as it came. Had it been real? I had been in here before. I only knew that because it felt familiar. I hobbled inside, and there was a step down onto the floor where the bed laid. I flopped on it onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, watching the clouds move through the skylight.
While Jaxon felt like an intricate part of my soul, there was something he wasn’t telling me. I just wished I could heal already and remember just what the hell was going on in my life and how I got to the Cliff House. It all seemed too good to be true, and that always meant something bad lingered in the shadows, just waiting to pounce.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on remembering, flipping through the blurry pages in my mind, but nothing was sticking out. I let out a huff of annoyance when everything came up blank. There was Brian though. I remembered him. Maybe I could ask him what was going on? I didn’t want to talk to him. Brian wasn’t a good man. I had fallen for i
t once, but I refused to fall for it again. The love for Jaxon outweighed the curiosity I felt when it came to Brian. I knew I wouldn’t ever let it go, but I’d find out the truth eventually.
Right now, I just wanted to sleep.
“I’m sorry.”
Jaxon’s whiskey-ridden voice had me opening my eyes and propping myself up on my elbows. He leaned against the wall, feet crossed and hands in his pockets as he gazed at me from across the room.
“I’m worried about you. Seeing you fall like that scared the hell out of me. I thought you were dead. I won’t apologize for worrying about you, but I will apologize for making decisions for you. I should have known better.”
“It’s okay,” I said on a whoosh of air. I felt bad for snapping now. Of course, he was scared. He watched me tumble to my almost death. I needed to be more patient. “I’m sorry for being bitchy. I’m tired. And I think I’m hungry,” I mumbled, throwing my arm over my eyes.
“You’re always hungry,” he said, and his voice was getting closer now.
The closer he got, the more my body warmed, and the more I wanted his touch. There wasn’t much we could do right now, considering I was all banged up, but I really wanted to know what it was like to kiss him.
Maybe it would help with the memories.
He crawled onto the bed beside me and held his head up with his hand as he laid his elbow on the mattress. I turned my head to look at him, and I lifted my good hand to rub my fingers through his beard. He closed his eyes, relishing in the simple touch.
“I love your hands on me,” he said, scooting closer to my side until our bodies touched.
“Will you kiss me?” I asked out of nowhere, and his onyx eyes snapped open, his pupils constricting into small points. “I know we have before—”
“—I was your first kiss, Quinn. I’m going to be your last too. You never have to ask for me to kiss you. It’s the one thing I always want to do.”
I had no time to think about him being my first kiss because he laid his wide hand on my jaw, his palm covering half of my throat as his thumb swiped along my jawline. He knew how I liked to be touched. That time, it was my turn to shut my eyes and soak in the attention. It was cruel that my memory turned against me, and all I had to give in to the temptation was what my heart told me to do.
Beautifully, unnecessarily, undoubtedly, cruel.
His lips were on mine an instant later, pressing softly against my mouth with a delicate tenderness I didn’t think Jaxon could possess. He exhaled between my lips and the soft tip of his tongue teased mine. He was silk, and I was a customer of appreciation when it came to how exquisite he felt.
His beard scratched my chin and around my lips. The course hairs would rub me raw eventually, but I didn’t care. I wanted all the good, and all the bad Jaxon could give. Something told me he was the best of both worlds and wanted to slide into the in between he balanced himself on.
Jaxon rolled on top of me, spread my legs apart and settled between them, careful not to hurt my injured leg further. He kept most of his weight balanced on his forearms, and when my fingers scratched down his back, he growled, the vibrations tickling the inside of my chest.
I felt his length pressing against my pussy. I wanted him. I was tired, sore, and I could use another pain pill, but I wanted Jaxon to make me high naturally. I rutted against him, and the flared head of his cock press the sensitive button between my legs that made me cry out his name, “Jaxon.” My good hand roamed the plains of his back, the strong cords of muscle, and the grooves of his shoulders. I squeezed the round muscle of his ass and pulled him tighter against me, and his thick shaft slid over the nerves that brought me closer to the high a drug gave.
“I want you.” I broke away from the kiss and tried to pull his shirt free, but he stopped me. He continued to rock his cock against me. I was thankful for the thin material of the joggers because I knew he could feel the warmth and wetness between my legs easily.
“I want you too,” he said, his faced pained as he battled with himself to take me or not. “But you need to rest. Having sex right now might hurt you more—”
“We will be careful,” I said, running my fingers up his spine until I dug them into his hair. “I really want you, and I know you’re used to me—”
“Used to you?” He kissed me again, teasing me by circling his lips over mine. “I could never be used to you. You get better every time,” he whispered, thrusting against me again. He felt big. “You really need to rest. I nearly lost you three days ago. You have to be in pain.”
“The only pain I feel is the one between my legs, and it is a pain that you’re causing. My question is, what are you going to do about it?” I challenged him; something tells me that he was a man that loved a good challenge. I ripped off my v-beck shirt, then reached in front of my bra to unclasp it. The material released my tits, and his eyes hooded when he saw my perk nipples, begging for his attention.
“Quinn.” My name was a mix between pain and pleasure as he reached up and plucked my elongated nipple. “I shouldn’t.” He shook his head, so I did the next best thing. I pulled my joggers down as far as they could go along with my panties, hoping it would be enough to send him over the edge.
His nostrils flared as if he could smell me. “You don’t play fair.”
“If I played fair against you, I had a feeling I’d never win.” I nipped his chin, and with a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, he pushed off me and shucked off his shirt.
Holy. Shit.
His body was a work of heart. Tattoos everywhere, a cut path on either side of his hips, and his abs were so pronounced; I had no doubt that I could wash my damn clothes against him. His belt came next, the tantalizing grind of his zipper fell, and then he tugged his pants off. He was going commando, and his cock was big.
Bigger.
He stood thick from a trimmed black bush. The tip was red and angry, and he wrapped his hand around his shaft and gave it a few strokes.
I hit the damn jackpot.
“If it hurts, you tell me. We stop. Do you understand?” he grabbed the leg that had the white cast on it and placed it on his shoulder. “Does that hurt?”
I shook my head, watching him with the same intensity as he watched me. Butterflies flapped their wings in my stomach when he guided his cock through my sheath. My pink folds wrapped around him, pulling him against me in a tight hug as he used me to wet himself.
The slickness of us gliding together was music to my ears. He rubbed himself over my clit, and the sparks were too much for me to handle. I never remembered having an orgasm before, and for some reason, I was extra sensitive. My toes curled, and I tossed my head back, moaning as the orgasm electrified my body.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” he said with amazement, letting my cream slather his cock as it pulsed out of me.
“Never had an orgasm before.” I kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples as my orgasm started coming to an end. I wanted it to go on forever. “I mean, I know I have,” I corrected myself. “But—”
“I know, baby,” he said, falling over to steal my lips. “And I’m glad to be your first all over again.”
I swallowed when he was seated at my entrance and pushed in slowly. It didn’t hurt, but he stretched me until it stole my breath and filled me in ways I knew no one else could. He lifted, wrapped his arms around my leg that was on his shoulder, and leaned his head against my cast.
“I love you,” he said, pulling his hips back only to push in again. It was slow, an erotic build up on pleasure that had me sinking further into a sex-induced high. Who needed drugs when I had Jaxon?
“I love you too.” I might not remember anything right now, but my heart remembered enough for the both of us.
He laid his hand over my heart as he made love to me. He was slow, careful not to thrust too hard. He was afraid I’d feel pain, but the only thing I felt was an immense amount of pleasure. His abs tensed with every stroke, and my eyes were glued to the area where we
were joined. The base of his girth was all I could see, and my eyes rolled back, knowing that beautiful cock was inside me.
“Jaxon,” his name was a warning, and my hand slapped against his chest when I felt another orgasm building. “Oh, god. Jaxon. I’m going to come.”
“Do it, Quinn. Come for the only man that has ever been able to make you come.”
Pathetic noises escaped me; I couldn’t stop how loud I was being. With every slap of his orbs against my ass, his cock spearing me, and my clit rubbing against his pelvis, I didn’t stand a chance. “Jaxon.” His name was the final straw. My muscles clenched, and I milked his cock, trying to bring him deeper.
I wanted him to live inside me to the point where I had no idea where I began and where he ended. He was a visceral part of my survival, the way a heart needed blood to beat. All I needed was that feeling to tell me whatever mistakes I had made in the past; I wouldn’t be making them again. I trusted him. Us. And this love that has lasted through time.
“Quinn. Quinn. Quinn,” he chanted my name and buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he released his hot seed.
My eyes hooded, and I didn’t have time to say another word to Jaxon as my eyes closed and I fell into an abyss, but inside that darkness, there was a face that wasn’t blurred. Someone I knew, someone I loved.
Jaxon was there, keeping me company while my mind was lost.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jaxon
Something woke me up from a deep sleep. I blinked my eyes open and gave them time to adjust. The room was encompassed in black, but something felt… wrong. I glanced down to see Quinn snuggled against me. Her blonde hair tickled my chest along with every breath she puffed. Her casted wrist reminded me of how lucky I was not to lose her. I bent down and placed a kiss on the hard-white plaster, and she rolled away.
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