“Get laid!”
She clicked the end call button and killed the engine. Quin was standing in the doorway of the house waiting for her when she got out.
“What took you so long?” He hadn’t changed from his uniform gym t-shirt and shorts. Despite the completely lazy attire, it was all of that barely contained strength, the fine line of control he rode when they were together she focused on.
“Got held up at the shop.” Damn Shin had dropped in and she’d had to spend a few minutes getting rid of him. “Did you get the pizza?”
“Of course. I had to bribe you with something.”
Her footsteps echoed on the wooden planks. She was feeling…predatory. As if she wanted to hunt something, and she had her sights set on six and a half feet of man. He had one shoulder against the doorjamb, his right arm crossed over his chest, and he was looking at her with lust in his eyes.
She put a hand against his pectoral and, just like a guy, he flexed into her palm.
“Where’s the pizza?”
“I stuck it in the oven to keep it warm while I waited on you.”
She pushed him back into the house, following him across the threshold. “Good, it’ll keep for a little while, won’t it?”
He pushed the door too hard and it slammed shut. “Depends. What did you have in mind?”
She leaned in close. “I want you to go upstairs, get naked and lie on the bed.”
“And what are you going to do?” His cupped her elbows, but didn’t take over.
“I’m going to see what progress you’ve made downstairs, and if I think you’ve done a good job, I’m going to come upstairs, undress and treat you to a blowjob, then sex.”
He shifted from foot to foot, his erection brushing against her stomach. “You’re very persuasive.”
She pushed him back, avoiding his lips. “Are you going upstairs?”
Quin grinned and took a step back. “You need a whip.”
“You don’t want to give me ideas.” She planted her fists on her hips and waited.
Quin backed away until he was almost at the stairs. He paused, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. Her gaze roved greedily over his flesh, appreciating the kind of dedication and work it took to keep a body in fighting shape.
“Don’t make me come get you,” he threatened.
He climbed the stairs with a bounce in his step, as he should. She didn’t care if he’d done any work on the house, but she needed something, some form of control when nothing was going right.
Her hand was on the banister the moment Quin’s ass disappeared from view. She wanted to jump his bones now, but drawing it out would be better. Still, she barely managed to make a quick tour of the first floor. She didn’t even make it back to the front stairs, choosing instead to try the side stairs she’d glimpsed during her tour. Unlike the front stairs, these were covered in new carpet. None of the boards squeaked or gave away her position in the house.
As she climbed the stairs, she tabbed her shorts open and pulled her shirt off. The stairs let out adjacent to the secondary entrance to the master bath. She stepped into the bathroom and shimmied out of her clothes.
She tiptoed to the door leading to the bedroom and peered around it. Quin sat in the middle of the bed, comforter and sheets pushed down to the footboard. He had a box in hand and was ripping it open. He tossed the pieces of cardboard onto the nightstand and carefully placed the—aha—box of condoms within easy reach. That completed, he reclined with his arms crossed under his head.
Kellie wasn’t given to acts of dominance, and she could not abide submissive men in a relationship. But there was something about having an extreme alpha type willingly do as she asked that made her giddy.
She bit her lip and pulled the door open. It squeaked on its hinges, ruining the surprise of appearing at the bedside, but the expression on Quin’s face when his head whipped around to look at her was more than worth it.
He sat up and patted the mattress. “Damn, it’s been too long since I saw you naked. Come here.”
Since she was feeling magnanimous, she sauntered to the bedside and paused. He was all muscle, with little to no fat on him, all hardness and power. The memory of that strength focused on her pleasure had her nipples tightening. His cock was hard, lying erect against his stomach.
His hand shot out and he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her onto the bed. She yelped as she hit the mattress, her head landing on his chest.
“I said come here,” he growled all low and sultry.
She pushed up and glared at him, but the heat in her gaze was all lust. Quin followed her, tangled a hand in her hair and kissed her. His stubble rasped against her chin and cheek as he guided her head to tilt at the perfect angle. His other hand palmed her breast, lifting its heavy weight and pinching the nipple between his fingers.
“I’m not finished,” she protested.
Fire burned through her veins. Liquid want. She pushed him back to the mattress. He went down to his elbows, still watching her.
Watching was fine.
She leaned down and nuzzled the full testicles resting against his thighs. The muscles in his legs shuddered and he crossed his ankles.
“I’ve barely touched you.”
“I know,” he groaned.
She ran her thumb along the thick vein stretching the length of his penis.
“Fuck this. Come here.” Quin grabbed her leg and pulled her across the sheets.
“What are you—?”
“Straddle my face.”
She blinked at him. Did he mean what she thought he meant?
“Kellie.” His hold on her leg tightened.
She lifted her leg, and that was all the permission he needed. He hauled her over his chest, her knees bracketing his head. She grabbed handfuls of the sheet on either side of his hips and looked over her shoulder.
Quin had one arm circling her thigh, the other she felt brushing her bent leg. His gaze was focused on her. Their eyes locked and she watched his face and felt his fingers spreading her nether lips apart. Cool air kissed skin and she shivered. His eyes took on an evil glint and the next thing she felt was the lap of his tongue covering the length of her slit.
Her back arched and she panted as sensations lit up her nerve endings. She turned back to his neglected cock and licked it, root to tip. He tossed his legs out spread-eagle and speared her with his tongue. Her thighs clenched around his head and her hips moved against him.
Technique was beyond her. She fisted his cock and went down on him as far as she could, rubbing and massaging the velvety skin with her tongue and hands. As the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, Quin sucked on her clit and drove his fingers into her pussy. She moaned and tried to move, but he’d locked his arm around her.
Her head jerked up and down without finesse as the pressure continued. Her toes curled and knees tightened on either side of Quin’s head and she came, hard and sudden.
Kellie let him slip from her lips so she could gasp for much-needed air. Quin stroked her sides, back and thighs.
“Scoot down a little,” he said.
“Huh?” She levered up and glanced over her shoulders.
Quin arranged her legs on either side of his torso and reached for a condom, which he handed her.
“Just go with it, please?”
What man said “please” during sex? Caught off guard, she nodded and took the condom, sitting on his stomach to roll the latex over his stiff flesh. Instead of satisfying her, the orgasm had only made her want more. The fire in her veins hadn’t cooled, she needed everything he’d give her, and if that included some funky pretzel sex, so be it.
“What next?” she asked.
“Sit on my cock.”
“Sit on it? That’s not going to do much good.”
He smacked her ass barely hard enough to make it sting. “You know what I mean.”
She chuckled and rose to her knees, scooting down until she straddled his hips. He grasped
his cock and held it. She gripped his thigh to steady herself and lowered. He slid into her slick channel, the feel of his thick fingers brushing her folds only increasing the sensation rocketing through her.
“Mm, what now?” She couldn’t help rolling her hips with his thick length inside her, touching her nerve endings and stoking her desire.
Quin’s breathing was labored. His hands smoothed over her hips and splayed across her ass. “Lean forward.”
That would put her upper body between his legs, her legs spread on either side of his waist, and how exactly was this supposed to work?
“Are you serious?” She chuckled, unable to help herself.
“Come on, just try it.”
She rolled her eyes and leaned forward on her elbows, her legs spread wide. His hands plumped her ass and caressed her folds stretched around him. He applied a little pressure and she rocked forward on her elbows. The angle was foreign and new. Her jaw dropped as Quin guided her back.
“OhMyGod.” Her breath whooshed out.
“Fuck yes.”
“Ho-kay.”
She tossed her hair and peered over her shoulder. Quin was staring in open-eyed wonder at her ass, of all things. She moved her hips in a vertical circle and watched the pleasure ripple over his face, the way his eyes narrowed and his jaw went slack.
He pushed her hips again and she complied, sliding forward and back. Her head dropped down, too heavy to hold up. His grip tightened, muscling her into moving faster. With each thrust he bumped and rubbed her G-spot. Her breasts whispered over the sheets, her nipples tight peaks.
“Mm, god, your ass is beautiful.”
She chuckled and arched her back, changing the angle slightly. She moaned as bursts of colors blossomed behind her eyes.
“Quin,” she gasped.
“Yeah, it’s good. Keep going. Almost there.”
“I’m there,” she warned, the second before her muscles spasmed, hugging him deep within her body.
Her body went lax, but he still continued to move her in short, jagged thrusts. Her oversensitized nerve endings sparked sensation from her toes to her fingertips and everywhere between. Quin shouted and his knees tried to lift off the bed, but were held down by their interlocked bodies. His orgasm twitched the muscles buried deep within her, rubbing in just the right spot to send a ripple of post-orgasmic bliss rocketing through her.
She flopped on her stomach, unwilling to move.
“Come up here,” he said, directing her leg over his body and pulling on her arm until she sat up. He chuckled.
She crawled up the bed to lie next to him on her side, eyes closed and a hand tucked under her cheek. She listened to Quin’s feet hit the floor and his shuffled steps to the bathroom and back. He brought the sheet up to cover them and threw his arm over her waist.
“Where the hell did you come up with that?” she mumbled.
He laughed and had the decency to look a little sheepish. “I saw it in this porno—”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Hey, it’s not like I saw it yesterday. It was a long time ago and I always thought that position was hot. There’s just not, ah, a lot of women athletic or adventurous enough to try it.”
She propped herself up with an elbow and tucked the sheet around her. “Any other fantasies I should know about?”
He wound a strand of her hair around his finger and tugged. “You. A lot of you.”
Warmth spread across her cheeks. She was blushing about post-sex talk?
“You know what my fantasy is?”
“Hit me with it. Does it include whips and chains?”
“Ha! No. It includes you and pizza.”
Quin laughed and buzzed her forehead with a kiss. “All right, I’ll get the pizza. Want a beer or water?”
“Beer would be nice.”
He slid out of bed and grabbed a pair of shorts before heading downstairs.
She rolled on her back and stared up at the ceiling, a hand splaying over her chest. She cared about him. It was an uncomfortable feeling unfurling within her chest. Even if they didn’t work out, Quin was a good guy. The kind of good she’d trust her family’s legacy to.
Chapter Eleven
Samurai—This element of traditional tattooing is rooted in the Japanese social class of the samurai. At its core, the samurai represents strength, courage, honor and justice of the highest ideal. Other elements ascribed to these tattoos are self-discipline, frugality, self-sacrifice and nobility.
Quin bounded up the stairs with the pizza and two beers. He paused in the doorway to the bedroom to admire Kellie. She sat up against the headboard, one knee tenting the sheet that pooled around her waist. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, hinting at the bare breasts underneath the silken locks. Rays from the setting sun bathed her in a warm glow. She had her phone out and chewed on a fingernail.
She was beautiful, sexual and wild.
He cleared his throat and proceeded to the bed. “Hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving.” She tossed the phone down on the bed and turned her attention to him.
He’d never seen this relaxed, easy side of her. They’d fought, screwed, yelled and blown off steam, but they hadn’t hung out. Even the impromptu lunch had been about relieving stress.
“Hope you like Shiner.” He handed the bottle to her before setting the pizza box on the bed and mirroring her pose.
“Did you bring any napkins or anything?” She flipped the lid open.
“Uh, no.”
She shook her head and chuckled. “Such a guy.”
“I can go get some plates.” He gestured to the half-and-half pizza. “I didn’t know what you liked, or if you didn’t eat something.”
Kellie snorted and selected a piece of pepperoni pizza. “Please, I’m second-generation American. Pizza is my native cuisine.”
He pulled out one of the bigger slices of cheese pizza, folded it in half and took a bite. It was warm, on the verge of being too hot.
“So.” Kellie turned toward him, a half-eaten piece of pizza in her hand. “Porno sex?”
Heat rose from his cheeks, so sudden his eyes were prickling with moisture.
“Oh my god, you’re blushing!” She threw her head back and laughed. Her breasts jiggled, which only made it worse.
“I’m sorry, okay.” He chuckled nervously.
“Oh, by all means, please tell me your secret sex fantasies.”
“I don’t know what to say. Did I do something wrong?”
“What? No. Please, guys ask me all the time if I’m a porn star.” She took a dainty bite of food.
Humor evaporated, the pizza in his mouth tasted of dirt. “What?”
She glanced at him. “Quin, I’m a five-foot-nine Asian chick with double-D boobs. If you dare say you haven’t thought about me and porn in the same thought, I’d be shocked.”
Quin stared at her, rolling her words around in his head. Kellie was attractive, exotic and yes, her curves were more exaggerated than an average woman’s. But he didn’t want her to be a porn star, even if it was just with him. She deserved to be treated with respect, if he didn’t she’d kick his ass.
“What’s with the sour face?”
“I don’t like anyone thinking of you like that. Doesn’t it piss you off?” And wasn’t he guilty too?
“No. I can’t help that this was how I was born. It has its uses. I’m as guilty as the next girl of using her looks to get what she wants. It’s good economics. Does it make me a bad person? Maybe.”
He couldn’t see Kellie putting on a sweet face and buttering up some naïve guy to get what she wanted. But a schmuck at a bar who looked at her and saw a walking advertisement for sex? They got what was coming to them.
“Are you not speaking to me now?” Kellie selected a piece of cheese pizza and took a bite.
“Thinking.” He reached for his bottle and took a long pull. “Do you want to go see a movie?”
Her chewing slowed. “Can’t.”
The words to ask her why were on his lips. But they’d agreed not to pressure each other for more than they could spare. It sucked balls to honor that agreement, but he would show her he could.
“Are you busy tomorrow?” she asked after a moment.
“I am until six. We’re getting ready for the match on Sunday. You should come if the shop isn’t busy.”
“Sunday’s are hit or miss. Wait, shit.” Kellie reached for her phone and tapped a few buttons. “Carly’s going home Saturday.”
“Carly, that’s the girl who got hurt, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“How’s she doing?”
“Better, but not so great. She’s in a wheelchair. They’re going to do physical therapy, but who knows? Pandora and Brian are more in the loop than I am. I think Brian’s going to work with her. He’s been there after all.”
“Brian.” He rolled the name around in his head. “Have I met him?”
“I don’t think so. He’s Pandora’s boyfriend, used to be in a band called Sucker Punch Sunday.”
“Yeah, I used to listen to them. Damn, he’s the one that lived through that crash, isn’t he?”
“The same. I’m done.” Kellie scooted down to lie on her side and pulled the sheet up under her arms.
He flipped the lid closed and put the box on the ground. Part of him wanted to seduce her into staying through the night. He liked the feel of a woman’s body against his when he slept, the way she fit against him.
“Are you going to take a nap before you leave?” He pushed her hair off her face.
The corner of her mouth turned up in profile. “Five more minutes.”
He chuckled and scooted close enough he could drape an arm around her waist. She leaned against his chest, her breath skating over his skin.
“You haven’t even asked me to stay longer. I’m going to get a complex and think you don’t like me.”
“I said I wouldn’t and I’m sticking to it. Doesn’t mean I want you to leave. If you stayed…” He sucked on her earlobe, swirling his tongue around the bit of flesh. “I’d make it worth your while.”
Kellie chuckled and slapped his chest. “That’s more like it.”
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