Intimate Persuasions

by Nicole Morgan

  “Quinn, follow me.” She walked out of the living room and back to the bedroom. She waited for him to join her before she said anymore. When he was standing in the doorway she continued, “How can you expect me to believe that this doesn’t matter.”

  Damn it. He would not lose her to his sexual appetites. He would give up anything to be with her, except for making love to her. That was a deal breaker. Because he needed her just as much as he needed air, water and food.

  “It doesn’t matter. Look maybe we should sit down and talk about things.”

  Ann didn’t like the seriousness of his tone. She had found the proof of his darkest desires, and now he wanted to talk. Was he going to end things with her? “I don’t want to talk about things. I just want you to tell me the truth about what you want.”

  “I want you.” He flung the video, which was still in his hand and threw it on top of the pile on the floor. Quinn pulled her close to his body and kissed her. He put everything he had into it. He didn’t want there to be any room left for doubt. He fisted his hand in the back of her hair and used his other to cup her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he could feel her nipple harden with his slightest touch.

  Ann whimpered with instant need for him. She was already confused, worried and aroused all at the same time from what she had seen on that video, but his touch was sending her over the edge. She wanted him. Now. But more than that, she wanted him in her future. She pulled away from him.

  “Quinn, no. Stop.” She insisted.

  “What? No…baby, listen to me okay?” He took her hand and molded it against his erection. “Can’t you see how much I need you? That’s what only you can do to me. Not those other things. Just you, babe.” He kissed her again, using every trick he had learned during their time together on how to turn her into a puddle of aching need.

  “Quinn, it’s important to me, I need you to tell me. Why do you have those things?” He was doing that thing with his tongue again. He slid it along her neck and across to her shoulder, burning her skin with his skillful attention, while he drove her wild with passion.

  “Those things don’t matter, honey. Please, let me have you.” He wasn’t really asking for permission, because he was already pulling down her shorts. When he slid his hand into her panties he actually gasped in shock. He looked at her with shock on his face. “Annie?” He looked at her.

  She licked her lips nervously. She knew what had shocked him. She was always wet and ready for Quinn, but that video had literally almost made her come. She was completely drenched. “Quinn, I…”

  “God, baby. Do you know how wet you are?” His desire was written all over his face, as he plunged two fingers inside of her. His eyes leered at her as he watched the pleasure wash over her face at the invasion.

  “Quinn…mmm…yes…” Somehow, she wasn’t sure how, but she remembered what her main priority was. She pulled away from him and stepped back. “No!” She was breathless, but she remained firm, “Quinn, I need you to tell me why you have those things.”

  What was going on with her? She had never pushed him away before just so they could talk. Her little discovery was freaking her out more than he realized. He had to prove to her that she mattered more to him than any kink ever could. He ignored her protests as he walked towards her. He grabbed onto her and flung her around.

  Ann was startled by his roughness and more than a little excited by it. She felt him grind his hardness against her bottom. It suddenly felt so good. The intimate contact of the two body parts rubbing up against one another. Why won’t he talk to me about it? She worried herself with the question as she heard Quinn’s zipper slide. She instinctively arched her body into his when she felt him push her forward, forcing her to break a potential fall by dropping her hands to the small dresser. Her panties were being dragged down her legs while she spread her legs to accept him. He had only taken her from behind once before and it had felt good. But she had been nervous. Not now though, now she wanted and needed the feel of him taking her from behind.

  As if he was listening to her thoughts, Quinn slammed into her. He had never taken her so quickly before. He instantly hit the deepest parts of her pussy. Her once throbbing womb was now a river of pure desire and lust for no one and nothing but him. How did he always manage to make it better than the last time? She was moaning and writhing with him, rocking her body against his. She was lost in the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She could feel his balls as they hit against her clit with every hard thrust. He had been inside her for all of a minute and she was already so close to her orgasm.

  * * * *

  Quinn looked down at her body as he slammed in and out of her. Her rounded ass was driving him crazy. He grasped onto her hips to keep himself from taking a finger and dipping it inside the sweet abyss of her forbidden hole. God, he wanted to fuck her there. To make her come while he was buried deep inside her in the most taboo of ways. But he couldn’t. His Ann was perfect for him in many ways, but she wasn’t into that. And having her without all of his little fetishes was more important than not having her at all.

  “Quinn!” Ann came in a rush of pure ecstasy.

  He slammed into her once more as he felt her liquid heat pour all over his cock. He grabbed onto her tighter as he lost himself inside of her. Convulsing his body and jerking his hips as he spurt into her.

  “Oh damn, babe. You are amazing.” He was massaging his hands up and down her back, still inside of her when he remembered the items scattered on the floor. He had to put an end to her worries now. He didn’t want her to ever wonder what he needed or wanted again.

  Quinn slid out of her and turned her around. “Does that answer your question about what I need or want?”

  * * * *

  She nodded. She was still coming down from her orgasm, but she knew he was lying to her. He wanted those things, apparently she did too, but he didn’t want to share that part of himself with her. And that hurt more than she could ever explain. She was about to say something when he walked from the room, pulling up his pants.

  She stood there, half dressed and waited. She could hear him coming back down the hall towards the bedroom. He walked in with a trash bag and headed for the pile.

  “Quinn, what are you doing?”

  He looked up at her from his position on the floor. “I told you, this stuff doesn’t matter. It’s my past. I should have thrown it away a long time ago. So that’s what I’m going to do now.”

  Was he that desperate to keep a part of himself closed off from her that he would throw away something that was obviously so very important to him? “Quinn, why? Why can’t you just tell me what you really—”

  “Ann!” He snapped at her. He didn’t mean to. He was just so agitated. He wasn’t going to lose her to some stupid kink that he couldn’t get past. It was his problem, not hers. “I’m sorry, honey. I just don’t want you to think about this stuff. It has nothing to do with us. I’m sorry you ever saw it.”

  And there it was. All the proof that she needed. He not only wasn’t going to tell her what he wanted or needed, but he was sorry that she had found out anything about it. She was the last person he wanted to share that with. For a moment, she let her mind wander to a bad place, where Quinn was getting what he needed with someone else. But she quickly dismissed that notion. He might not be willing to share who he was with her, but she knew that as long as she had him he would remain monogamous.

  She watched him as he continued to throw the items in the trash and wondered how long she would have him for.

  Quinn tied the bag and took it to the garage. When he came back in he still saw the uncertainty in her eyes that she had ever since he came home and found that she had discovered his stash. He wanted to take that look away, make her happy. He went to her to hold her when she pulled away.

  Sure, she put a smile on her face when she said, “I’ll go make the waffles now,” but he could sense her withdrawal. He’d seen it before, too. Things would be fine between them
and then something would happen and she would become sad and distant. He wished he knew what was causing her to pull away from him. He wished for so many things. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her just how important she was to him.

  To hell with his kinky fetishes and everything else. All he wanted, all he needed was Ann. His Annie.

  Chapter Twelve

  Quinn and Ann were finishing their waffles when the phone rang. “No, I’ve got it. You relax.” He got up and headed across the room.

  “Hello.” Quinn cringed. “Shit you sound terrible man. Didn’t that nap help at all?”

  “Uhhh…seeing as how there was no nap and a group of a million percussionists were banging in my head, I’m not feeling so hot.” Derek groaned the words through the phone.

  Quinn laughed at his brother. But Ann had been watching him and gave him the ‘be nice’ look so he composed himself. “So what do you need? Did you throw up in the back of your hair again? Need someone to wash it out?”

  Derek snickered. “You think you’re pretty damn funny, don’t you asshole?”

  “As a matter of fact, I do.”

  If looks could kill and someone had invented a way to transmit those glares via the telephone wire, then Quinn would be one very dead brother. “Well, I don’t. Listen, I can’t go into the restaurant tonight.”

  “What? Shit, Derek. I’ve got to be at the Roadhouse. You know how busy we are on Saturdays.”

  “I know and stop yelling damn it. I can’t help it. Every time I move, I feel the need to throw up. And besides, I wasn’t asking for you to take care of the restaurant. I was wondering how Ann was feeling. Do you think she’s up to it?”

  Quinn looked over at Ann. She had gotten up and cleared the table. She was now bent over and loading the dishwasher. Damn, she had a fine ass. What he wouldn’t give to be able to tell her what he really wanted to do to her. And he was pretty sure he would give his right arm if she told him that she wanted it, too. Just the idea of spreading the seam of her ass and sinking into the sweet oblivion of her forbidden hole was his deepest fantasy.

  “Quinn? You listening to me or what? Can Ann handle it?”

  Can Ann handle it? How did Derek know what he had been thinking about? Oh wait, no, he means the restaurant.

  “Hang on.” Quinn set the phone down and came up behind her. “Hey, hon. Derek wants to know if you feel up to taking care of the restaurant tonight.” Quinn yelled louder. “Because he’s a candy ass who can’t handle his liquor.”

  “Go to Hell!” Derek yelled through the phone.

  Ann rolled her eyes at the brothers loving attitude towards one another. But she smiled anyway. “Yeah. I can handle it. Except I’ve never been there when he first opens up. I don’t know the security code either. Could you come with me and show me what needs to be done?”

  “Sure, babe. You should be sainted, you know that right?” Quinn placed a small kiss to her nose and walked back over to the phone.

  “Yeah, she says she’ll do it. She’s saving your sorry ass is what she’s doing. But whatever, not everyman can be as great as me.” Quinn pointed out rather smugly.

  “Whatever. Keep thinking that man. Because when I’m well I’m gonna kick your ass.”

  “As if? You could try, but I promise you would not be successful.”

  Derek groaned a little more in frustration and pain. “Fine. Geez, I don’t have the mental energy to spar with you right now. Just show her what to do, okay? I’m gonna go throw up right now.”

  “Wait. Remember you wanna hit that white circular thing in the bathroom. The one with the little silver handle.” Quinn laughed. He loved to mock his brother.

  “You probably can’t see it, but there’s a very big birdie aimed in your direction. I’m hanging up now.”

  Quinn hung up the phone and turned to find Ann smiling at him. “What?”

  She shook her head laughing. “Nothing. You two. You love each other like crazy but you give one another nothing but crap constantly.”

  “First of all, let me just state for the record, I don’t love him like crazy.” He gave her a lazy half smile. “We’re brothers. It’s what we do. Didn’t you and your sister ever fight?”

  She looked at him, surprised that he’d asked. They never really talked about her family. She knew that was because she usually changed the subject. The truth was she didn’t really like talking about her family. So, changing the subject always seemed like the logical thing to do.

  They had talked in great deal about his family. He told her about the horrible time when they found out that his Aunt Connie, Derek’s mother, had an inoperable brain cancer. And how sad it was for them all to watch her suffer through the pain of her final weeks because the morphine the doctors gave her barely put a dent in the agony that she was suffering.

  He told her how hard it was for him to watch his parents grieve for her, knowing that they were doing so in very different ways and for extremely different reasons. And Derek. Poor Derek had apparently had a pretty hard time of it. By Ann’s estimations, it would seem that he probably had met his ex-girlfriend, Sandi within a year of his mother’s passing.

  “Ann? Where’d you go, hon?” He brushed the back of his hand down her cheek.

  “Would you believe me if I said a land far, far away?” She smirked.

  “Probably not.” But he grinned anyway. “What’s up? Does it bother you that I brought up your sister? I know we never talk about your family, I just thought that since we’re living together and we’re getting… I just didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal.” Damn. Why won’t she open up to me? Quinn wondered.

  “No Quinn, it’s not that. It’s not really a big deal. It’s just that I don’t have the fondest childhood memories and even though my sister and I grew up together it was always pretty much survival of the fittest you know?”

  Actually no, he said silently. Because you never tell me anything. “Why don’t you tell me what you mean? Was it that bad?”

  She had briefly told him one night when they were lying in bed that her father had been an alcoholic and her mother was never around much because she was always screwing around on her dad. She mentioned a sister that was a couple years older than her, but that was it. That was the extent of what he knew about her family life.

  She shook her head at his question. “No. I mean it’s not like there was abuse or anything like that. It just sort of sucked. I can’t ever remember really having parents. I mean, I did. They were physically there, but emotionally they were pretty much nonexistent. Aside from trying to control my life, I hardly ever talked to my dad.” She shrugged. “Geez, I sound depressing huh.”

  She walked away from Quinn, and he knew that she was attempting to change the subject. But he didn’t want her to. He wanted to know everything about her; everything that happened to her that brought her to who and what she was today.

  “Ann?” He waited for her to turn back and face him. Once she did he noticed a barely visible shimmer in her eye. “What is it, honey? Talk to me.”

  Ann looked up to the ceiling and maybe even the God’s above for the strength to deal with his concerned questions. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him enough to share her memories. They just kind of sucked. And she didn’t always like talking about them. It was just easier to forget.

  Then of course there was the fact that every time he treated her so important, like he cared so much, she would just fall deeper in love with him. She tried not to laugh at herself when she sometimes wished he would be a jerk. An insensitive jerk that would be so easy to not love. But that was even more ludicrous. Because she couldn’t ever imagine herself not loving Quinn Travis.

  “Annie, please. Trust me.” He delicately brushed his hands up and down her arms in a soothing fashion.

  “Oh, Quinn. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do. I just didn’t have the happy family upbringing that you did.”

  Her statement made Quinn laugh. “Happy? Well, I don’t know abou
t that. My Mom and Aunt Connie sure cried a lot. My Dad put a damper on the whole happy family image.”

  “Yeah I know. But you guys all loved each other. I mean despite everything you knew that you were loved.”

  Quinn was shocked by her comment. He knew that she didn’t have the happiest memories but he never realized it was so bad that she hadn’t felt loved.

  “I’m so sorry, honey. I never knew that you felt that way.” He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on top of her head.

  “It’s okay. How could you know?”

  He looked down at her. “You’re right. I couldn’t have known, because you won’t tell me.”

  Ann stared up into his eyes. “Quinn, I—”

  He quickly cut her off. “Tell me, Annie. Talk to me and tell me about your life.” He smirked. “We’ll call it the pre-Quinn era.”

  Ann looked up at him and had to smile. He was so handsome and when he laid on the charm, there was no denying him anything he wanted.

  “Okay. What would you like to know?”

  Quinn was surprised by her sudden change of heart. He figured he’d have to really hound her for a while before she bent. “Come on, we’ll go sit in the living room.” He led her to the couch, turned his body to face hers and laced their fingers together.

  “Tell me, honey. Start wherever you want. I just want to hear about your life.” Because I love you so much that I need to feel connected to you, close to you.

  Ann shrugged, “I don’t know where to begin. I mean, no actually I do know. I can tell you what changed it. What made everything go from good to really bad.”

  Quinn quirked a brow up at what she said. For whatever reason he just assumed it was always bad. He wondered what could have happened to their family to cause such a change.