by Jayne Blue
She made the first move. If she hadn’t, I’d like to think I would have been strong and stoic enough to push aside my own wants and walk away. Thank Christ I didn’t have to find out. Quinn went back on her tiptoes and slid her hands behind my neck. She pulled me down and I couldn’t hold back the rising tide a second longer. I picked her up; wrapping her legs around my waist, I crushed my lips to hers.
Quinn was needy, searching with her tongue as her hot breath came in quick pants. I whirled around with her, heading back toward the bar. I set her on top of it. She kept her legs wrapped around me, her fingers threaded through my hair. From this height we were eye to eye.
“Dom,” she gasped.
I kissed my way down her neck. She moaned and threw her head back. Once I’d started, there was no going back. Blood thundered through me, heading straight for my cock. The minute she’d whispered my name, I went rock hard. I found the hem of her shirt and slid my fingers beneath it. Her skin was smooth, supple, perfect. When I rolled her left nipple with my thumb, a shudder went through her. Fuck. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Quinn whipped her shirt off. An instant later, I licked a circle around one breast, then the other, and she leaned back on her elbows. I unbuttoned her jeans. She raised her hips so I could slide them down. They were skin tight and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pants caught on her boots and I took a step back.
Fuck. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Her hips rising in anticipation, she lay spread out, her jeans around her ankles, her breasts heaving. Quinn didn’t seem real. Her image on that movie screen had been too beautiful. Her breasts, too round, the nipples perfect, pink circles. But she was real. It was no trick of lighting or make-up or even a body double. Quinn Larsen in real life was just as beautiful as she was on camera. Naked, she was a fucking goddess.
“What is it?” she said, coming back into herself.
“Nothing,” I whispered. “It’s just ... you.”
“Come here,” she said, blushing. “I want to look at you.”
I pulled my t-shirt off and unzipped my jeans. I kicked off my boots at the same time she did. She stretched out on the bar, rolling to her right hip. Her smile widened as my dick sprang free of my boxer-briefs.
I went to her, running my hand along the slope of her hip. Goosebumps rose along the trail I made. Her nipples puckered and I leaned down to kiss each one in turn. She shuddered and pulled me close.
“Domino,” she whispered. Her fingers traced the lines of my ink. She found the largest tattoo across my chest. It was the Dark Saints symbol with the fallen angel and great wings behind it. There were other things too, swirling patterns around my father’s name. The image of another warrior with a drawn dagger. Each had a story. Some I’d never told. At that moment, I knew I would tell Quinn though if she asked. She found the worst of the scars too. The cigarette burns I’d earned from my stepfather, Rip Lyons, a few deeper cuts too. Quinn pressed her lips to each.
Then it was my turn. I hooked a hand beneath her elbow and brought her back into a sitting position. She wrapped her legs around my waist. My dick pulsed with need. I knew she felt it as velvet steel against her thigh. God. I felt her heated core. As I traced my finger in a straight line from the center of her breasts all the way down, I found her already wet and open.
“Dom!” she gasped again. I loved the sound of it. Over and over again, I wanted her to scream it. I knew instinctively I could make her.
I spread her thighs wide and took a step back. Oh yes, I wanted to get a full view. Quinn quivered as she braced herself with her palms flat on the bar. She was perfect there too. Shaved, pink, swollen. Like a beautiful, ripe peach. I dipped one finger inside of her and couldn’t hold back my own groan. She was so wet. I’d unlocked a dam inside of her. Quinn bit her lip as her juices flowed. I worked her there, finding the sweet little nub that I knew would send her over the edge. She bucked against my hand, opening her legs even wider.
“That’s it, baby,” I said. Oh yeah. I was a damn liar. I wanted something from her all right. I wanted inside of her. I wanted to own her, to claim, protect her as mine. Maybe I didn’t have that right. But at that moment, the need for it burned through me.
“Domino, please,” she begged. Oh, I liked that too. I ran the pad of my thumb over her hot, swollen clit. She gripped the edge of the bar and thrust against me. With my free hand, I stroked my cock. I could make her come like this, I knew. It would be so sweet to watch. But I couldn’t hold back another second. I wanted to be in her.
Quinn had another idea. She reached for me. Her fingers closed around my shaft and she drew me out. A growl of lust ripped through me as she stroked me. She ran her thumb over the tip as a bead of precum formed. She licked her lips and the image of what she’d look like on her knees before me flared in my mind. God. I almost lost it then and there. But Quinn sensed the crescendo in me and pulled back. She spread her knees wide and beckoned me forward.
I couldn’t hold out another second. I grabbed a condom from my jeans pocket and slid it on. As Quinn wrapped her arms around my shoulders, I drove into her. She was hot, wet, so sweet. She gasped again as I stretched her wide.
“Oh God!” she cried. “You’re big!”
Oh hell, yeah. I slid my hands beneath her ass and angled her so I could get even deeper. Her eyes popped open and a blush came into her cheeks. She was heading straight over the edge. I felt her walls clench and her juices coat me. I’d wanted to take my time. Maybe there’d be a chance to do that later. But I fucked Quinn that night as if this might be the only time.
She bucked and thrust, pulling me in even more. I went up on the balls of my feet and held still as she took her pleasure. She fucked me, taking me balls deep. When she dug her nails into my back, I roared. It was perfect. She was perfect.
She shuddered through her orgasm and I held her close. She peppered me with kisses and whispered my name as she crested down. But I was only getting started.
When I withdrew, she sighed. I hopped up on the bar and spread her knees flat. Her eyes sparked with new desire as I entered her again. There was a mirror on the other side of the bar. Quinn turned her head and watched as I fucked her. God, that was sexy as hell too. She wrapped her legs around me as I drove myself home.
It didn’t take long. From the moment I met her, I knew everything had been leading to this. I had to have her. She fucked like she was born for this. Maybe I was too. If it never went any farther, I meant to make this memory last.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Oh God, yes!” I came hard and strong as Quinn squeezed her thighs and held me close.
Quinn and me. No matter what happened next, for that single hour at the top of the world. We made each other whole.
Chapter 10
Quinn
I couldn’t stop looking at him. I couldn’t stop touching him. Domino was unlike any man ... really, any person ... I’d ever known. He came at me strong, direct. There was no pretense, no hidden agenda. When he said he didn’t want anything from me, I could almost believe him. For as tough and hard as he was, a tenderness filled his eyes when he looked at me. It took my breath away, hollowed me out, and left me craving his touch.
After our wild, fantastic fuck on the bar, he followed me back into the bedroom. At least a dozen times he’d asked me if I was sure. God. I wasn’t. Getting physical with him was the last thing I’d planned. There were a million reasons why this was a bad idea. Terrible, really. And yet, I’d never been so turned on in my life.
“What?” I asked. He lay on his side, the sheet barely covering his hips. I reached for him, tracing slow lines around the ink covering his arms. I found myself wanting to know the story behind every one of them. The hard-cut lines of his shoulders and abdomen weren’t like most of the men I was used to. My life was filled with actors and personal trainers. Men whose job it was to look a certain way, just like me. They spent hours in the gym and resorting to chemical means to achieve their massive muscles and washboard abs. Dom had
those too. But his were more real. He didn’t have to get in shape for some part or photo shoot. He’d earned his physique doing hard work with his hands and his back.
His eyes flashed and he smiled. “Just you,” he said. “I’ve never seen anything like you.”
I laughed. It seemed we’d both been thinking the same thing about each other. “Like me?” I asked. “Am I so different from the women you’re used to?”
He raised a brow and rolled onto his back. Drawing his arm up, he tucked it behind his head. He reached for me and what I did next felt so natural. I curled beside him, resting my cheek against his chest. Dom slipped his free arm around me and kissed the top of my head. In many ways, that simple gesture felt even more intimate than the passion we’d shared. I was still spent from it. He’d stretched me wide and filled me to the brim. A flare of heat went through me as the echoes of the deepest orgasm I’d ever had still flickered low in my belly.
“You’re not like any of the women I’m used to,” he said.
I don’t know why, but his words made me self-conscious. I went rigid and tried to slide away. Dom held me close at first, then let me go. I didn’t want him to do what most of the men I’d ever been interested did. They put me on some pedestal. They saw the girl on the movie screen and wanted me to be like her.
“Hey,” he said, sensing the new tension in me.
I pulled the sheet up to my chin and rolled out of his arms. “Did you really not know who I was when you first met me?”
He scratched his chin. “Look, I don’t watch much television. I hate going to movies.”
“Why?”
He sat up. “I’d rather just kick back and relax with my crew and some cold beer. I don’t like crowds or being packed in like a sardine at some dirty theater. Then, when the lights go down, anything could happen. It’s not safe.”
Of all the things he could have said, I hadn’t expected that. It gave me a deeper glimpse into Domino’s head. But I immediately saw the truth behind his words. In Dom’s world, bad things happened. Danger was always around the corner. I’d read the stories. In the eighties and nineties, the Dark Saints M.C. in Port Azrael survived one of the most brutal club wars in history. Now I knew his very existence had sparked some of it. As a result, he was born and raised to spend his life on high alert. No wonder he didn’t like movie theaters.
“Well, I suppose that makes you kind of a unicorn in my world,” I said.
He cocked his head to the side, considering my words. The truth was, we were both a kind of unicorn to each other. I can’t remember ever meeting someone who didn’t know who I was first. Until this very moment, I’d never really considered what that meant. I’d probably been pre-judged by every person in my life, no matter how casual the acquaintance. Dom’s worldview was refreshing as much as it scared me a little.
“Is this going to cause trouble for you?” I asked, gesturing in the empty space between us. His brow went back up before he answered.
“I suppose so. But I also suppose it depends.”
“On what?” I was almost afraid to hear his answer. Maybe he sensed that fear. Or maybe his answer changed the more he thought about it. Whatever the cause, he turned the question back on me.
“I’m pretty sure this is going to cause you a lot more trouble, baby.”
Baby. I shivered with new desire as he said it. My sex began to throb and I wanted nothing more than to climb back on and take him in. But we were in a bubble and both knew it.
My silence answered a question for him he hadn’t yet asked. “I should go,” he finally said. “My crew’s going to wonder what the hell happened to me. Things have been a little, uh, unsettled lately.”
I bit my lip past the urge to ask him what that meant. In spite of everything that happened, I was still in research mode where he was concerned. I couldn’t forget what brought me here in the first place. Just like that, the bubble seemed to burst.
He leaned into me and gently curved his fingers around my jaw, tilting my face toward his. He kissed me slow and deep. I could still taste my own scent on his lips and it sent that rumble of desire through me all over again.
This was just a one-time thing. That’s all it could be. We didn’t belong in each other’s worlds. Did we? The moment I thought it, I imagined all the flak I’d get from everyone in my life if they knew I’d taken Domino to bed. Image was king. I’d spent years cultivating mine and knew better than anyone how hard it was to change it. Sure. I was a sex kitten on screen. But I’d kept my personal life squeaky clean.
I hadn’t realized I was smiling until Domino pulled back and cocked his head to the side. “What?” he asked.
I grew bold, sliding out from beneath the covers. Growing suddenly shy, I held on to the sheet. Domino went up on his elbow, watching me. He had me wet all over again. I loved the way he watched me. He’d unlocked some of my darkest desires tonight. Never in my life had I let my guard down like that. My God. I let him take me spread-eagled on the hotel bar. Later, when we closed the door to the bedroom, I’d done other things I’d only read about.
Two hours ago, he had me on all fours on the floor. I’d never watched myself before. I didn’t really even like watching my own movies. But with Domino, that changed in an instant. There was a full-length mirror on my hotel closet door. He’d put me right in front of it as he guided himself into me. I’d dug my fingers into the plush carpeting, bracing for his deep thrusts. All the while, I kept my eyes on the mirror, loving the way his muscles bunched and rolled as he took his pleasure. I’d never been that aroused in my life. Part of me knew I never would again. There was no one like Domino. Not in my world.
I was still smiling even now and I hadn’t answered his question as to why. “It’s just ... ugh. It’s going to sound stupid.”
“Try me,” he said, hoisting himself out of bed. He pulled on his jeans and zipped them up. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed one of his boots off the floor. I stood there, holding the thin sheet over my body, but not wanting him to go.
“I enjoyed this,” I said. I tucked the sheet under my arm and went to him. He spread his legs to let me stand between them. His hands slid up the back of my thighs and he gripped my ass hard, smacking one cheek lightly. I wanted him again. I didn’t want to leave this room.
“You need to live a little, Quinn,” he said. “You’re hanging on way too tight.”
I touched his cheek. Every single thing about him seemed erotic. The rough stubble of his jaw had felt sinfully good as he kissed my thighs. I shuddered, remembering how skillful he’d been with his tongue when he found his way home.
Leaning down, I kissed him one last time and stepped away. Domino pulled on his shirt and found his leather cut. It had been so warm and heavy when he placed it around my shoulders. I loved the feel of it. It was part of him. It was who he was. I wondered how many people he let in. Instinct told me, not many.
Finally, I dropped the sheet. My clothes were crumpled near the bar. Domino had the presence of mind to gather his, I hadn’t. I grabbed a black knit dress I’d left hanging from the bathroom door and put it on.
“I like that you don’t wear panties,” he said. “If you were mine, I’d never want you to.”
His forwardness startled me and turned me on. If I were his. I couldn’t help fantasizing about what that might be like. I quickly brushed those thoughts away. There was no point to it.
“Will you still help me?” I asked, trying to focus on business before I lost myself.
He opened his mouth to answer but didn’t get the chance. An insistent knock on the door drew our attention.
“Quinn!” Noel shouted. “Let me in.”
My heart sank. The bubble was well and truly burst. “Give me a minute,” I said. “I’ll get rid of him and then you can make a clean getaway.”
Domino’s wicked smile sent little sparks through my heart. He leaned back and watched me go.
Steeling myself for Noel’s inevitable lecture, I took a deep brea
th, went into the main room, and opened the door. He leaned against the doorframe, hair wild and eyes blazing.
“How come you didn’t answer your damn phone?” he asked, shoving past me. Shit. The room was a mess. My silver tank top and shoes were strewn in front of the window. But Noel was in a mood and didn’t notice. So far.
“I needed to take a breather, Noel. That crap at the bar? That was fucked up. You should have warned me.”
He flapped his hands and smacked his thigh. “Warned you? Warned you? Quinn, that was what we’re here for. Those pictures could have been gold for us. Come on. You with that biker thug? All you had to do was walk out to your car, get in, smile, wave. They would have wondered who he was and why you were with him. It’d get you on the front page of every tabloid and entertainment magazine by the end of the week. The Club would be a household name before we even finish location scouting.”
“Well, I suppose I’ll be on every cover anyway, you jackass. Didn’t you even stick around to see what happened? It got nuts, Noel. It got dangerous. And Dom’s not a thug.” I tried to lower my voice. Of course Domino would be able to hear every single word we said.
“Dom, is it? Yeah, well, that maniac’s going to probably get you sued. I’m surprised the Port Azrael P.D. haven’t arrested him for assault yet. That photographer he thumped said he wanted to press charges.”
I plopped down on the couch. Noel started pacing. He hadn’t really listened to a word I said. “I don’t need this, Quinn.”
“You don’t need what?”
He whirled on me. “This movie matters to me, okay? I don’t want to get dragged into your bullshit.”
I felt like he’d just dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on my head. “I’m sorry, my bullshit? Exactly what is my bullshit, Noel? You’re the one who called those fucking photographers down to Cups. What did you think was going to happen? Domino, the men in his club, that isn’t how they operate. He didn’t sign on for that.”
“Oh, and you’re now an expert in how they operate? They’re fucking psychopaths, is what they are.”