by Jayne Blue
My face split in a wide grin. When I turned toward the clubhouse, half the damn crew filled the open doorway. Those fuckers had been eavesdropping on the whole thing. I flipped them off. Fuck. Bringing Quinn into this bullshit was the last thing I wanted. But what Mama Bear wants, Mama Bear gets.
Chapter 12
Domino
An hour later, Quinn pulled up in a shiny, black SUV. She’d smartly hired a driver. As soon as he realized where he’d just brought her, his jaw dropped.
I walked up to the driver’s side and slipped a hundred-dollar bill in his hand. “You know who we are.”
His jaw still opened, he nodded. “Good. You tell anyone she’s here, that’s gonna be a problem for me. Do we understand each other, my man?”
He kept on nodding as Quinn got out of the car. She put a light hand on my arm and drew me away from the driver’s window.
“Thanks, Claude,” she said.
“W-where would you like me to wait?” he asked.
Quinn sucked in a breath. I wanted to wrap my arm around her and tuck her against me. My urge to protect her burned strong. I didn’t like the way the kid looked at her. I didn’t like the dozen pair of eyes I knew stared out of the window behind me. Too many damn people had their eyes on Quinn Larsen all the time. For one night, I wanted mine to be the only ones.
“I think I’m safe enough, Claude,” she said, smiling.
“I’ll make sure she gets where she needs to go next,” I said. I reached back. Quinn’s hand was instantly there. I warmed it with mine. This was a different kind of claiming from the other night, but turned me on almost as much. Something about this woman ignited every base instinct I had. I wanted to fight for her. I wanted to fuck her. I damn near couldn’t think straight around her. It was unfamiliar territory and that could make things fucking dangerous.
Claude bobbed his head up and down and slid his window closed.
“You really think he’s going to keep his mouth shut?” Quinn asked. “In my experience, I’ve got about a fifty-fifty chance for discretion.”
“Oh, Claude’s from around here. I’m betting he knows how this works.” I gave her a wink and turned, squaring my shoulders. I put my body between the gawkers at the window and Quinn. It would only be for a few brief moments, but I would protect her as long as I could. My need to keep her to myself drove the air from my lungs along with the desire kindling in her eyes.
She was beautiful. That was the most obvious thing about her. She wore her white-blonde hair loose tonight. It shimmered and caught the light of the flood lamps surrounding the building. She wore no makeup and I realized at that moment that’s how I liked her best. Though she dressed down in a plain black tank top and tight jeans, she still looked glamorous somehow. Her heels sunk into the gravel and she tightened her grip on my hand. She’d worn the red stilettos again. They were fast becoming my favorite.
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get this over with.”
Squeezing her hand one last time, I turned and led her to the front door of the club. Two spots of color rose in Quinn’s cheeks. She was nervous, trusting. I turned back before opening the door.
“They’re going to love you,” I said, knowing full well it was true. The men behind that door wouldn’t give two shits about who she was. They didn’t care about Hollywood or what she could do for them. It occurred to me Quinn probably wasn’t used to being around real people like that. All at once, the angst I’d felt about bringing her here left me. I opened the door.
A cheer went up as Quinn and I crossed the threshold. She let out an audible gasp as a swarm of bikers closed in. This was so different than the other night though. My brothers kept their distance. Axle, big and gruff, got to us first. He held out a hand to shake Quinn’s. She shot me a questioning look.
“It’s okay,” I said. “He won’t bite.”
Quinn’s soft laughter warmed me. She extended her hand and shook Axle’s. Next came Maddox, then Shep. Deacon and Chase were right behind. One by one, every member of my club introduced themselves and welcomed Quinn. She was stunned by it. Unsure of what to say. When Bear came up and hugged her, her eyes misted with tears. Maybe I’d judged wrong. She wasn’t ready for this.
Only Mama Bear hung back. She stood behind the bar wiping a counter that was already clean. I knew why. Of everyone here, Mama Bear’s good opinion was the hardest to earn. Once you had it, she’d throw herself in front of a train for you and cut down anyone who tried to fuck with you. I realized how badly I wanted her to like Quinn. Given a chance, I knew she would.
“Come on,” I said. “Have a seat at the bar with me. Mama Bear sucks at cocktails, but if you want a cold beer or good liquor, nothing beats her.”
She cocked another wet towel straight at my head but her eyes smiled.
“Hello,” Quinn said. “You must be Mrs. Bullock. Dom hasn’t said, but I assume I have you to thank for the invitation. I really appreciate it. And I’m sorry about what happened the other night. I should have warned him things tend to get a little interesting wherever I go. I hope it didn’t cause any trouble for the club.”
It was Mama’s turn to look shocked. In ten seconds, Quinn had sized her and the situation up perfectly. I don’t know what Josie Bullock had expected out of Quinn, but clearly she’d just defied those expectations in all the best ways.
“You’re quite welcome,” Mama said. “I was about to say something along those lines to you. You sure made our Domino famous.”
There was an edge to her words that Quinn caught. She bristled a little, straightening in her seat. I’d spent so much time going after the guys for ball busting. I should have known Mama would be the toughest nut to crack.
“I really am sorry about that,” she said. My urge to kill the rest of the guys for hanging that fucking picture up burned anew. Quinn turned just enough to look at it. The room fell silent of all conversation and clinking glass. There was just the classic rock shit coming out of the speaker system. Shep’s face went beet red as he stood next to the blown-up photograph. It was my fault. I should have torn the fucking thing down before she got here.
Quinn gave me a tight-lipped smile and slowly rose off her stool. Her back still rod-straight, she turned and walked right up to that picture. It towered over her. Her neck craned up and up.
“Hey,” Shep started. “We didn’t mean shit by this. Just giving crap to Dom. It’s what family does.”
Quinn didn’t miss a beat. She squared off with Shep as he rose to his full height. “You got a pen?” she asked.
“Huh? Uh. Yeah?” Shep was standing near the doorway to the conference room. Mama had put a small whiteboard up next to it. She put our shop schedule on it and wrote messages on it for us. Shep grabbed the black marker clipped to it and handed it to Quinn. Smiling, she took it from him. Then she went over to the picture and signed her autograph across it in bold, looping strokes. Grabbing Shep’s wrist, she slapped the marker into his palm and turned back to me.
The crew hooped and hollered; laughter filled the room again as Shep just stood there with his mouth hanging open. “Well, shit,” he muttered. “Now I’m going to get that fucking thing framed.”
Quinn shot me a quick wink then took her place on the bar stool beside me. Mama had been watching everything. Her mouth curved into a proud smile. Bear’s shoulders shook with deep, silent laughter.
I tipped my beer mug back and downed it. Quinn raised hers to me and did the same. The rest of the crew settled into their normal conversations. A few of the banger chicks came out from the back rooms. Quinn raised a brow when she saw them and turned her stool away from the bar.
“This what you were after?” I asked. I couldn’t stop smiling. I was proud of her. Most civilians would have withered under the hard stares of the men in this room, not to mention Mama Bear’s. Quinn had just proved to all of them she was cut from a different cloth. She may not have had anyone to look out for her, but maybe she was tough enough not to need it.
“Thi
s is your life?” she asked, keeping her gaze fixed on Toby and Shep in the opposite corner. Heidi and Tina, two of their newest groupies, had draped themselves over each guy’s laps. I knew how this would go. They’d laugh at all their jokes, kick back a few more beers, then each couple would disappear into one of the crash pads Mama always kept ready at the back of the buildingWe wouldn’t see either of them again until morning. Just a few weeks ago, that was my game too. All of a sudden, that shit didn’t appeal to me. I couldn’t stop looking at Quinn.
“Not what you were expecting?” I asked, issuing a challenge. My life was what it was. Quinn and I had no real claim on each other. I’d gotten a hard taste of what her daily life was like. Tonight was just a small glimpse into mine.
“I’m not sure,” she answered. “Are you going to tell me it’s all parties and chicks?”
I laughed. “Probably about as much as yours is all fancy clothes and photo shoots.”
“Right,” she said, clinking her mug to mine. “You looking for something different?”
The question caught me off guard, both in content and the way she asked it. I got the impression it just kind of spilled out of her. Maybe the beer was starting to go to her head or the thrill she’d gotten about standing up to Shep. She seemed a little giddy from it. Plus the energy of the crowd emboldened her. I’m not sure. But when I locked eyes with her, I saw a tiny flicker of doubt pass through Quinn’s as if she wanted a redo.
“Come on,” I said, sliding off my stool. “It’s getting crowded around here.”
Quinn hesitated for a beat, then took my hand. We drew a few passing stares as I led her out of the main room. I had my own crash pad here and had been using it more often than not. I was saving money for a place of my own.
“Hey, Dom!” Karina, one of the girls I’d dated a few months ago, came over. With Quinn here, I hadn’t even noticed Karina. She was a sweet girl with nut-brown hair and big, dreamy eyes. We’d had some fun together but I’d made her no promises. I also hadn’t really talked to her in weeks. Last I saw, she was trying to put the moves on Deacon. As club chaplain, we all thought he was part monk. I knew the girls had a running bet as to who could get with him. So far, no one had succeeded.
“Hey, Karina,” I said. I felt Quinn stiffen beside me. “This is Quinn.”
Quinn gave her a polite smile and offered her hand to shake. I respected her for that. Karina was making moony eyes at me and had her tits on full display in a too-tight tank top. She was wasted. I knew Mama Bear would have something to say about that. No doubt she’d waltzed into the club that way.
“Hey,” Karina said. She gave a limp-wristed handshake to Quinn but kept her eyes on me. “You wanna party, Dom? I came here looking for you.”
Jesus. She really was out of it. I looked closer and started to wonder if maybe she hadn’t hit more than the beer. I looked over her head. Mama, as always, was watching everything. I jerked my chin at her. She gave me a grim nod and leaned over to say something to Bear. I read his lips as he mouthed a few obscenities and whistled for Shep and Chase. They snapped to attention and came over.
“What’s going on over here, honey?” Bear said, sliding an arm around Karina. She swayed into him. Her neck wobbled as she looked up at him. She had trouble focusing for a second then her eyes got big. Fuck. She was seriously out of it. She trailed her fingers down Bear’s chest and slid her palm right over his crotch.
Shep nearly tripped over himself trying to get to them. Mama was going to kill Karina. One stupid drunken move, and she’d just got herself banished from the club for good.
“Come on,” I said to Quinn. “Let’s find someplace quieter where we can talk.”
She nodded and let me lead her down the hallway. I opened the first door on the left. God bless Mama, she’d straightened up the place for me. It wasn’t much. Just a double bed, a couch in front of a flat screen, a kitchenette, and a bathroom with a shower stall. It was enough for me, but as Quinn came in and looked around, I felt like a dumbass. This had to look like the worst dump she’d ever seen compared to what she was used to.
“Uh, sorry,” I said. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
“Dom, it’s fine. It’s more than fine. Do you live here?”
I closed the door quietly behind me. “Most of the time, yes. I’m building a place out by the dunes. A few of us have bought up some Gulf-front property. I’ve hit a snag though. Part of my property is on some turtle spawning refuge or some shit. I’ll get it sorted. For now though, this is just, convenient.”
“I like them, your club,” she said, tucking a hair behind her ear. She slid her hands into her back pockets. My heart pounded with lust as I watched her. She was just so damn sexy, even just standing there. And she’d come. The second I asked her, she got in a car and found her way here. No questions. No fear. She trusted me and accepted my crew.
“Who are you?” I asked, not really meaning to say it out loud.
She twisted at the waist, her hands still firmly in her back pockets. I’d made her uncomfortable with the question. She smiled and dropped her head a little so her hair fell over her eyes. This time, I was the one to brush it out of her eyes. Quinn looked up at me, eyes glinting in the low light.
“Sometimes, I don’t even know,” she finally answered. I think maybe she hadn’t meant to say that out loud either.
“I think I do,” I said. “You’re not who I thought you were. You’re ... tougher. Stronger. You realize the guts it took to stand up to Mama Bear and the rest of my crew out there?”
Her smile turned wistful. “Really? Your friend Karina seems to be doing just fine.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Quinn Larsen and Karina didn’t even seem like the same species to me. Not that I respected Karina any less, but the girl had problems. After what I just saw, I regretted getting involved with her.
“Come here,” I said. Quinn’s skin warmed where I touched her cheek. She tilted her head back and parted her lips. I leaned down and kissed her slow and deep. God. I couldn’t get this girl out of my mind. For three days ... hell ... for the two weeks since I’d first saw her ... she was the only thing I really thought about.
“Dom,” she whispered. If she meant to say something else, she lost the thread as I hooked my hands beneath her thighs and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around me and let me carry her to the bed. I set her down gently. She looked like an angel as her blonde hair fanned out beneath her. Her chest heaved with the shaky breaths of desire.
I hesitated for a fraction of a second. The other night could have been a one-time thing. This one would count. We both knew it. Quinn went up on her elbows. Then she lifted one arm and reached for me, pulling me down on top of her.
Fuck.
Lust roared through me. I grew instantly hard. Quinn slid her fingers down my chest and found my fly. She unzipped it carefully and gasped when my cock sprang out, huge and hard. With her gaze locked on mine, Quinn licked her lips and brought me into her mouth.
Fuck.
I threw my head back and savored the feel of her perfect lips, tightening around my cock. She sucked me hard and deep, taking me in all the way to the back of her throat.
I threaded my fingers through her hair and rocked on the balls of my feet. She positioned herself so she sat at the edge of the bed. Quinn put one hand on my ass and drew me in even deeper.
“Baby,” I whispered.
I wanted to take my time with her in the way I couldn’t the other night. This time, there was no chance the fucking paparazzi would find her. Her people would never come here. And my people knew enough to leave us alone. Everything else washed away. It was just Quinn and me and the sweet sounds she made as she gobbled me whole.
She quickened her pace, losing some of her finesse as her own lust gripped her. I loved it even more that way. She swirled her tongue around me and gently cupped my balls. They were so full, I ached from it. More. I wanted so much more.
Quinn drew back once a
nd met my eyes. She whipped her top off. Again, she hadn’t worn a bra. As her luscious tits popped out, I nearly lost it. Quinn went up on her knees and pulled me to her, opening her mouth wide.
I couldn’t hold back. Not for another second. With both hands gripping my ass, she sucked me with wild abandon, sending me straight over the edge.
When my balls seized up, she sensed it. She locked her lips around me and slid up and down the length of me. I came hard and deep, swaying on my feet. My knees buckled as my whole body was gripped in sweet release. Quinn took it all, not missing a drop. It felt like I might come forever. I wanted to.
As I spent myself, Quinn gently came off me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Now it was my turn to treat her right. I slid her jeans down as she kicked off her heels. She scrambled back on the bed. I grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, spreading her legs into a wide vee. I put her on display for me, loving the sweet scent of her and the way her juices flowed for me. She was swollen and ready. Licking my lips, I went for her sweet spot. As I held her legs far apart, I sucked and swirled her luscious little clit. Later, we’d have time to take it slow. Now, I just wanted to give her one of the most earth-shattering orgasms of her life.
It didn’t take long at all. I knew exactly what I was doing, how to draw her out, how to bring her to the edge and keep her there. She bucked and gasped, trying to get the friction she needed. But I controlled this ride. I teased her, flicking the tip of my tongue against her most sensitive spot. She twitched and quivered. Finally, when I knew she’d reached the top, I fastened my lips around her and sucked her gently. Quinn thrust her hips up and held them there. Her little bud went hard as her orgasm ripped through her. She got even more wet, more wild. Then she finally crested down.
Her legs went limp and I gathered her against me. I found the spot I liked, just beneath her earlobe and kissed her there. Quinn moaned and fit herself against me, her sweet ass pressed right against my cock.