by Leah Holt
“Quinn, I don't think you understand how dangerous this really is.”
“Do you think that's going to scare me away?” He dug his hands into my thighs, forcing them open. Extending his arm to my throat, he pushed me against the wall. “Because it won't, it never will.”
A whimper fell from my lips as he turned my head to the side, teeth dragging over my neck. Tingles coursed through my veins, goosebumps jetting out over my entire body.
He was taking control of me, taking what he wanted.
And I was going to let him.
Whispering into his ear, I said, “I think you should be afraid of me.” My hands followed the lines of his corded abs, his cock fully engorged, pushing its fat tip into my lower belly.
A wicked chuckle left his mouth as he slid his cock up and down over my bare skin. “Maybe I should be... Or maybe that's what's driving me to you, making me crave you and nothing else.” Digging his thumbs into the creases where my hips met my thighs, a deep growl filtered through the air.
Breathing heavy, I grabbed his face. Pushing my lips onto his, our teeth hit briefly as our tongues wrapped together. The smooth muscles glided angrily over each other with the intense lust radiating between us.
I couldn't tell if it was the water or the electricity of us together that turned my skin boiling red. But all I wanted was him, since that first time our eyes met. He weakened my defenses, yanking down the cement wall I created to protect myself from the world I was bound to.
I didn't want to admit it—but I couldn't deny it anymore; Quinn had become the image inside my head, the dream that plagued me at night, the air I needed to survive.
Coiling my fingers around his roots, I ripped his head away. “Fuck me.” Licking my lips, I met his gaze.
His mind seemed to turn inside his head. Silence sat across his mouth, his brain taking in my demand. I felt his cock jump as prickles flooded his body, his chest lifting forcefully with each inhale.
My pussy was soaked in my own juice, I didn't want to wait anymore, he needed to be inside me.
The brief thought that my father could be home any minute flashed into my skull. A second of fear hit my stomach, the ball of knots loosening quickly as he curled two fingers into my heat, thumb tapping against my nub.
Slowly, he caressed my clit. My walls gripped his fingers, not wanting him to stop, not letting him remove them completely.
My juice dripped over his hand, as he pulled his fingers out quickly, and lifted them to his lips. “Mm,” he moaned, draping my cream over his tongue.
“Fuck me.” I demanded.
I was standing on my toes as he released my thighs, the loss of support causing me to sway. My legs were shaking and warm with need, gripping the wall, I regained my balance.
Quinn leaned out of the curtain, the reminiscent sound of a wrapper tearing broke into my ears. Turning to face me, his large cock now wrapped like a present.
All he needs is a bow, I thought to myself, giggling lightly under my breath.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing, just had a thought is all.” My eyes shifted from his cock to his face.
“Really? A thought?” His brow raised, unsure of where my smirk had come from. “Time to wipe that thought off your face,” he said, inching towards me, eyes smiling.
Yanking my wrists into one hand, he spun me around. The wet strands of hair whipped against his chest with a smack. Forcefully, he tugged my hands down into the small of my back, my ass lifting up on reflex.
“Let's see that smile now.” His lips brushed against my ear with his whisper, tingles dancing across my body as a gasp stole my voice.
The smooth swollen tip of his cock pressed against my pussy. Spreading me wide open, he slowly glided inside. My pussy tightened around him, squeezing harder the deeper he went.
Thrusting himself all the way, his balls hit my sweet spot. “Shit, Doll, your pussy's tight. Can you handle all of this?” His hand gripped my ass, digging into the tensed muscle.
Palming the cold tile, I moaned loudly as his pace quickened, each thrust being followed by the slap of wet skin.
Grunting with passion, his hand coiled inside my hair, snapping my head back as his cock drove deeper. My body became fuzzy as he pushed me to climax, thighs shaking, every piece of me writhing under his control.
“Fuck, Quinn! Mm.” Biting my lip, the teeth pierced the dampened skin. My pussy pulsed around his cock, milking him as I came.
“That's my favorite part, fuck,” he groaned, cock thickening inside me. With one final thrust he lost it, his body trembled against my back.
Even behind the condom I felt him shoot his cum, his length jolting inside me, throbbing as he filled it pulse after pulse.
Twisting to look up at him, his muscles were tensed as he let his head fall onto my shoulder. Breathing heavily, he held us both up against the wall.
If he had let me go in that moment, my knees would have buckled, and I would have dropped to the floor.
Lifting his head, he peered into my eyes. “Thanks for breakfast, babe.” Smiling, he chuckled under his breath.
Bursting out laughing, I turned to smack his shoulder. “Yeah, real sweet. You know just how to swoon a lady.”
Stepping back, Quinn glanced down, and his smile quickly vanished. “Fuck.”
“What?”
Holding his hand out, he gestured to his cock. “That.”
My heart stopped. I was staring at his cock, but not a covered, protected piece of his body... It was bare skin, the rubber rolled up, and wrapping the base of his shaft like a fucking cock ring.
“Fuck.”
“That's what I just said.”
Shifting my eyes between his face and his dick, I felt my nerves go into hyper-drive. The air suddenly became thick like smoke, clogging my lungs. The walls seemed to shrink, closing in around me.
No. No, no, no.
“What are we going to do, Quinn?”
“What do you mean? The condom broke, it happens. I'm sure it'll be fine.”
“You're sure it'll be fine, that's your answer?” Biting my thumbnail, I chewed it feverishly. “What if I get pregnant? Oh my God... What if I get pregnant?”
“If it happens, we'll figure it out. But don't go worrying about it yet, it might not happen.” Pulling me in, his massive size engulfed my body. Draping his finger down my cheek, Quinn lifted my chin. “There's something about you, Cadence. Something that keeps me wanting more, and nothing will push me away. Your father, a baby... Nothing.”
Batting my lashes, I stood speechless. His boldness kept words from forming in my brain, his touch left my skin aching for more.
Quinn had been everything I've wanted and nothing I expected.
I knew my father wasn't going to let this happen. He wanted me all to himself, for his own sick games to mess with my head. All my life he had his fingers tightened around a noose just for me.
But now, that was all going to change. I deserved to be happy, to live my own life. Why did I have to spend every day striving to keep him placid, keep him tamed enough to seem happy?
“Quinn, My dad is going to force you to fight for him. And if I get pregnant, he'll kill you. He won't let this happen.” Dropping my head, my fingers teased his elbows, eyes looking over the ink wrapping his arms.
Fire surged over his face, his lips thinned, chest puffing out. “He can't control everyone. And he certainly can't control me.” Grabbing my face, he forced me to look into his eyes. “And he won't control us.”
A calmness seemed to surge my body, easing every doubt, and fear that had come to life.
Quinn sounded so sure of himself, but he didn't know my father.
No one really knew my father; not like I did.
The strength of his fingers kept my eyes up, his gaze set firm. “You don't understand, my father is dangerous. And he always gets what he wants, Quinn, always.”
“I am not going to fight for him, it doesn't matter what he wants. The only
thing that matters is what I want, and that's you.”
For the first time ever, I felt safe, I felt untouchable in his arms.
Gripping my chin, he raised my lips to his, kissing me with such force that my heart beat deafening thumps inside my chest. The pounding silenced the horns from outside, the loud street below became non-existent, numbness took over and drowned out the world around me.
“Get dressed, I want to show you something,” he said, tossing me the blue towel hanging on the wall.
“What?” I asked.
“You'll see, just meet me outside in ten minutes.” He pulled his jeans over his hips, a subtle jump shook them into place. Small droplets of water still rested on his shoulders, holding on tight.
I watched one finally break free, trickling over his skin, and following the curves of muscles. I wanted to lick it off, taste it over my tongue before it disappeared.
Walking to the door, he closed it behind him. I heard his feet thudding across the floor, and the front door shutting with a bang.
Standing in the bathroom, curiosity began to wrap my belly.
What the hell could he want to show me?
Chapter Nine
Quinn
Leaning against the mailbox secured out front, I waited for Cadence. Nerves riddled my gut as I drove my hands into my pockets, and kicked the gravel at my toes.
The thought of her getting pregnant didn't scare me as much as it probably should. It was nothing compared to what I was about to share with her.
It was much easier to think of bringing life into the world then taking life from it. I was about to show her a piece of myself that had been mine, only mine, since I moved here.
And the past that came with it, the answer she was looking for.
The wind jostled my hair into my eyes, cocking my head to the side, I tossed it from my face. It was chilly out, the air crisp and sharp against my skin. Forcing my hands deeper inside my jacket, my neck pressed into the collar.
Come on, let's go. What the fuck is she doing?
Glancing at my phone, it was almost time, fifteen minutes till they started. My palms clammed up with sweat, a cold trickle of water sent a shiver through my bones as it traced my spine.
Wow, I haven't been this nervous since my first time in the ring.
What the fuck has this girl done to me?
I knew she did things to me that no woman ever had. She got my blood flowing, made my knees weak. And my cock harder than any other pussy I'd ever had.
Cadence, her body, even her fiery tongue when she got heated, made my muscles surge with electric sparks. If there wasn't something about her that stuck to me with such force, I would have fucked her and left her screaming for more without thinking twice about it.
But that's not what I felt.
And it never crossed my mind.
The rotting metal door swung open, her face retracting into the hood as the breeze hit her cheeks. Her smile heated my body, the white of her teeth shimmered with excitement.
Crossing the pavement, she walked towards me, eyes darting between the faces in the crowd around us.
I knew what she was doing, or should I say, who she was looking for. Her father.
What she didn't realize was I had already been keeping my eyes open for him myself, and he was still nowhere in sight.
“Took you long enough,” I said. Leaning off the mailbox, I straightened my back as she walked towards me.
“Where are we going?” she asked, wonder sitting on the shining blue eyes, peering up at me.
Fuck, those eyes.
They're incredible.
“It's a surprise, come on.” Nodding my head, I turned and started up the street.
“A surprise, huh? You don't strike me as the type of guy who deals in surprises.” Her hands were curled tight by her thighs, slinking up into her sleeves.
“Oh, no? Well there's a lot about me you don't know, Sweetheart. Here's your first lesson in the book of Quinn, don't ever assume anything about me.” Slanting my grin up towards my eyes, my lip curled playfully.
Giggling, she said, “The book of Quinn?” Her brows shot up, sarcasm resting in the back of her tone.
Her laugh sent my stomach into my throat, she was radiating standing beside me. Her nose was tinted pink at the tip from the cold wind. Her delicate form shivered in the breeze as gentle wisps of hair jetted out from under her hood, and tickled her skin.
And I knew where she belonged forever.
Right by my side.
Tugging my hand from my pocket, I curled my fingers into hers. Gripping tightly, I pulled her in closer, settling her into the spot carved out just for her. A gust of wind pushed her perfume into my nostrils, and it was intoxicating, sending the blood straight back into my cock.
I had her twice in less then twenty four hours, and all I could think about was yanking her into an alley and fucking her again. I wanted to make her hips sore, see her walk with a grimace from her cunt being beaten into oblivion.
Her fingers squeezed around mine, a small smile rested on her perfect lips. “Are we there yet?”
“Are you five?” The words filtered out between laughing, my mouth turning up to tease her.
Smacking my chest, she shot me a sideways glance. “You think you're funny, don't you?”
Shrugging my shoulders, my teeth bared brightly, eyes set forward. “Let's just say it wouldn't be the first time I heard that. So yeah, I'm pretty damn funny.”
Approaching a large set of steps with two metal railings decorating the edges, the door was adorned with a large white poster, two faceless figures intertwined each other in the center.
“Here we are.” Gripping the handle, I peeled open the door, and a loud suction-filled gust of air spilled out.
“What is this place?” she asked.
“It's where I spend my spare time. The other night, you claimed I wasn't ready to fight, and you had questions about me.” The door closed forcefully behind us, the loud clank of the bar fixing back into position echoed through the hollow room.
“Okay, but what is this, a gym?” Her gaze searched for a name, a sign, anything to tell her where she was.
“Not exactly, come see.” Pressing her shoulder forward, we walked down a corridor. There were two double doors resting at the end where muffled yells seeped out into the hall.
Turning the knob, the door swung inward, a rush of screams speckled with grunting and slaps hit our ears.
“What the hell is this?” Her face contorted over the picture before her.
“This is the youth M.M.A group.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned back on my heels.
Her eyes widened, still unsure of what I would be doing in a place like that. “And you do what here?”
“I volunteer with the kids. I've been fighting for a long time, Cadence, and since I can't get in the ring anymore, I do the next best thing, I teach them how to.”
Her jaw dropped to the floor, tongue practically hanging out like a panting dog. “Seriously? You volunteer here?”
“Yup, it gives these kids something to do, and I get to use what I know best, fighting.” Crossing my arms over my chest, my back became rigid. I had just shocked the shit out of her, and her face was priceless.
She thought she could peg me in a category fitted for those dirty scumbags she was used to seeing at the Ground Game.
I'm not what she thinks I am, I never was.
It was my promise to my best friend that brought me here.
This place had been my refuge.
Working for free didn't pay the bills, but being here gave me a sense of comfort. It gave my passion an outlet that wasn't actually fighting.
And to be honest, these kids could have ended up in a gang, running drugs, popping each other with a gun, or who knows what else.
For a few of these kids, I made a difference. I gave them the hope that they could do something with themselves, and taught them how to protect themselves without a weapon.
&nbs
p; This had been one of my secrets, and I felt compelled to share it with Cadence.
She needed to realize that as flawed as I was, there was one thing I was proud of.
I was proud to be here, in this place, with these kids.
“You have got to be shitting me? You teach these kids? Just because you want to?”
Shaking my head yes to each question, she stood in awe on top of the platform looking down.
There was about twenty kids, all varied in age. Punching bags hung from the ceiling, a couple of small practice rings divided the center. Sparring mats were sprawled around the room to practice floor maneuvers.
Watching the commotion below, we saw kids hitting the bags, while others took turns sparring with each other on the mat. Other coaches guided them in their moves, correcting positions, encouraging them to keep going.
From the corner of my eye, one of the coaches, a guy the kids called Sarge, sent a wave in my direction. Nodding my head up to the rafters, I said, “So, do you still think I'm an asshole?” My hands wrapped tightly around the bar anchored on the platform. “Maybe now you'll give me your number so I don't have to break in anymore.”
“I don't know what to think.” The muscles twisted in her face, barely a blink falling over her eyes. “Is this why you can't fight, because of this?” Her neck angled looking up, digging deep into my soul.
My tongue went numb, I knew she would ask again, still wondering 'why?'
Facing the kids, head trapped in a blank gaze, my mouth opened, trying to force it out. I wanted to tell her the story I've kept inside. The demon of my past, the boiling fire of my gut.
The reason I went ape shit on Steel.
Her delicate fingers traced my knuckles, their tender feel sliding over my wrist and up my arm. With that single act the story flowed off my lips like hot lava.
She needed to hear it, I needed to say it, Cadence deserved to know.
“It was almost three years ago. I used to fight professionally, and was really good at it too. I'd been making my way up the scene, taking out guys as easy as it would be to steal fucking pudding from the elderly. Back then my drinking was... In its prime, I guess.” Waving off the last sentence, I kept going. “One night I went out and got really fucking wasted. I was supposed to have a huge match the next day.” Pausing, I forced air into my lungs; the hot oxygen soaking into my chest like sharp pinpricks.