by Mia Madison
“I can't take it.” I howl into the wood.
“Oh, you can take it,” Quint croaks and his thumb slides into my channel making me shudder.
I feel that rise of pleasure move into my channel, gathering and growing inside my core. I'm about to explode and I can't hold back. One more...
His tongue slides across my agonized clit and I lose it. The pleasure fountains through my center and rushes up my limbs to the ends of me, out through my pores while I shiver and scream with the intense release of pleasure.
“Oh my god,” I moan into the wood over and over. Sensations of tingly delight continue running up my body.
“Now you're ready,” Quint husks into my ear.
I was so out of it for a moment, so up there in the clouds, in the multicolored luminous sky where there's nothing but light and bliss, I didn't notice him rise up from the floor behind me. He leans over me, his burning hot swells of muscle lining my back.
His hand loosens his belt and zipper and all the breath rushes out of me. I'm going to have his huge cock filling me and there's nothing I want more in the world. I thought I was completely spent but the hunger rises in me again, the need to feel him inside my body outstripping all other feeling.
“Quint.” I whimper.
“Yes, baby?” He husks.
Oh my god I was about to say the most ridiculous thing. Because that's how a great orgasm makes you feel – like you've fallen head over heels in love.
“Open your legs for me,” he grits into my ear.
I do immediately as he says and his hard pole slides between, driving a parting through my slickness. It's all I can do not to start moaning and thrashing my head side to side again, I want him so badly. The head is huge in my hollow and I pump lightly over the round top, urging him on.
Quint needs no urging, his ridged stomach is burning against my lower back, We're both electrically charged with heat and only one thing can release it. When he thrusts forward, my lips part, my tight mouth opens for him and he slides all the way along the length of me dragging a new sensation of utter pleasure with every inch of his lunge. I cannot believe how good he feels as his wide girth pushes me apart, presses at my walls until they stretch to their fullest extent and I'm finally satiated.
When he's filling me, buried all the way to the root, he holds a moment for us both to experience the heady rush of being so tightly connected. Then he slides all the way out so his head again teases circles in the hollow of my entrance. He's driving me to distraction before he shoves inside, again forcing the fullest sensation. I start moaning and bucking on him, needing him harder.
He lets out a low feral chuckle of glee, but doesn't disappoint. The pace of his jabs picks up, his hands clasp my hips to pull me back onto him, driving his length deeper into me. I'm panting hard with the effort of building the lust and when it finally explodes it's bigger than I could have imagined. We lie there across the bar, both panting, Quints hot breath in my hair, in my ear.
“You are incredible, my Baby,” he rasps.
Chapter FOURTEEN
Quint
I don't ever want to move from where I'm at right now, caging Edie's spine. She's sprawled across her bar with me bent over her, resting there but not offloading my weight onto her, obviously. Spent as I am, I'm strong enough to support my legs and I'm not gonna crush her under me. Just enough to let her know she's mine now. All mine.
When her thighs start to tremble though, I rise up and lift her. She reaches out for me as she turns to face me but before she takes me, I pick her up in my arms like a fucking bridegroom, if you can believe that, and head for the stairs. She entwines her forearms around my thick neck and lays her head down on my shoulder, exactly where she belongs.
It feels so natural I can't believe we haven't been doing this all along. How was I ever friends with Edie when I could have had so much more? The difference in our ages now seems negligible. We're just two people that want to be together.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs and writhes herself into my chest, getting comfortable, settling in.
“You're amazing,” I grit out, making sure not to bang her head on the sidewall of the narrow staircase, or catch her toes anywhere.
She feels like such a precious cargo in my arms, something I want to protect from bullets and beatings. I don't want her to ever experience one moment of hurt. She belongs to me and it's my task to keep her safe and happy. Truth is, it's no chore at all, it would be my honor to have her in my arms like this for as long as we live.
She laughs lightly and I hear the timbre of happiness in her throat. That in turn sends a warmth through my chest, just knowing she's content. I've made her happy again, after all she's been through. After almost being responsible for getting her killed. Christ, I have to take care of this situation once and for all, like I should have done back in New York instead of taking off and running away like a little pussy.
I may never forgive myself for getting Edie into this. It's up to me to get both of us out of it now.
I find the way to her bedroom without asking. The apartment above the bar is very small but cozily decorated in that retro style girls like now. I'd never think of that as décor but it makes me feel comfortable, like I'm back with the grandmother that raised me when my mother died. I tap the half open door with my foot, pushing it back, and carry her into the small space. Then I gently lay her down on the high bed, all piled up with different shaped and covered pillows.
Her arms cling to me, refusing to release my neck, so I'm pinned.
“I'm not going anywhere, Baby,” I grunt.
“Damn right, you aren't,” she says, back to the usual Edie, I guess.
That makes me smile, that's the girl I love. She pulls me down so I go tumbling on top of her and have to break my fall before I crush her with my weight.
“Don't get any ideas about pulling one of your vanishing acts,” she says, laughing so happily my heart warms.
“You'd have to take a shotgun out to get me to git,” I say.
“Don't think I wouldn't either,” she says and pulls my head so my mouth covers hers in a deep kiss that could go on all night.
Finally she releases me and I roll over to the side of her, but even though we're skin to skin, she isn't close enough. I wrap an arm around her waist to tug her closer into me.
She again nustles herself up until she finds her comfortable space against my chest wall and I can feel the smile spreading from her lips right through her body and across her back. Her ass settles on my wood, finally relaxed at only half mast, it fits perfectly along the length of her crack. She's soaked and her nectar covers my cock, making me realize something.
“Christ, baby, I didn't use a condom,” I gruff.
“Hmmm,” is her only response.
She doesn't seem upset, if anything it's the opposite. She also refuses to release me when I shift to go find her a towel to clean her up with. Her hands grip around my forearms, preventing me from getting up from the bed.
“Truth is I don't think I even own any,” I say. “I'll have to rectify that situation now.”
She better know this is happening again. And again and again. I can't imagine ever filling myself up with Edie. Her hands relax their tight hold and she toys one fingertip along the length of ropy muscle and tendon in my thick forearm – one of the strongest parts of my body thanks to constant hammering it out with iron and making sure the iron loses.
“It's okay,” she says, her voice all kitteny like I've never heard Edie speak before.
She's normally so direct and in command. I like this side of her. It's the part of her that's only mine. Only I get to see and hear Edie in her girly persona. Only I get to wrap both thick arms around her like the steel bands I'm constructing to hold the slats of a bathtub. I can't stop squeezing her, wanting her closer even though we're lined from neck to thigh. Even though her legs are all entwined around mine so I can't tell where hers end and mine begin.
This is the stranges
t feeling and it could easily become addictive. I can't help but wonder whether she had this with Chad. I'm not gonna break the mood by asking and bringing that douche into bed with us, but it pisses me off to think she might have had this before. I've only had her, ever, in my life and I want to be the only one for her as well. The one and only.
“I've never felt like this before,” I tell her, inhaling the herbal scent in her soft hair.
“Hmmm,” she murmurs again, wriggling her butt against my wood.
I can tell that's a move she likes to pull and damn, it's successful. Every time those round cheeks sway side to side, I come close to losing my mind.
I'm waiting to hear whether she's going to go further. Ask me what I feel, tell me what it is for her. I've got the strangest need to have her tell me she's mine. Not that she has a choice in the matter. She's claimed now and I possess her but I want to hear her say she's not thinking about that other guy any more. That his entire being has been blasted out of her like a power washer eradicating ugly graffiti from a brick wall.
Her body has gone limp in my arms and now her breathing is deep and soft with the tiniest little snore. She's dropped out of this world and I guess that's a good thing. That she feels safe enough with me to fall asleep with no fear that any mobster is coming to break her rest.
I lie awake feeling how her soft curves mold into my hard swells and ridges. How the aroma of her is like a day in spring, all sweet and warm. I listen to her calm breathing and keep guard over her all night.
Chapter FIFTEEN
Edie
I wake slowly, rising up through a miasma of contentment knowing I've slept the most peaceful sleep of my life. And then a thrust of irritation throws me into the day. The vacancy in the bed behind me is obvious, when I was expecting those steel band arms circling me so tightly my breasts spilled over his solid forearms.
Without sharpening my hearing, I know for sure Quint isn't in the washroom or making me coffee. He's gone. He actually has left me in the middle of the night and pulled another of his vanishing acts.
The soft light of dawn is just coming through the curtains no one closed last night and I know it's very early. He didn't even stay the night. Just waited until I was asleep then snuck out like a criminal. I bunch up the floral coverlet in my fingers, tearing at it then clutching it to my chest to stop the mixed emotions swelling up.
“You're so incredible, you're so amazing, Edie...what a bunch of baloney bull,” I say as I hurl the cover away and climb out of bed.
“I will not cry. I will not rage. I will not feel anything.”
I'm momentarily surprised by my nakedness when I'm usually all snuggled up in PJs for bed. It brings to mind the seriously hot time I had with Quint last night. Especially him tearing my jeans down my legs and then – oh god. I get in the shower, still chattering to myself. If there was anyone around they'd think I was the crazy lady, all that's lacking in my life is the fifty cats.
“I'll be just like him. Unable to feel. Locked up in a cell of my own making.”
I pull out a floral dress instead of my usual uniform of jeans and shirt. That's okay, time for a shake up in my life. Plus it's easy to throw over my head then head downstairs to tidy the bar. I ran out so fast last night, heading to Foxworth for a showdown with Quint, I neglected my usual duties. And, oh crap, my car is still out there. How the hell am I supposed to get it back?
“If Mr Disappearing Act had stuck around I could have ridden out with him,” I say to the glass I'm polishing like it's covered with soot. “Now I don't know what the hell I'm going to do.”
I just don't get it and not getting it makes me madder. He said what we had was fantastic. He held me in his arms like I meant something. I may be much younger than him, but I know when a man holds me with feeling. The way Quint embraced me was like no other man I've ever known, including the one I lived with for two years.
“Damn,” I yell as a glass I slam down onto the counter a little too fiercely cracks along the length. “Why couldn't he be straight with me?”
I can imagine what happened.
He woke up in the night and freaked out to find himself still in my bed. Then he got to wondering how we'd face each other in the morning, tousled and not looking as good as we looked the night before. In my case at least. I can't imagine Quint ever looks anything other than god-like.
Now I don't have Quint as a friend and I don't have him as my lover either. But if he had regrets, I wish he'd shared them because now I've lost on both sides. Knowing each other so long and sharing plenty of past secrets, it was clearly a bad idea to sleep together.
I get that we should never have done it except that I'm finding it hard to maintain the sense of regret and not only because I feel so put back together. So complete after going without a man in my bed for so long.
The door being opened and closed makes me look up. I should have locked it behind me when I took out the trash. It's the stranger – the one whose name I still don't know, the one who sends the wrong kinds of shivers up my spine.
“Howdy,” he says and it comes out sounding unnatural from him.
“Hi. I'm not open yet.”
“I'm not drinking,” he says with a leer. “I came to ask whether you'd have time for a bartender's vacation.”
“Sorry?”
“You and me having a drink together. After hours.”
“Oh. Like a date?”
“Exactly like a date.”
“I'm er -”
Damn, what can I say to blow him off? I'm not usually coy with men but I'm sure this one's a killer.
“I don't even know your name.”
Does that work?
“Baron. And you're Edie, am I right?”
“I, yes I am.”
Christ, yesterday I'd have been up for a date and more with the dude, but now, there's only one man I want at my bar and in my bed. I stare out the window and see Dallyce emerging from the five and dime store across the street.
“Ohmigod, I have to go,” I bluster.
“Go to where?” he says in that accent that sounds menacing now.
“Sorry, I'm in a rush to see my friend. Can we talk later?”
I hustle him out the door and lock up. Dallyce isn't a friend at all, I barely know her from the times she's come in with Shea. But she's a good girl and she'll cover me. I'm sure she'll let me hitch a ride out to Foxworth. I need to get away from this guy with the weird accent that won't leave me alone.
“Dallyce,” I call as she's about to climb into Shea's truck.
She looks around then waves.
“Hi, Edie.”
“Sorry, I have to go,” I repeat.
Baron, if that really is his name, frowns then remembers himself and forces a grin.
“See you later tonight,” he says with a grimace. How did I ever find this guy remotely attractive?
I dash across the street to where Dallyce is waiting by the truck door.
“Can you give me a ride to the ranch?” I plead.
“Oh sure, are you visiting Quint again?” she asks.
I climb up and scoot over then lift her packages in so she can pull herself up.
“News travels fast,” I say with a chuckle.
“Oh, we weren't gossiping, promise,” she says. “Shea's been waiting for Quint to get around to asking you out. Ever since I met him he's insisted it's clear as night and day that you two were made for each other.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely. It's so nice that Quint finally has someone. He's a bit of a lone wolf but he's such a nice guy. And so dedicated to his work which is amazing.”
“Yes it is. I mean he is.”
“And you know, it's really nice being with a guy that much older. They're just more like real men, don't you think?”
“Hmmm.”
I can hardly believe what she's telling me and I let her chatter all the way out to the ranch while I look out the window, interjecting agreement enough that she keeps talki
ng while I think about what she told me.
Despite that admission, it doesn't detract from the fact that whatever Quint make have secretly felt for me, he's now gone into regret mode. The old male fright and flight. By the time Dallyce stops the truck close to the ranch hand's cabins, I've worked myself back up into a fury.
“Thanks Dallyce, I owe you.”
“No problem, it was nice to have a girl's talk for once.”
“Yeah it was.” I feel a bit guilty for not doing much of the, but she seems happy so I stalk across the yard straight into the forge. I'm pulled up short by he sight of Quint wearing only his low slung black jeans and completely shirtless.
He has an apron tied around his chest but where he's bent over into the fire, his back is revealed all flexing as he bangs ferociously at the red hot iron in the fire. His biceps flex and bulge with every hammer and he's covered with a sheen of glistening sweat. He really is the hottest man on the planet and not because he's half buried into a firepit. The pulsations begin and a needy ache inserts itself between my thighs.
“Hey, you,” I call and Quint startles.
His shoulders flex with a surge of power as he stands up to straight and turns to face me. Black smears of soot line his bare chest so he looks like some kind of ripped gladiator warrior. I could swoon if I wasn't so mad at him.
“You know you've got more disappearing acts than Chris Angel.”
Chapter SIXTEEN
Quint
Seeing her here, out at the ranch again for the second day in a row makes my heart swell, and what she does to my cock is beyond belief. She looks stunning, her cheeks all pink from the pounding last night, her hair is tousled and she's wearing a cute little dress. I've never seen Edie in a dress, looking so young but also like a real sexy woman, with her curves nicely highlighted and the tops of her breasts visible in the low cut bodice.
She's a sight for the most jaded gaze and I can't stop the grin spreading across my face as I reach for the rag to wipe the sweat off my chest and shoulders. She's gaping at my chest like she's shocked to find me at the forge only half-dressed. She ought to know me well enough to know that I don't do protective gear. I like to be bare at much as possible. It highlights the connection to whatever I'm doing.