by Lane Hart
“I’ll do that,” I reply as Reece gets to his feet and slaps me on the shoulder. Without another word, he heads towards the basement, and I get up to take my coffee mug into the kitchen and wash it out.
When I start to leave the kitchen, I find the prospect lurking just outside the doorway. His back was against the wall; but after he sees me, he straightens up like he’s going to follow me downstairs.
“What do you want?” I ask him.
“Ah, nothing. Torin said I’m supposed to hang around and see if you need anything.”
“I need you to back the fuck off me,” I tell him seriously. “I don’t want or need a babysitter. So, if I spot you standing less than a hundred feet away from me, I’ll kick your ass.”
“Okay,” he agrees with a shrug, like it’s no skin off his ass. And it’s probably not. He didn’t ask to be my bitch. “Just find me if you need something.”
The kid just wants to be helpful and do what it takes to get his damn patch. I remember those days.
“Look, I’ll bring you a grocery list later. Think you can handle that?”
“Absolutely,” he agrees with a grin.
Chapter Nine
Quincey
Last night was exactly what I needed. Enough orgasms and alcohol to wash away all thoughts of adult responsibilities and the reminder that I’m single, unemployed and crashing at my best friend’s place because I’m also homeless.
It takes me a minute to figure out what woke me up. I’m guessing it’s either Ian’s hand between my legs or his hard dick trying to slide in from behind. Peyton was right, bad boys are so much better at sex than good guys. There’s only one small problem. Bad boys are better because they take what they want hard and fast.
“I’m still a little sore,” I complain, half asleep with a hangover headache threatening in my temple.
“I can’t say I’m surprised. And I’m sure as fuck not going to apologize,” Ian’s deep voice rumbles as his teeth nip at my ear lobe.
“No apology necessary,” I say since last night I got to be the first woman he fucked in years. “But I’m sort of hungover, and my brains are all fucked out. You’ll need to find someone else to bang today, buddy. My lady parts are closed for business.”
“Good thing your mouth works just fine,” he says before I find myself flat on my back. Ian quickly straddles my shoulders completely naked with his long, hard shaft bouncing in front of my face. “No hands,” he adds.
It’s impossible to resist this sexy as hell man, especially when he gets all demanding and checks off all the alpha boxes that turn me on. Last night was the first time I realized I liked that sort of thing since none of my previous lovers ever took control. I was always the one to make the first move, to pursue them. It’s a nice change of pace to be with a strong, confident man who isn’t even a tiny bit insecure. But then again, why would he be? Ian has gorgeous, blue eyes deep enough to drown in, he’s thick and muscular with the build of a heavy-weight champ, and he has a dick that’s big enough to have its own zip code. Clint would be so jealous that Ian’s three times his size.
Remembering I have a job to do on that beautiful swollen appendage, I stick my tongue out to lick a few slow circles around his crown. Apparently, Ian’s been awake for a while, because he smells and tastes of soap confirming he’s already had a shower.
“Enough teasing. Suck me already,” he demands with an authoritative growl that makes me instantly wet, so I open my mouth wide for him to slip inside.
For the next few minutes, I give him my best oral skills, ones that happened to work great and produced quick results on Gabriel last night, but instead of enjoying it, Ian just looks…frustrated the whole time. His face is tight as he watches his length disappear past my lips over and over again, faster and faster until my jaw starts to ache and yet I don’t even taste a hint of his arousal.
Ian
Despite how long and well Quincey sucks me, I can’t seem to get off. I can’t stop thinking about Gabriel and how his mouth feels even better. He could deep throat and swallow around my shaft like a goddamn pro until I came so hard, I’d temporarily go dumb, deaf and blind.
No more of that, though, no matter how good it was. It was just a matter of desperation and convenience. I don’t need that shit anymore from him, and I never should’ve gone down that road. Despite how good I felt in the afterglow, it was nothing compared to the mountains of shame that followed. In my head, I could always hear my father yelling slurs at me. When I was a boy and I did something he didn’t approve of, because it wasn’t macho enough for him, he would tell me I was acting like a sissy, a pansy, or the worst insult of all – a faggot.
Great, now I’m about to lose my goddamn boner thinking about that jackass.
“Fuck it,” I say as I pull my dick free from Quincey’s lips.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I lie as I take my dick in my hand and give it a few hard pumps. What am I going to tell her? That a man has apparently ruined me for all future blowjobs? No fucking thank you. If anyone in the MC finds out, I’m probably gonna be kicked to the streets, which is a risk I can’t afford to take. I’m lucky as fuck that the Kings had an apartment ready for me and a job at Avalon. Without them I would have nothing.
And you know what Quincey has that Gabe doesn’t? Tits. Big beautiful ones.
“God, I’ve missed the hell out of these,” I tell her when I slide backward on her chest, sitting on Quincey’s waist to grab two handfuls of her perfect heavy titties. I squeeze them before leaning down to lick and suck on each nipple, making her moan. Pressing the wonder twins together, I run my tongue up and down the center until they’re good and wet, then I slide my hard cock right in between them. When the tip of my dick thrusts toward Quincey’s mouth she sticks her tongue out to lap up the drops of pre-cum from my slit each and every time.
“Fuck, yes,” I tell her, loving the way her soft tits and mouth feel on me.
And finally, after what feels like forever, my balls tighten and my dick jerks as my release explodes out of me, coating Quincey’s chest with ropes of my cum.
I know I should clean her up; but before I can, a stupid, ridiculous thought hits me. If it was Gabe underneath me instead of Quincey, he would’ve used his finger to wipe up and lick every drop of me like I’m his favorite fucking dessert.
Fuck, I’ve got to get him out of my head.
After I go get a rag from the bathroom to clean Quincey up, the two of us lay on our backs in a heavy, awkward silence. What if she knows I was thinking about a guy and that’s why I couldn’t finish in her mouth? Can she see the guilt? I swear my cheeks burn like our dirty secret is tattooed right the fuck across it. Tattooed by Gabe, who is an amazing artist, probably the best I’ve ever seen…
Fuck, I have to stop having these kinds of thoughts. I just don’t know how. It feels like the walls of the room are starting to close in on me. The nice, comfortable apartment at the Savage Asylum, surrounded by Kings, is suddenly even more constraining than my six-by-eight prison cell because of my indiscretions.
“I need to get the fuck out of here,” I mutter aloud while scrubbing my hands over my face.
“Yeah,” Quincey agrees on a sigh. “I should…I should probably get going.”
No. Fuck no. She can’t leave. How am I supposed to keep myself from pushing Gabe down to his knees if there’s no one around to stop me?
“I’m not finished with you yet,” I tell her as I roll to my side to clutch her throat, running my thumb down it before moving my palm to one of her breasts. “Stay with me for a few days.”
“A few days?” she repeats.
“Yeah. Days,” I say when I prop my head up on my bent elbow.
“I thought we agreed that this was just a one-night stand,” she says when she rolls her head toward me.
“So, you weren’t too drunk to remember that conversation. Good,” I tell her. “Let’s just make one night into two or three,” I suggest as
I stroke the pad of my thumb around and around her nipple until it’s hard enough to cut through glass. “You can’t fucking deny we’re damn good together.”
“No, I can’t deny that,” she agrees with a grin. “But I need to be looking for a job and a place to live…”
“I’ll pay you to keep spreading your legs for me,” I joke with a grin.
Laughing at that, Quincey says, “I may have to take you up on that if nothing else pans out.”
“Stay,” I say again seriously when I roll over on top of her, as if I can hold her hostage with my bigger body riding hers. “I promise to give your pussy a break for the rest of today. What do you say we get out of here for a little while? Let’s go for a ride.”
“A ride on your bike?” she asks.
“Yeah, my bike. The job hunting can wait a few days, because I’m not letting you leave until you ride my cock at least a few times.”
“I guess I can postpone real life for a few days,” she agrees. “So, where are we going?”
“I need to see the beach,” I tell her. “Need to remind myself I’m no longer in anyone’s cage.”
Quincey borrows a swimsuit, shorts, top and flipflops from Cynthia, and then we’re off. There are several public beach accesses around the clubhouse, but I prefer one that’s less popular because it’s surrounded by massive oceanfront residences.
As soon as I park my bike in the empty gravel lot and kill the engine, I inhale the salty air of the ocean. It’s an acquired scent, one that some love and others hate. To me, the ocean air smells like one of the most beautiful places in the world…like home. I can feel all the tension in my neck and shoulders melting underneath the warmth of the glaring sun.
“Fuck, I missed this place,” I tell Quincey as I climb off my bike and stare out over the dunes to where the waves are crashing gently on the shore.
“I’ve always loved it, too,” Quincey agrees. She takes my hand and begins leading me down the path towards the shore. “I’ll always be a beach-girl at heart. It’s my favorite place in the world.”
When we get down to the sand, Quincey picks out a spot to spread the towel she’s carrying, and then sheds her t-shirt and sits down in the red bikini she borrowed, stretching her legs out in front of her. She pats a small space on the towel beside her, and I sink down with a grunt.
“Thanks for bringing me out here,” she says after a few moments of silence.
“Thanks for coming with me. I like being around you. I haven’t felt comfortable in a long time. Years, really. I don’t know what it is, but just being near you makes me feel…easy, peaceful. That probably doesn’t make any sense, I’m rambling.” I grit my teeth to shut myself up as Quincey smiles at me and then leans her shoulder into my arm.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” she tells me as her hand finds mine. “You make me feel good too, and I don’t just mean in bed. I haven’t felt excited about being with someone in a long, long time.”
“That’s crazy. Guys should be tripping all over themselves to talk to you,” I snort, giving her a long meaningful gaze down her body as she reclines in the sand.
She squeezes my hand affectionately and laughs. “Maybe they do, but I just wasn’t noticing. I was in a long-term relationship until just recently. Coming out to your party was my ‘welcome back’ to single life.”
“You just got out a relationship?” I prompt her.
“Yeah, I just broke up with my last boyfriend a few days ago.”
“Well, now you have to tell me more,” I grin down at her. “Remember, I haven’t heard a women’s point of view on anything in quite a few years. What happened?”
“I was working as a paralegal for an Assistant United States Attorney in Raleigh. We had been dating for quite a while and were living together. I was doing some cleaning when I found the ring…” Quincey trails off, as her gaze lingers out over the ocean.
“Damn, he was getting ready to ask you to marry him? So, what was the problem?”
“You want me to be completely honest?” Quincey asks when she turns her gaze back to me.
“Always, yeah, of course.”
She lets out a sigh and then says, “There was no real passion in our relationship. He had a…problem, down there, you know…” she cuts her eyes towards my crotch, raising her eyebrows meaningfully. “He had a micro-penis, which wouldn’t have been a complete deal-breaker,” she rushes to add, “if he just would have, you know, taken care of me in other ways.”
“You’re telling me that he had a tiny dick, and he didn’t find any other way to please you?”
“Yeah, exactly! When I saw the ring, I just imagined all my hopes and dreams of a family, of children, of a life together. And while I want all of those things…I also want passion, to be desired, and to be…” Quincey trails off with an exasperated sigh.
“To be fucked senseless whenever possible?” I supply.
“Yes!” she blurts out with a blush rising in her cheeks. “I want…well, what you gave me, Ian. I can’t believe I’m getting embarrassed after what you and I have done, but I’m just saying, is it too much to ask for your man to go down on you? My ex, he never gave me…he never made me feel like you have. I was scared of leaving him, worried that I was making the wrong decision, but after being with you…I know now what I was missing. I never would have been truly happy.”
“Well, I’m glad you made the leap,” I tell her. I pull my hand from hers, then wrap my arm around her to pull her close.
“My dad always told me to be brave enough to pursue my dreams, to be bold no matter what comes,” Quincey says as she scoots closer to me. “I haven’t told him about the break-up yet, or that I got fired and kicked out of the house.”
“Wait, the micro-dick fired you when you broke up with him? Man, you’ve got it as bad as I do right now. Set loose into the world and having to figure things out again from scratch. We’re two of a kind, you and I.”
“It’s a beautiful thing that we found each other, isn’t it?” Quincey whispers as she raises her lips to mine. The kiss ignites an instant fire in both of us, and my hand trails up her leg, over her hip, and across her belly as she moans softly against me. I’m just about to pull the flimsy scrap of fabric covering her breast out of the way and attack her glorious tits when the sounds of laughter further down the beach cause us both to pause.
Quincey giggles as she pulls her bikini back into place, glancing down the beach to the families playing in the distance. “Come on, Ian, let’s take this party somewhere else. I don’t mind an audience, but I think there are some children down there.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” I grin. It’s so beautiful and simple, and it just came to me as though the ocean tossed the idea up onto the shore. “You need a job. The Kings have got me all set up with work, and I know just what we can do to help you, too. Come on, let’s go for another ride.”
Without waiting for an answer, or for her to ask any questions, I pull Quincey to her feet, hand her the towel and her t-shirt, and stride through the sand back to my bike. This is going to be perfect. I’m absolutely certain of it.
Chapter Ten
Gabriel
Even though a ton of great contractors have been hired to handle the rebuild of Avalon and Savage Ink, I need something to keep me busy, to get me away from the noises coming from Ian’s room.
That’s why I find myself elbow deep in paint for hours, creating a spontaneous mural on the largest open wall, the one people sitting in any one of the three tattoo chairs will be staring at for hours.
The only time I stop working on the massive Japanese style dragon is when my phone dings.
A hot chef on Grindr has been hitting me up all morning, asking if I want to meet tonight over in Morehead City to have dinner with him. Since he’s the first person on the app to ask for an actual date instead of a hookup, I even consider telling him yes.
I’m not sure if anyone’s ever been interested in me, all of me, not just my mouth or body.
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sp; Last night with Quincey didn’t count. I’m pretty sure she was drunk and that she only touched me because Ian told her to.
I still don’t know what the fuck he was playing at by making her do that, and I really don’t care. It’s time for me to move on and stop waiting around for something that is never gonna happen with him.
The problem is, I didn’t realize just how difficult that would be now that he’s out of prison and can waltz right through my fucking door anytime.
Like right now.
“What the fuck?” Ian shouts when he barges into Savage Ink like his ass is on fire.
And seeing him out of the blue, here with me now, in person without the orange jumpsuit is so jarring, I can’t even speak.
God, I’ve missed that asshole.
“What the hell happened to your shop?” he asks as he stalks toward me. The little bubble of happiness at seeing him gets popped when Quincey comes in right behind him.
“The studio and Avalon burned down when we got hit a few months ago,” I say before I go back to painting the red scales on the dragon’s stomach. “So, we rebuilt.”
“Hit?” Ian snaps.
“Yeah. My shop and Avalon both got bombed by an angry Russian.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me about that?” he shouts.
