His eyes burned with desire. “You go get pampered. Tomorrow, I’m taking you out. You’ll wear a skirt and no panties.”
I shivered. “Yes, please.”
He kissed me again. “And I’m not gonna fuck you tonight.”
“What?”
“Want you soaked for me tomorrow.”
“I’m always soaked for you.”
He gave me a slow, sexy smile. “You’re gonna be even wetter tomorrow.”
“Jesus, Knox, you don’t play fair.”
“I’m aware.” He kissed me again, then walked me out to my car. Stump was sitting on his bike in our driveway and gave us a chin lift as Badger opened my driver door. “Drive safe.”
I slid inside and nodded. “Love you.”
“Love you, too, baby.” He kissed me, then watched me back out and drive away.
Pulling up to Firefly, I climbed out of my car, waved to Stump, then walked inside and found Jasmine and Willow already in robes, waiting in the foyer.
“Am I late?” I asked.
“No, I was early,” Willow said.
Jasmine smiled. “I’ve been here since eight.”
“When you own the joint, work never stops,” I said.
“Exactly,” Jasmine said. “Olivia’s not here yet, so it’s all good. Come on back, I’ll show you where you can change.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll wait for Liv,” Willow offered.
“Sounds good,” Jasmine said. “We’ll open wine when she gets here. I have cider for you, Quin.”
“Thank you.” I sighed. “I cannot wait to be able to drink again.”
“I hear you.” Jasmine waved me to the back and we chatted while I changed.
Olivia arrived a few minutes later, and the rest of the day was spent giggling, gabbing, and enjoying everything a high-class spa offered. Jasmine ran a tight ship and she paid her employees well, which meant they were happy and bent over backwards to make their clients happy, even if they weren’t related to the owner.
All-in-all, it was a perfect day, and I arrived home relaxed and happy.
But still horny.
Which Badger refused to take care of.
Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. He refused to fuck me, but he offered to ‘take care of me.’
“I told you I was gonna make you wait for my dick,” he reminded me.
“Actually, you said you weren’t going to fuck me, but I swear to God, I will pull out my vibrator if you don’t give me some relief.”
He sighed, his eyes alight with mirth. “Some.”
I grinned, cupping him over his jeans. “Yes. Some. I’m not greedy”
“Well, that’s a lie.” Badger shook his head. “Not fuckin’ you tonight Quin. Go to the bedroom and take off your panties.”
I shivered. Kinsey was in bed, so I knew we had time. “What about the rest of my clothes?”
“Leave your shirt and bra on.”
“What? Seriously?” I was already soaked.
“Seriously.”
“Knox—”
“You want some relief from me or your pocket rocket?”
“You,” I grumbled.
He smacked my butt. “Go.”
I made a run for our bedroom and stripped everything off from the waist down. My T-shirt barely covered my ass, but I tied it at the waist anyway so nothing was in our way.
“Jesus, you’re sexy,” Badger hissed as he walked into our bedroom.
I grinned. “Want me to do my hair like Mary Ann’s?”
Badger had a weird obsession with Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island, and he swore it was because he thought I looked like her, but I wasn’t convinced. I think he’d been a horny kid watching reruns and that’s when it started.
“Fuck, baby, don’t say shit like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I intend to wait until tomorrow to fuck you.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Well, that’s a stupid idea.”
“Yeah, it is.” He sighed. “Bend over the bench, Quin.”
I clapped my hands and bent over the fabric bench that sat at the end of our bed. It was my favorite place for him to fuck me, because it meant he had full freedom of movement and could do it hard.
I heard the clang of his belt buckle as he undid his jeans and I glanced over my shoulder. “Do I get the belt?”
“Do you want the belt?”
“Ohmigod, yes, I want the belt.”
He chuckled. “Okay, baby, I’ll give you the belt.”
As he pulled the leather from his beltloops, I pulled off my T-shirt and bra and bent over the bench again.
“Oh, so this is what we’re doing?” he asked.
I grinned over my shoulder again. “Yes. You’re going to fuck me and enjoy it.”
The leather slapped against my ass and I squeaked, jumping slightly as the sting made me wet. “Spread, Quin.”
I spread and Badger ran the leather over my folds. “You like this?”
“So much,” I rasped.
He slapped the belt against my pussy and I whimpered with need, but was rewarded with the leather on my ass again. Two more swats and then his hand was between my legs and his fingers were inside of me. I dropped my head back with a moan.
“Fuck,” Badger breathed out and then his cock was inside of me and his hands were on my tits.
“Yes, baby,” I whispered, and pressed back against him.
He grasped my hips and rocked into me slowly, but I wanted none of it and reached around his body to smack his ass.
“Fuck, Quin.”
“It’s good, huh?”
“Not my jam,” he said. “Bend over.”
“Your dick says otherwise,” I retorted as I bent back over.
His hand connected with my right butt cheek and I smiled. “Mmm.”
He gripped my hips again, kicking my legs gently to spread them more, and then he moved. God damn, he moved, slamming into me, burying himself deeper and deeper as he slapped my ass and I cried out as I came, contracting my muscles around his dick to milk him of every ounce of his cum.
“Jesus,” Badger hissed and I felt his dick pulse as he finally lost his battle with his control.
He slid out of me and headed to the bathroom, while I grabbed my T-shirt and held it between my legs as I followed him. I grinned as I closed the distance between us and threw my shirt into the hamper. “You liked that.”
He chuckled. “I like anything you do to me during sex.”
“Can I stick my—”
“No,” he interrupted. “My asshole’s off limits.”
I shrugged. “Well, if you ever want to—”
“Seriously?”
“I’m open to trying anything with you, honey. You know that.”
He leaned down to kiss me. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good.”
Starting the shower, he pulled me in with him, then we crawled into bed and slept like the dead.
Quinlan
I SLIPPED MY little black dress over my head and shimmied it down my hips, zipping it up and checking my reflection in the mirror. Knox had demanded no panties, but I was seriously not sure I could accommodate. I’d never gone bare in public before. Hell, I’d never even gone to bed without underwear on, so this was extremely out of my comfort zone.
“You ready—? Fuck,” Badger said, and smiled. “You look beautiful.”
I bit my lip. “Are you sure? The waist’s a little tight, because, well, you know.”
“You are perfect.” He closed the distance between us, sliding his hand between my legs. “Good girl.”
I licked my lips. “It feels weird.”
“Good weird, or bad weird?”
“I don’t know yet.”
He grinned, kissing me gently. “I’ll make it worth your while, Welly, I promise.”
“I know you will.”
He pulled his hand from between my legs and licked his fingers. “Honey.”
“I’ll tak
e your word for it.”
“You should taste.”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m good. I like the taste of your dick and I don’t need anything different.”
“Fair enough.” He kissed me again. “You ready?”
“Um, I think so.”
“You’ll love it, I promise.”
“If it means your dick’s inside of me at the end of the night, I’m ready.”
“This is why I love you the most.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yep. You’re so fuckin’ romantic.”
I chuckled. “I love that you don’t take that for granted.”
“Come on.”
Kinsey was at the compound with my brother and Jasmine. Dash and Willow were there with their daughter Alfie as well. Plus, I had it on good authority that Badger and I would end up there before the end of the night. But for the moment, I was ready for something a little different, especially if it was dirty.
Badger drove us down Woodstock and parked in front of a little French bistro I’d heard amazing things about. “You’re taking me on a real live date,” I mused.
Badger chuckled. “Yeah, baby. What’d you think I was doing?”
“Honestly? I thought we were going through a drive thru and you were going to fuck me in a dark parking lot.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And you would be fine with that?”
“I was onboard with anything that got me your dick, honey. But, no, I can’t say I’d have been ‘fine’ with it.”
He chuckled. “Good to know.”
He slid out of the car, opened my door, and helped me out, keeping my body shielded should a wardrobe malfunction happen. He smiled, kissing me gently before taking my hand and leading me into the restaurant. We were seated in the corner by the window and Badger sat next to me, rather than across from me.
“We can’t talk like this,” I pointed out.
He slid his arm behind me, and leaned close enough to whisper, “No, but I can finger your pussy like this.”
I shivered. “Oh.”
The waiter came by and took our drink and appetizer order, and Badger moved his hand to my thigh, sliding it up and under my skirt, moving ever closer to my core.
I spread my legs slightly so he’d have better access and covered my lap with both the edge of the tablecloth and a napkin, hoping to hide his movements. His fingers brushed over my clit and I shifted slightly, goosebumps evidence of my shiver.
Badger smiled, leaning in to kiss my neck. “Don’t react.”
“Jesus,” I hissed out in a whisper as his fingers slipped inside of me.
“Here are your drinks,” the server said, arriving back at our table. Badger kept his hand exactly where it was, his palm pressing against my clit as his fingers swept my walls.
“Thank you,” I squeaked, as the server set a coke in front of me and a beer in front of Badger.
The server walked away and Badger pressed his hand harder against me and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him.
He pulled out and slapped my pussy before taking his napkin and wiping his hand. “I told you not to react.”
I wrinkled my nose. “What if I decided to jerk you off under the table? I bet you’d react as well.”
“Wanna bet?”
I bit my lip. “Yes, actually.”
His mouth stretched out in a slow smile. “Challenge accepted.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“But you’re going to take care of me, right?”
He cocked his head. “When have I ever not taken care of you?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “How do we start?”
“This was your idea, Welly.” He settled his forearms on the edge of the table. “I’m at your disposal.”
I could feel my face heat and I took a deep breath. “Do you have something to… ah… you know, clean up with?”
“Condom. Back left pocket.”
“Seriously? Why?”
He shrugged. “In case, I guess. I’ve carried one since I met you.”
“The cat’s kind of out of that bag, don’t you think?” I grumbled, sliding my hand into his back pocket.
He chuckled, kissing me gently.
Finding the foil packet, I slipped it out and tore it open under the table, shoving the empty wrapper back into his pocket.
I saw the waiter walking toward us so I took a deep breath and waited for him to set our appetizer in front of us before making a move toward Knox’s dick.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Enjoy.”
“We will,” Badger said. “Thank you.”
The waiter walked away and I moved my hand under the tablecloth, unzipping his jeans and sliding my hand under his waistband. His cock was already hard and I bit my lip as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft.
Badger smiled, taking one of the escargot and forking the meat out of the shell. I fumbled a little with the condom, but managed to slide it on with one hand, just as Badger fed me a savory morsel. I moved my hand up and down his cock, slowly at first, trying to make my movements as slight as possible. The last thing we needed was an arrest for indecent exposure in the middle of a French bistro.
“More?” Badger asked and I nodded, quickening my strokes as he fed me another snail.
“More?” I mimicked, my question far more weighted.
A quiet intake of breath was the only indication he gave me that I was affecting him, and I was impressed by his self-control.
“Yeah, Welly,” he whispered, and took another bite.
I moved then, quick and hard, and Badger lowered his head slightly as I stroked him.
“I really wish I could wrap my mouth around your cock,” I whispered, pumping faster and faster.
“Jesus,” he hissed, and I grinned. His body locked and then he let out a long, slow breath and I felt warmth flood the condom.
I moved my hand to the table and took a sip of my coke while he took the cocktail napkin and cleaned himself up as best her could. He zipped up his jeans, leaned over and kissed me quickly, then excused himself to find the restroom.
I stayed at the table, my pussy wet and wanting, waiting for him to return and hoping he’d finish what he started earlier.
He didn’t.
The food arrived at the table the second he came back, and the restaurant filled with people making privacy impossible. By the time we climbed back into the car, I was frustrated as hell.
“Quin?”
“What?” I ground out, and Badger smiled.
“You feeling a little needy, Welly?”
“Oh my god, Knox, you don’t play fair.”
“I couldn’t have a repeat of earlier, honey, you were practically pulling a Sally move in the middle of the restaurant.”
“Well, if Meg Ryan can do it, why can’t I?”
He laughed. “You might have a point.”
I squeezed my thighs together trying to get some relief, but it was no use, so I shimmied my skirt up and slid my hand between my legs.
“Holy shit,” Badger breathed out. “You seriously gonna fuck yourself right now?”
“Well, you didn’t get around to doing it, so desperate measures and all that shit.” I fingered my clit and then moved lower, sliding two digits inside of myself. “Oh, god,” I rasped as my fingers found home.
“Baby, wait. Please.”
I licked my lips, arching into my fingers. “No.”
“Jesus,” Badger hissed.
I palmed a nipple on the outside of my dress and could feel an orgasm building as we flew down the freeway toward the compound. I slapped my fingers against my clit, once, then twice, then slid my fingers back inside of myself, my palm rubbing deliciously against my clit as I pumped my hand faster and faster.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ crash your car if you keep doing that.”
“Pay attention to the road, Knox, and let me finish,” I panted out.
“Holy fucking Christ,�
� he hissed, and I smiled as my climax built.
I spread my legs a little more, pumping faster and faster, then cried out as an orgasm washed over me. It was beautiful.
Once I’d caught my breath, I adjusted my skirt, then leaned over, offering my fingers to Badger. He sucked one, then two into his mouth and licked them clean. “That was the sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I appreciate you not running my car off the road and killing us,” I said. “Although, I would have died somewhat satisfied.”
“Somewhat satisfied?”
I smiled at him, even though he was watching the road. “My hands will never replace yours, honey. I can never quite get myself off the way you can.”
“Thank god for small favors,” he retorted, and I chuckled.
It wasn’t long before we pulled into the compound parking lot, and Badger made his way to my side of the car to help me out. Guiding me out, he closed the door, then pushed me up against the side. “Brace, Quin.”
I pressed my hands against the top of the car as Badger positioned himself behind me. “Spread.”
I spread, and he hiked my dress up over my ass. I licked my lips as cold air rushed over my nether regions and I heard the swish of his zipper as he freed his dick from his jeans. He slid into me and I dropped my head back with a moan.
“Remember, baby, there are cameras everywhere,” he whispered.
“What?” I squeaked over my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, we’re in a blind spot.” His hand smacked my ass and I felt warmth flood my belly.
The fact that someone could walk out and see what we were doing was both intimidating and exciting, and I knew I was going to have to work to keep from coming too quickly.
“This is gonna be quick,” Badger warned, burying himself deep.
I moaned, rolling my head to the side as he slammed into me, up against the car, over and over again.
“Get there, Quin.”
“I’m there,” I rasped and he let out a quiet grunt as I exploded around him.
We stood against my car for a few minutes as we caught our breath and then he pulled out of me and I felt the evidence of his perfection between my legs. “I have tissues in my purse. Will you grab them for me, please?”
“Yeah.” He kissed my shoulder and grabbed my purse from the front seat, pulling tissues out of it and pressing them between my legs.
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