Fireline

by Annabel Allan

  ‘No one said love was easy,’ I said with a little smirk.

  ‘Another reason I stayed away from it,’ he said, turning and taking my waist in his hands, pulling me onto his lap. ‘Of course, you had to change all that.’

  ‘Oh yeah, it’s all my fault,’ I said. ‘You see, I’m actually a witch and performed a love spell which made me irresistible to you and now you belong to me.’

  He frowned. ‘Very funny.’

  ‘Hmm,’ I said, kissing him lightly. ‘You overthink things. You should just go with the flow.’

  ‘That’s what I’ve been trying to do,’ he said. ‘I fucked that up pretty good.’

  ‘So... you want a plan?’ I asked.

  He nodded. ‘Yes.’

  ‘OK...’ I said, thinking. ‘You go back to work tomorrow, so today you should stay in bed with me and we’ll screw around, like we usually do. I actually have a surprise for you. I was planning on giving it to you last night, but you had to be a jerk.’

  ‘What kind of surprise?’ he asked.

  ‘A sexy one,’ I said. ‘One I know you’re going to like.’

  ‘Can I have it now?’ he asked.

  ‘Are you going to stop being a jerk?’ I asked.

  He frowned. ‘All right, I’ll stop being a jerk.’

  ‘Good,’ I said, pleased with myself. I got up, grabbing his hand before I led him back to the bedroom. ‘Get on the bed.’

  He did as I said. I walked to the closet, digging into my gym bag and bringing out a box. I got on the bed, sitting on my knees.

  He looked the box over, reading what was on it. ‘The Triple Frenzy Rabbit.’

  I smiled. ‘Dani and I went into a sex shop. She helped me pick it out.’

  I could see the excitement in his eyes. ‘Have you used it yet?’

  I shook my head. ‘I was saving it for when you got home. I knew you’d love to use it on me.’

  He started to rip at the box. He pulled out the vibrator, which was very different from my little purple one we had used previously. It was actually cock shaped, a long, clear shaft with pearls inside it, and a clitoral stimulator with three rubbery prongs.

  ‘What are these for?’ he asked, looking over the pearls.

  ‘They rotate,’ I said. ‘I already washed it and put the batteries in it. Turn it on.’

  He pushed the button, the pearls starting to swirl around as the tip rotated, the clitoral stimulator going crazy and vibrating.

  ‘Jesus,’ he said, ‘it’s loud.’

  ‘Not very discreet,’ I said, ‘but it’s not like we need to hide it from anyone.’

  His eyes were alight with the thought of it. ‘Lie back.’

  I was already squirming a little just looking at the toy, what it would feel like, so it was easy to follow his instructions. I turned, reaching into the side table, pulling out a bottle of lube.

  ‘I was told this would be necessary,’ I said, handing it to him. ‘Lube ’er up.’

  He took the bottle, putting it down with the toy and shaking his head. ‘I think I can get you wet enough.’

  ‘Challenge accepted,’ I said with a little smirk.

  He kissed me passionately, heatedly, as if he was going to devour me. He pulled away, nearly sucking the breath out of me, pulling up my nightgown, his lips going to my ribs, planting soft, sensual kisses, making his way down towards my belly button.

  I gasped, the feeling of his lips on my skin making it tingle, my toes curling deliciously. Since I wasn’t wearing panties, he was able to sink down, his face closing in on my sex.

  ‘Oh boy,’ I said, shaking beneath his light touch.

  He licked at my clit gently, making me jump a little. I grabbed hold of the sides of the pillow, pushing my hips up to meet his licking, which grew in intensity as he heard me moan. He pulled away from me suddenly, right when he knew I was going to come.

  ‘God,’ I said, a little frustrated but somewhat relieved, as I knew it was going to be a big one and I wasn’t mentally prepared yet.

  He took his fingers next, running his index finger down me before pushing inside, smiling. ‘See? Who needs lube?’

  He slipped another finger in, finding my G-spot and rubbing it, his tongue on my clit again, making my legs shake and my stomach quiver.

  ‘Jesus,’ I said, my mouth contorting as I tried to control my hips, which were moving with his hand.

  He pulled his fingers out, just concentrating on my clit, the orgasm building quickly again, rocking through me and making me call out. I grabbed the pillow under my head and threw it across the bed, it was so intense.

  He didn’t give me much time to recuperate, grabbing the vibrator and rubbing it playfully against my clit, which made me gasp and pull away, giggling.

  ‘No, that hurts!’ I said.

  ‘Hmm,’ he said, kissing my stomach. ‘I guess we’ll need to let you cool down before this thing attacks your clit.’

  ‘Probably a good idea,’ I said, running my fingers through his hair, feeling his soft curls under my touch.

  ‘You like to play with my hair a lot,’ he said, looking up to me.

  ‘You don’t like it?’ I asked, dubious.

  He shook his head. ‘No, I do. I just notice you do it a lot.’

  ‘I like your hair,’ I said. ‘It’s soft and it smells good.’

  ‘It smells like men’s hair,’ he said, moving up my body before planting a kiss on my collar bone.

  ‘Mmm, and men’s hair smells good. At least, yours does,’ I said, enjoying his lips on my neck, his tongue running over my skin. ‘Quinn, why is it so bad that you want to spend more time with me?’

  He sighed. ‘Because... because it’s not that I want to spend more time with you, it’s that I want to spend all my time with you. Not just a lunch quickie and when I get home.’

  I tried not to smile. ‘But that’s not bad. It just means you’re in love. Why is that so bad?’

  ‘Because I haven’t been in a very long time, if ever,’ he said, his impossibly clear green eyes on me.

  ‘If ever?’ I asked, tilting my head.

  ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘This feels new. I thought I was in love before, but this is different.’

  ‘Different how?’ I asked.

  ‘Well, for one thing, my previous relationships never had me thinking about marriage, especially only three months in,’ he said. ‘I just –’

  ‘Freaked yourself out?’ I asked.

  ‘Maybe,’ he said, nodding. ‘I’m not used to this, showing affection or being affectionate. I’m not used to my emotions. It’s what happens when you shut down for so long.’

  ‘Probably wasn’t a good idea on your part,’ I said.

  ‘In hindsight, no, it probably wasn’t,’ he said.

  I smiled, stroking a loose curl off of his face. ‘I can’t complain, though. I guess if you hadn’t shut yourself down to everyone else you wouldn’t have opened up for me.’

  ‘Good way to look at it,’ he said, nodding.

  I smiled wide, pushing him down on the bed and straddling him.

  ‘Now you’re mine,’ I said, pinning his wrists down.

  I could see the hunger in his eyes, looking down to my hips as I pushed into him.

  ‘How come you went to that sex shop without me?’ he asked.

  I thought about it. ‘It was just a whim. We had finished at the gym and thought it would be fun. We can go if you want.’

  ‘We might have to,’ he said. He suddenly broke my grip, grabbing my hips and tossing me down on the bed, pinning me down. ‘Now, the question is, do I use the toy or just fuck you myself?’

  ‘You know my thought on the matter,’ I said. ‘I want you inside of me. It’s not the same with a toy.’

  ‘All right,’ he said, letting me go and pulling his briefs off, revealing his rock hard erection. He tossed the toy on the side table, then the lube. ‘I told you I wouldn’t need this.’

  ‘You didn’t use the toy, so it doesn’t count,’ I said a
s he got on top of me.

  ‘I’ll make up for it later,’ he said as he grabbed hold of himself and entered me easily.

  We both gasped as he thrusted into me. He did it again, getting the same gasp out of me, my muscles tightening, making him moan. I knew his favourite thing was how tight I was, something he felt intensely because we didn’t use condoms: he’d had a vasectomy nearly ten years previous.

  He got a good rhythm going.

  ‘Go hard?’ he asked.

  I nodded. ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Are you sure?’ he panted.

  I nodded again. ‘Yeah. Really hard.’

  He did as I asked, giving one hard thrust, which caused me to call out, grabbing onto his back tightly. I moved my leg up higher, each hard thrust getting my G-spot perfectly, making me pant as I moaned.

  ‘Higher,’ he said, grabbing my leg and putting it on his shoulder.

  He started to pound into me, making me whimper, his grunts animalistic and driving me crazy as I tried to hold on, but it was no use. I could feel the orgasm being pulled out of me, rushing to one spot like lightning. I threw my head back as I let out a long moan.

  ‘Oh Quinn, oh God,’ I whimpered.

  He kept going, going faster, pumping in and out until his body jerked and his face tensed, expelling inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, panting heavily as his body relaxed.

  ‘See?’ I said. ‘A vibrator can’t make me come like you do.’

  He laughed, nodding. ‘I still need to test that.’

  I laughed as well. ‘I bet you will.’

  When I woke up, Quinn wasn’t in bed... again. I knew he was in his office, catching up on work. I decided to leave him to it, getting up and doing my personal business. I didn’t have anywhere to go, but I still wanted to look nice for Quinn.

  I went with a white shirt and light wash jeans. I was putting on my socks when Quinn walked in, in nothing but his briefs.

  ‘I thought I heard you getting up,’ he said.

  ‘You’ve been up for a while, I gather,’ I said, Ulalume trailing in behind him. ‘With the other woman, I see.’

  ‘She follows me everywhere,’ he said, a little annoyance in his voice as he put on a burgundy T-shirt – much to my chagrin – but he still looked sexy.

  ‘Because,’ I said, picking her up, ‘she loves you. Don’t you, Miss?’

  Quinn gave a roll of his eyes, finding a pair of jeans. I set the cat on my lap.

  ‘So, what are we doing today?’ I asked.

  ‘I figured we would go out for brunch,’ he said, tossing his hair out of his face. ‘A way of apologizing for last night.’

  ‘OK, then what?’ I asked, looking down to Ulalume.

  ‘We come back here and fuck,’ he said.

  ‘Is that all you think about?’ I asked with a laugh.

  ‘I have a lot of time to make up for,’ he said. ‘I need to get it out of my system.’

  ‘A month is a long time,’ I said.

  ‘An eternity,’ he said. ‘Now, let’s get something to eat.’

  ‘Didn’t you have enough last night?’ I asked playfully, putting down the cat.

  He grabbed my waist, pulling me into him. ‘And I plan on having more.’

  ‘Oh, we have quite the appetite,’ I said, running my hands up his chest, up his shoulders and around, my fingers going into his hair.

  He shivered under my touch. ‘You drive me nuts when you do that.’

  ‘In a good way, I hope,’ I said.

  ‘The best way,’ he said.

  I got on my tiptoes as he kissed me heatedly, his hands roaming until they went up my shirt. His hands were cold, which made me giggle, squirming away.

  ‘Cold hands,’ I said as he kissed my neck. ‘We should probably eat before we get too ahead of ourselves.’

  He sighed, nodding. ‘Yeah.’

  I grabbed his hands. ‘Come on.’

  He followed me out, grabbing our leather jackets (mine fake, his real), and heading down to the car. I slid in, doing up my seat belt, again feeling a little uneasy.

  ‘You OK?’ he asked as he put the key in the ignition.

  I nodded. ‘Yeah, I just need to get over this. It’s so stupid; I don’t even know what I’m worried about.’

  ‘It’s a rational fear,’ he said, backing out of the space. ‘We don’t control the other drivers. Accidents happen all the time, especially in the city.’

  ‘Great,’ I said sarcastically. ‘Not making me feel any better.’

  ‘It’s true, though,’ he said, winding his way out of the underground, out to the blinding sunlight in the streets.

  ‘Hmm,’ I said, unimpressed, a funny pressure at the back of my throat. I swallowed, hoping it would go away.

  We got to Bandits, Quinn’s restaurant that he owned near to the Trask Building. We parked, Quinn paying for two hours. We made our way into the restaurant, which wasn’t fancy, but had more of a bar feel, with a lot of wooden furniture.

  The hostess knew Quinn wanted his usual table. He didn’t come to the restaurant often, but when he did he was always seated in the same spot, in a far corner across from the bar.

  We were led over, and the hostess put our menus down. I slid into the booth, grabbing my menu and looking it over.

  ‘When are we having dinner with Anita and Jack?’ I asked.

  ‘Friday,’ he said.

  ‘Oh, goody,’ I said.

  Thankfully, my stomach had settled and I was feeling better. I was ready to eat, but a little worried about the ride home. It really wasn’t that far back to the condo on Yorkville Avenue, but I still didn’t look forward to it.

  I put my menu down, licking my lips as I sat up straight. ‘And we’re going to Joseph’s?’

  He nodded, putting his menu down as well. ‘Yeah. I figured it was the best option. Familiar surroundings for us, unfamiliar for Anita.’

  ‘I guess Ellie will be coming by your office this week?’ I said.

  ‘God, I hope not,’ he said. ‘I got my messages from Jessy; she called repeatedly even though I was out of town.’

  ‘Obsessive much?’ I said, widening my eyes. ‘What did Jessy tell her?’

  ‘That I was out and wouldn’t be back until the first,’ he said.

  ‘And yet she didn’t get the hint,’ I said, shaking my head. ‘What’s our story again? For when you were away.’

  ‘I was taking time off because of stress,’ he said. ‘Sick leave.’

  ‘Hence the get well soon flowers,’ I said, sighing heavily. ‘What if she comes by your office?’

  ‘I’ll tell her I need to catch up on work,’ he said. ‘My lunches are booked anyway, since you’ll be coming to the office.’

  ‘Won’t you have lunch meetings too, though?’ I asked.

  ‘I scheduled enough time for my meetings, don’t worry,’ he said.

  ‘OK,’ I said with a smile.

  We ordered, getting our drinks first. We talked a little about Anita, the ball at the end of the month, and what I was up to while he was away. It was nice, normal conversation, though I mostly enjoyed hearing his voice, seeing him smile every once in a while, and occasionally brushing his hair out of his face. Boy, did I have it bad.

  We finished up, heading back to the condo. As the doors to the elevator opened on our floor, there stood Ellie Peterson at our door.

  ‘Oh Jesus,’ I said, looking at Quinn.

  She was dressed casually, wearing jeans and a white sweater with a scoop neck. She had chunky gold jewellery on, her brown locks in a side ponytail, and a little brown leather clutch in her hands.

  ‘What the hell is she doing here?’ I whispered to Quinn.

  ‘I guess your complaints about her stalking me are true,’ he said as he took my hand, walking towards her.

  ‘Quinlan! Hi!’ she said excitedly.

  ‘Ellie,’ he said, nodding. ‘What can I do for you?’

  ‘I was just seeing if you were OK,’ she said, ‘I heard about your sick leave.’<
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  ‘I got your flowers,’ he said, nodding.

  We stood awkwardly for a moment in silence. Ellie obviously didn’t have much of a plan.

  ‘I heard you and Anita and Jack are having dinner at Joseph’s on Friday,’ she said.

  Quinn nodded. ‘Yes.’

  We stood in silence again. I finally smiled. ‘Well, you should get going; I’m sure you have better things to do.’

  I pushed past her, Quinn’s hand still in mine. She was going to say something, but Quinn unlocked the door and we walked inside. I closed the door behind us, smiling as I realized we had cut her off.

  ‘What’s so funny?’ he asked.

  ‘She’s just standing there,’ I said, looking through the peephole. ‘She’s so unsure of what to do. Do I knock or do I just leave?’

  ‘You’re a bit of a bitch when you want to be,’ he said with a smirk.

  I turned to him. ‘A little bit.’

  ‘Now,’ he said, pulling my hips into him. ‘I have half a mind to fuck you right here. Maybe over one of the new couches.’

  ‘I think I can accommodate that.’

  He leaned down to kiss me, a knock on the door stopping him. ‘Shit,’ he said.

  ‘I’m going to kill her,’ I said, Quinn stopping me as he opened it himself.

  ‘Oh, Jessy,’ he said.

  ‘Jessy?’ I said, looking to see her with a bunch of files in her hands.

  Jessica Staten was as tall as me, though she was curvier. She had bottle blonde hair, a heart-shaped face, her eyes a little squinty, and her lips pouty. She was pretty, but not beautiful, so I never worried about her and Quinn. Not that I was beautiful, but Quinn was definitely in love with me and not her.

  ‘I brought the files you wanted,’ she said, handing them to Quinn.

  ‘Ah,’ he said, nodding. ‘Thank you.’

  She looked to me. ‘Hi, Stephanie.’

  ‘Hi,’ I said with a little smile.

  She looked back to Quinn. ‘You have a meeting tomorrow at nine a.m. with Mister Brody.’

  ‘Oh, all right,’ he said. ‘Thank you.’

  She smiled before she headed back to the elevator. Quinn closed and locked the door, the files in his hands. He turned to me, prepared to say something.

  ‘I know,’ I said with a sigh, ‘you need to work on whatever that is, prepare for Mister Brody.’