by Honor James
That had her grinning. “I would do anything for you as well. From now and always I would do anything to make you happy. As long as it is the three of us I think that we will be able to take on the world and that’s the honest-to-goodness truth.”
“I think so, too,” he said, looking at her again and grinning. “Now, enough chit chat for now. I’m exhausted. I think you should wiggle in a little closer, wrap those lovely arms around me and hold me close as I drop off dead to the world for an hour or so.”
“I thought that I was going to give you a hot oil massage?” she asked with a frown. “I think that you need it to ensure that your muscles don’t get too tight okay? So lay face down, then we will roll you and after the front’s done I will curl up with you and we can go to sleep sweetheart.”
“You really don’t have to,” he said. Then he rolled his eyes and grumbled about bossy women, with a grin on his face of course and did as she told him to. With a bunch of wiggling, muttering, and a couple of curses he got himself face down on the bed, his head between two pillows. “All right, have at it,” he said, his voice slightly muffled.
“You are going to enjoy this,” she said with a grin against his ear, nipping his earlobe as she did so. “Especially when I go over your ass.” She teased happily as she poured the oil into her hands and began to rub his muscles.
“You just like squeezing my ass,” he said. “I know it’s more for you than for me that part.” He laughed, jostling her around a little. “That’s okay, I’ve got several fantasies that star your ass so you can have a few about mine as well.”
“Good I’m glad.” She began to rub at him. “How about you tell me about these fantasies that you have about my ass and the things that you want to do with it while I get you all nice and loose with your muscles?” She wanted to know just what he wanted to do to her ass, very much so.
He rearranged the pillows and shot her a look. “Seriously?” he asked. At her nod he sighed. “Okay, but please remember that I may or may not have brain damage so anything I say cannot be held against me at any time. That being said.” He grinned before getting comfortable again.
“I think the first thing I’d do is gently trace my fingers over your ass, learn the shape, the feel and how you react to certain touches. Then I’d likely want to nibble on it and maybe even take a bite, not too hard, but enough that you’d notice in the moment. Perhaps squeeze it a little, massage it for sure and then I’d want to delve in deeper. Stroke your anus and, oh so slowly, work a finger inside to stroke you.” He peeked at her. “So far so good, yeah?”
She shivered, her breathing changed and she licked her lips. “Go on,” she whispered in a sound of need. “Gods I want that,” she said with a whimper. “So yes, so far, so good. Everything you are saying so far is just what I want. I want to feel your hands on my ass, I want to feel your finger stroking over my anus.”
“Only if you start massaging,” he said, a grin curling his lips. “Come on, darling. You give me my massage and I’ll get even more explicit and see if I can’t have you ready to jump me no matter my condition.”
Damn he was right. Once more her hands began to move over his back, slowly taking her time to soothe and ease the muscular pain that he might have later. “I’m massaging so come on, Quinn, talk.”
“All right, now, where was I? Oh, right, with my finger wiggling in your sweet little ass. I suppose, at this point I’d be thinking about maybe getting you to orgasm. So, depending on our positioning, I would either slip my other hand around you to stroke your clit and pussy or I’d use my mouth to eat you up. As you slowly loosened to my intrusion in your anus I would start to stroke you and eventually add a second finger, stretching you and bringing you greater pleasure.”
She knew that her eyes were likely glazed over in pleasure but she continued to massage him. “So far so good. God I want that Quinn. I really and truly need to have you inside of my ass. I would like that a great deal. I also would love to have Jordan in my pussy while you are in my ass. What do you think of that?”
“Hey! Who is telling this little tale, lady?” he asked with a laugh. “We’ll get around to that but really, some patience. Especially since we all know that you are a virgin back there so we need to go slow, build up to such adventures.”
“This is true.” She frowned and paused in massaging him. “How do you know that I’m a virgin back there? How do you know that I’ve never had anyone inside of me back there?” She hesitated and added, “I want and I need for you to be the one to take that from me, I want for you to be the first person to take me back there.”
“That right there tells me you’ve never had anyone back there, love.” Moving his arm he pressed his hand gently to her knee and then squeezed. “Besides, Jordan told me about all the toys he happened to pick up for you that he hasn’t yet shown you. We went through them the other day while you were doing laundry to see what we thought might work best to help loosen you up a little at a time with as little pain and as much pleasure as possible.”
Her face flushed red but she grinned. “Mercy.” She had to pause and fan her face. “I can’t wait to do that. I can’t wait to have the two of you playing with me with whatever toys it is that he bought to use on me. Which also makes me now want to go shopping for lingerie. I think that is a very good thing, don’t you? To get something nice and sexy for the two of you?”
“Darling, you don’t need to buy a thing. Just how you are is nice and sexy to me.” He grinned. “We’ll dig out something for during our nap to start you off if you want. But you will have to trust me at least a little bit. It won’t be comfortable right off, I won’t lie about that, sometimes it’s even a bit painful before it transforms into more.”
“I trust you. I know that you would never really do anything to hurt me and as long as it will morph into pleasure I’m more than happy about taking a bit of pain to begin with. And I want to buy something sexy for the two of you. I want you both to have your jaws dropping to the floor when I walk out in something sinful.”
“Well then, I say go out and shop to your hearts content,” he said squeezing her knee once more. “Now, you still owe me a massage woman. Get to it. I did my part of the deal and you’re just sitting there squirming and not keeping up your part. As much as I enjoy knowing I’ve made you wet and needy.” Quinn sighed. “I really hate not feeling up to par.”
That had her grinning. “I am wet and needy but it’s okay. I will live,” she assured him and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “We will get you ready for all that we will enjoy together. Don’t worry about it. Right now just simply enjoy being here with me. When you are feeling more up to par and able to do with me everything you want we will take that step. That’s then, this is now. Now we will work on getting you to then.”
“Faster is better,” he said with a laugh. “Massage now, woman, quit slacking off back there no matter how delightful you feel where you’re perched. Besides, I need to get my mind off sex or I may end up breaking my fucking cock given how it’s currently wedged under me.”
Susan grinned and moved down his body. When she had his back all massaged she helped him to his back. “Now, let’s get your front massaged.” She looked at his cock, the heavy thickness of it hard and standing proudly. She bit her lower lip and shook her head. “Goodness.” She wanted him, lord she wanted him badly. “Should I stop with your massage so that you can go down?”
“No, keep going. That little shit is going to be at full attention for a while yet. Likely until I’m asleep for a good half hour at the very least. Damned thing has a mind of its own most days. Besides all that, I have a sexy naked woman stroking me,” he shrugged with a smirk. “With the current blood flow problem I could be up for days.”
“I’m sorry, Quinn.” She truly felt terrible that he was hurting as he was. “What can I do to help you? Do you want me to give you a hand job so that you can come? So that you can have that release or should I just stop now and curl up against you?�
� He had said to keep going but now she wasn’t so sure.
Reaching out he took one of her hands in his and squeezed. “Hey. I won’t ever say anything I don’t mean, Susan. The massage is a good thing, trust me, it’s helping me already. As long as you can ignore the little bugger and keep going, I’m happy to have you continue the massage. Promise.”
“Okay then.” She began to massage his legs, watching him as she did so. “And I wouldn’t call him exactly little. Just saying.” He was well built and she desired him, a great deal. “I am certain that we will be able to get you all loose and then you and I are going to have a nap, sound good?”
“Oh yeah, really good,” he said with a sigh. Quinn had his eyes closed and a partial smile on his lips. “And thank you for the compliment, too. Always nice to hear that the girl you like considers you appropriately built for her desires and such things. Oh god, right there,” he groaned when she hit his left thigh muscle.
She gave the muscle extra attention. Finally when she was finished she pulled back and grabbed the towel she had at her side. Cleaning her hands off, she then wiped the excess oil from him and curled up at his side. Pulling the blanket up and around them she laid her head on his shoulder and yawned. “Naptime now, Quinn.”
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled. He moved a little and wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you for the massage, Susan. You were right and it was much needed.” She felt him press a kiss to her hair before he relaxed. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”
“You are very welcome love,” Susan said with a smile and pressed a kiss to his neck. “Have a good rest. If we are lucky Jordan will be very quiet when he comes in from his hellish day that he’s suffering through today and we will be able to get a few hours’ sleep.”
“He’ll be quiet, he always is,” he said softly with a chuckle. Pressing a kiss to her cheek he gave her a tiny squeeze before relaxing again. He was silent and, after a couple of minutes, his breathing changed to a slower and deeper rhythm. He was out.
Chapter Eight
Day in and out it was the same thing. Get up, have coffee with Jordan, see him off to work if it was a weekday or lounge with him over the paper if it was the weekend. Tidy up and then get Quinn moving through his exercises.
After four weeks in the loft he was moving mostly on his own. The only times he was a little shaky were first thing in the morning and in the shower. But since he was in there after she’d bent him, twisted him and worked him into a lather, it was understandable.
Speaking of lather, holy shit! The press was foaming at the mouth for Quinn to reappear. Not just the gossip rags, not just the fashion mags, actual legitimate newspapers, too. The longer he stayed out of the limelight and silent the more they came up with screwy stories about where he’d gone after, and this was a quote, “sneaking out of his birth parents home with the assistance of a well-oiled crew.” Yeah, obviously they were all having seriously slow news days.
Since it was a Monday morning Susan and Jordan were both leaning over the newspaper reading the latest take on “Where Was Quinn Brodie-McKaughan?” Nine times out of ten it was amusing, the other one time out of ten it was disturbing. Today was fucking funnier than anything they could put in a comic strip, ever.
“Sounds like he’s up and moving,” Jordan commented. Straightening out of his position he turned to look up the hall where Quinn would be coming from. “What the fuck are you wearing?” he asked, his voice totally shocked.
“A suit,” Quinn said before stepping into her view. And he was wearing a suit. A very well-tailored suit, made to fit his body to a T. Armani if she had to take a guess.
“Why?” Jordan asked. Looking to him she could see his eyes were huge and he looked stunned.
“Because it’s time to put an end to this bullshit,” Quinn said, tipping his head to the paper. He shot her a look and held her eyes. “Remember what we talked about for after I did the interview?” he asked her softly. At her slow, slightly hesitant nod, he gave a firm nod to her. “Pack for a couple of weeks at least and just the essentials. Toothbrush, paste, sunscreen, a hat and perhaps a sarong for the days we’re generous enough to let you cover up. You, too, Jordan. I called the agency and explained everything to Murray. You have the next three weeks off. Susan will get you up to date on the happenings.”
Quinn lifted his arm and peered at his watch. “I need to get going or I’ll miss my window. Be ready to leave by three this afternoon,” he told them.
Susan looked to Quinn and grinned. “That’s the man that I’ve been waiting to appear, however if you dare leave this loft without giving me a kiss I might just escape with Jordan and let you in on where we are later. Come on, two seconds isn’t going to kill you,” she said, even getting up and moving toward him as she did. “Besides, you know that you don’t want to face that pack of vultures without at least having a kiss from me, right?”
“True enough,” he said. Grabbing her hips, he drew her in closer to him and lowered his head. “I’m only able to do this because of you and your vicious ways,” he said, smiling at her. “Thank you, Susan. As much as I hated your tactics and plotted evil ways of getting some revenge, thank you for all you did.” Closing the last little gap, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her, like really kissed her.
When they parted, Susan was seeing stars and the only thing keeping her from melting into a puddle at his feet were his strong arms wrapped around her. “Wow.” She looked up at him and licked her lips. “I’m just beyond thankful that you are awake and moving. I give thanks every single day. Go and do what you need to and then come home to us. I will get Jordan up to speed. Do we need to worry about a car service to the airport?” She didn’t want to let him go, she wanted to hold onto him for just a bit longer, needed to hold onto him for just a wee bit longer.
“Nope.” He smiled down at her. “I have it all arranged. Just be ready to leave, right at three. If we don’t, we’ll be screwed getting through security at the airport. Because of where we’re going we’re doing all the customs stuff at this end so, no delays. Just make sure that everything is out of the fridge that needs to be, the thermostat’s down low, and everything is shut off or unplugged as needed. I should be back by two, but I can’t promise for sure since I have a feeling they’ll drag this out a bit and then I’ll have to lose those that think to follow me back here.”
“Oh I’m sure that they will drag it out as long as possible. Are you sure that you want to face this alone? If not I’m more than willing to come with you. We can leave Jordan to pack for us, or he can come, too, and we will just purchase what we need at the airport.” Her anxiety was showing in her words, she was worried for him to have to face the pack of vipers that were the press.
“You don’t need to face them, not now, hopefully not ever if I can help it,” he said softly. “I would love for you to come but I’m terrified that it will just give them more fodder for the crap they seem to like to spout. No, stay here, pack and try to get in a vacation type of mood. We all deserve this getaway, you more than anyone else. So, turn off your work brain and get ready for sun, sand and nothing to do but relax. You may bring a book though, for the flight, but nothing else.”
“And the sex toys that Jordan bought for us to use? I have a feeling that those would be needed but how would we get those past customs?” She felt her face turning red, but she didn’t care. “And lube, must have lube if we are all to have a good time with this, right?”
“Don’t worry about the toys,” he said with a laugh. “But pack some lube, we can never have enough after all.” He shrugged. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to her lips before drawing back and out of her arms. “I really have to go. I won’t be any longer than I absolutely have to be, promise.”
“I’m going to hold you to that promise,” she said as she pulled away. “Go. Go and put all of the rumors to rest. I look forward to finding out what you tell them.” She grinned at that. “Just remember that we care for you Quinn Brodie-McKaughan.” She hadn’t ye
t told either of them she loved them, she felt the emotion but she was terrified to say the words.
Winking at her, he caught her hand, kissed her fingers and then left her and Jordan.
“I have to wonder just what the hell he’s planning on saying,” Jordan said. “This is going to be interesting,” he murmured.
* * * *
The TV showed Quinn walking up to the podium and turning to face the cameras. The crowd of reporters were going insane, yelling questions and trying to be heard over one another. Quinn just stood there and pointedly looked at his watch. Slowly the crowd took the hint and quieted.
Only when it was dead silent did Quinn finally speak. “I have a statement that I will give you all. After that I will take three questions and only three questions. After I’ve answered those three questions I will be leaving and no further interviews will be given, no requests for articles taken and if I find even one reporter anywhere within ten blocks of me, restraining orders will be processed.”
He gave them all a hard look that said he meant business. The four security guys, obvious from the earwigs they all had and the dark glasses, helped lend some weight to his words.
“Two years ago I was in an accident. I was rear ended by an unknown assailant in an unknown vehicle sending my car down an embankment where I rolled and suffered several injuries. None were life threatening thankfully but I slipped into a coma that the doctors couldn’t explain nor could they figure out how to awaken me. During this time my birth parents, Mr. and Mrs. McKaughan came forward. They had placed me with a woman they trusted to raise me out of fear that something, just like this, could very well happen. Or worse.”
Licking his lips he shifted slightly and looked toward someone else in the crowd. “They took me into their home and got me the care required to tend to a patient long term. I awoke from my coma roughly seven weeks ago, weakened and not myself, to say the least. With the help of diligent caretakers and other staff I have made a full recovery. I will take questions now, but only from those I point to. You,” Quinn pointed to someone who’d started waving their hand as soon as he’d said the word “questions.”
