Chapter 13
13
COLT
“Stay here.” I slammed my mouth against Quin’s before he could argue—because he would. He was furious and had every right to be, but I needed to make sure that he stayed safe. “Please.”
Quin’s eyebrows furrowed as he huffed and nodded. He pouted his lips toward me, a clear sign of his irritation, and I took a short moment to stare down at the clothes he was wearing. This wasn’t him , and while he was beautiful no matter what he wore, he didn’t appear comfortable. When he’d first moved in with me, he’d worn more traditionally masculine clothes, but those had always had glittery embellishments or shiny fabric. He kept pulling at the hoodie and tugging down the cap. If this had been any other time, I would’ve stripped him out of the hat, at least, but I preferred him to stay anonymous while I dealt with business.
The men who’d been here were semiprofessionals, and while I didn’t expect to find anything, I also wanted to make sure they were all gone so Quin was safe. I walked around the blazing fire devouring our house, sweat beading on my skin as the heat fanned out from the flames.
My men raced away into the night, probably to wherever they’d stashed their vehicles. We couldn’t have an all-out war in a residential neighborhood, so I wasn’t surprised that killing a handful of men was the best we’d been able to do. The house was unpleasant collateral damage. The assholes who’d been on the offensive—Topher’s goon squad—had dragged off their dead and vanished.
The sound of sirens met my ears, and I rushed back to Quin and grabbed his hand, hauling him down the street.
“What are we doing?” He ran to keep up with my large strides. “Matt!”
“We need to leave before the fire department gets here. My Hummer’s not far, and we can give them half an hour before we pretend that we just arrived home.”
I tugged him along faster, and he huffed until we came to the vehicle. I unlocked the doors and shoved him into the passenger seat. I cut off his muttering by slamming the door shut behind him. Rushing around to the driver’s side, I glanced in the direction of our house, the night sky illuminated in orange as the flames raged high.
Once inside, I fell back against the seat and glanced at Quin. The glare he threw my way was brutal. “Let loose, Baby Girl. Tell me how pissed off you are.”
He laughed angrily. “There are no words in the dictionary for how I feel. You left me at Derek’s. And after I told you that we were in this together!” He turned in the seat, arms crossed over the boring hoodie that did little to show off how beautiful and amazing he was. “I told you that if you left me stranded, there wouldn’t be a wedding, didn’t I?”
Fear struck me through the heart as it had earlier when Derek had called to tell me Quin left without him realizing, but this was much more severe. After talking to Derek, I’d known Quin was coming home. But here and now, his threat held promise.
I reached for his hand, and relief washed through me when he let me take it in mine. Squeezing his fingers, I smiled gently. “You understand why now, don’t you?” I pointed toward the blazing sky above the houses of our neighbors. “That’s the kind of person Topher is.”
His shoulders slumped and he glanced in the direction of our burning home. “Who is he? You still haven’t said. Not really.”
I considered all the reasons I shouldn’t tell him, but in the end, I knew he deserved an explanation.
The truth.
I sighed. “Topher is an old friend of my father’s. He’s always been a dangerous man, but he never had a reason to turn his anger on us. Dad liked him because they both enjoyed business and a good beer. They were childhood friends as far as I know. When our mother left, Topher told Dad to throw us out, and when he didn’t, he advised Dad to teach us how to be men. Give us the tough-love treatment.”
Quin frowned, and I nodded, agreeing with his silent disapproval.
“He’s never been a good man, and Jackson knew to keep his distance and not mess with Topher. But Jack never does what’s good for him. Or maybe he thinks he’s smarter than everyone else. I’m not sure.”
“Is Jackson safe with Royal?” Quin asked tentatively.
His sweet innocence and caring nature made him the perfect wife, but I couldn’t help but chuckle at his words.
“What?” He pouted at me. “What are you laughing at?”
“My darling wife.” I cupped his face and leaned in for a deep kiss, which he happily returned, much to my relief. “Royal is going to destroy Jack.”
“What? What do you mean?” His pretty hazel eyes widened.
I smirked. “Royal had a falling out with his boyfriend, and I could tell he wanted in Jackson’s ass, and Jack needs some discipline. I have a feeling Jack’s going to get it.”
“Oh my God.” Quin’s mouth popped open, and amusement twitched his lips as the realization hit him. “Oh my God . Does Jack like men? Does he?—”
“Jack does what he wants, when he wants.” I shrugged. “But he said he’s been with a man or two in the past.”
“Now that I think about it, he might’ve been flirting with Royal a few times, too.” Excitement lit up Quin’s face and he bounced in his seat. “Matt, we could set them up.”
I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Baby Girl. Princess. Love of my life. My beautiful, pretty wife, I don’t think they need help in that department. Royal has it handled.”
He sighed dramatically, and I stared at him, unable to believe how lucky I was to have found such a beautiful man to make my own. When all this had begun, I’d wanted to toy with him, but it was so easy to fall for him that I hadn’t had time to understand what was happening before it was there. Love was a fictional idea in my head, and all I’d wanted was a wife to take care of me, but I’d found so much more with Quin.
“Don’t call off the wedding,” I whispered, startling him into looking at me. “I’m sorry. You are the most important thing to me, Lovebug, and I never wanted you in danger. Derek’s house was the safest place for you.”
He pursed his pretty plush lips in thought. “Don’t do it again, Husband. We’re in this together , do you understand? I chose to be with you, including your career. I understand I can be in danger, but I’m not a person who hides in fear. You’re mine as much as I’m yours.”
I shook my head in surprise and swooped in to place a kiss on his mouth. “Together. I promise from now on.”
He nodded, clearly satisfied. “So....” He glanced toward the sky again, where the flames were beginning to flicker. The low-hanging clouds took on a sunset glow, even though it was nighttime. “We just wait here?”
I hummed. “For about half an hour, at least. We don’t want to be connected to the fire. We’ll need to get our stories straight so when the cops question us, they’ll align.”
“Well, I was at the police station for a long time this afternoon, and you came to get me. After that, we could’ve headed to Derek’s house for dinner.”
“Smart. I’ll message Derek.” I yanked out my phone from the pocket of my pants and texted him through our encrypted server. All our correspondence was cleared each day. The only way someone would catch us for anything we said to each other was if our IT nerds ratted, and we paid them too much to do such a thing. Plus, most of them hated anything that even vaguely resembled authority. I told Derek the plan and gave him a rundown of our alibi, and he responded immediately, giving me a thumbs-up.
“What do we do in the meantime?” Quin shot me a glance under lowered lashes and swiped his tongue slowly across his upper lip.
I smirked and pushed the button that dropped my seat backward until I was in a reclined position. Patting my crotch, I grinned. “We can keep ourselves occupied, Princess. You can show me how much you’re looking forward to being my wife soon.”
Quin mock gasped, slapping a dramatic hand to his chest. “ Husband, are you suggesting car sex?”
I cupped the back of my head and spread my thighs more. “Get on top of me, Baby Girl.”
“What kind of wife do you think I am?” His mouth curled wickedly as he shrugged his hoodie off, throwing it into the back seat. His cap hit the floor next. His hair was messy after being hidden under a hat and he shook it out. He glanced down at his jeans for a second before making a sound like he’d made up his mind. He kicked off his shoes and stripped his socks before shoving the borrowed pants down and off his legs and feet. “Better.”
With only a shirt and frilly lace underwear, he wriggled his way onto my lap and sat astride my thighs. I groaned when his weight pressed down on my hardening cock.
“Baby Girl,” I moaned, my hands shooting out to grasp his slim waist. “Are you trying to make me nut in my pants?”
He chuckled and brushed delicate fingers across my jaw and down over my chin. “How are we going to do this with no lube?” He shook his head when I raised my eyebrows.
“Lean over to the glove box and get some,” I teased.
His mouth parted as he did as I’d instructed, dragging out a small bottle of lube that I kept in there for emergencies. “You are incorrigible.”
“Say that word again, Princess. You know I like it when you get all smart on me.” I dragged him down and slammed my mouth against his, shoving my tongue between his delicious lips, devouring him in every way I could in this position. I mapped his body with my hands, palming his juicy ass while squeezing and spreading his rounded cheeks before releasing them again.
Rutting up against him, I moaned. “You’re so fucking sexy, Wife. What are you doing to me? I’ll shove myself in that tight hole of yours and breed you until your body has no choice but to make a womb so I can put a baby in there.”
He shuddered, a little breath escaping him. Hands flat on my chest, he rolled his hips against mine and whimpered. “Daddy.”
“Yeah, you like that?” I grazed my lips across his soft jaw to his ear and nipped the lobe. “Want me to bury myself in that tight pussy and fill you with cum until you’re overflowing? I’ll empty so much fucking cream into your hole, your stomach will bulge.”
“God yes.” He curled his arms around my neck, holding on tight. “Please, fuck me, Daddy. Fill me. Get me pregnant. Want you so bad, Husband. Want to carry your babies, over and over again. As soon as I give birth to one, put another one in me, then another.”
The words were ridiculous—I knew it—but they fueled the already raging desire that consumed me. My cock throbbed and my gut burned with the need to fuck deep into him and stay there, live inside him until we became one in every possible way. He was mine, and I was his.
I wrapped his hair around my fist and tugged him down so I could devour his lips again. He keened into my mouth with desperation, and I tightened my hold on his asscheek. With only thin lace between me and his skin, his warmth scalded me. Fuck . I could never let him go.
“Don’t ever leave me, Princess. I can’t fucking live without you. Need you, need everything you give me. ’M gonna make you my wife and be the best fucking husband you could ask for.” I nipped his bottom lip and growled. “I’d fucking kill everyone who looked at you the wrong way.”
He moaned and threw back his head, giving me access to his neck. I buried my face in the groove of his shoulder and bit down on his vulnerable flesh, teeth marking him as mine. His hips rocked harder against me, and I cursed before sucking a bruise on him to remind him of who he belonged to.
“Want you in me,” he whimpered, his grip around my neck tightening. “Please, fuck me, Daddy. Fill me with your babies. Remind me who I’m marrying.”
I cursed and grasped his panties, yanking as hard as I could. The fragile material ripped as easily as paper, and he gasped.
“You ruined my underwear!” With his mouth open in horror, he slapped my shoulder. “Matt!”
“You can buy more. You’re going to need to anyway, since the rest of them went up in flames.” I grinned impishly at him and patted his thigh. “Come on, Baby Girl. Get me nice and slick for you.”
He huffed and glared, mouth twisted in displeasure, but he didn’t argue. He shuffled farther back, closer to my knees, so he could unbutton and unzip my pants. Once he had them undone, he slipped his hand into my briefs and dragged out my throbbing cock. He licked his lips, his mood changing quickly the moment he focused on me.
A whine shredded his throat, and he eyed me from beneath his long dark lashes. “Husband, can I please have it? I want it so bad. Please, put it inside me.”
“Come here.” I hauled him in so we were chest to chest and slanted my lips over his. We kissed and kissed until I was going to die, but it was a good distraction while Quin grabbed the lube again and used it to slick me up. “Give it to me.”
Once he’d passed the bottle over, I squeezed the lube onto my fingers and reached around him. With two digits, I entered him. There wasn’t anything gentle about the way I finger fucked him. The desire was too great for both of us, and Quin could handle the mixture of pain and pleasure. It was as though he was made for me. His hole knew who it—and he—belonged to. I had Quin, and he was everything I craved and more.
He threw his head back, and my gaze zeroed in on the new mark I’d left on his neck beside an older one. He rolled his hips against my fingers, mumbling nonsense that I couldn’t understand. Until finally I heard “Please, Husband. Please.”
I growled and yanked my fingers out before I grabbed my cock and lined it up with his hole. “You ready, Baby Girl? Want my thick cock in your pretty pussy?”
He trembled and managed to open his eyes to stare down at me. “Always, Daddy. Always ready for you. Split me in half, fill me until your cum leaks down my thighs, and please, please , put a baby in me.” Everything he said was done so quickly that it almost melded into one long sentence, and only after the words were all out did he take a deep breath. “I want you bad.”
How could I resist him pleading so beautifully? I cupped his cheek and kissed him deeply as I guided myself inside his tight hole. He sucked me into his warmth, and I was nothing more than a man so in love that I’d do anything for the one above me. There was no logic for how easily I would destroy the world for Quin, how I would kill any person who disrespected him, and how I would give up everything to be with him.
The sound of sirens reached my ears, and in the distance, flashing red and blue pierced the smoky haze.
He screwed his eyes shut and panted gently as he welcomed me in until I was balls deep. I buried my head against his neck again and trailed a line of kisses up over his Adam’s apple.
“Come on, Baby Girl. Your turn. Show your husband how thankful you are for his cock.”
He whimpered and pressed his full weight down onto my shaft as he sat back. His head bumped the roof, but it didn’t matter because he rocked his hips, wriggling me deeper into his hole. “Sit back and relax.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I rested my hands behind my head once more, watching him hungrily as he shifted to get into a better position. He laid his hands on my chest, using them to stabilize himself as he lifted off me until my cockhead was the only part of me inside before dropping back down, slamming my hard-on fully in his hole.
We both groaned, but the sound that came out of me was so much more feral that I couldn’t quite call it fully human. My fingers ached to touch him, but I kept my hands behind my head. It was his turn to take control, no matter how much I enjoyed being in charge. He deserved this.
“Look at you, Princess, so fucking ethereal, riding my cock like a fucking professional. I’ve trained you well, haven’t I?” I grinned when he gasped and rose and fell again, my balls slapping against his skin. “Remember when I took your virginity? You didn’t know what to do with a cock, but I showed you how.”
It felt like forever ago that we’d first had sex, but it wasn’t. I knew he wasn’t a virgin all those months ago, but he enjoyed this game as much as I did.
He panted and moaned, nails digging through the clothing to bite into my chest. The way he clawed at me didn’t have the same effect as it would’ve if I was shirtless, and there wasn’t enough pain for me to fully enjoy, but it was a show of how much I was turning him on. “Daddy, you’re so wide and big. I can feel your cockhead at the base of my womb.”
“Yeah?” A hot wave of pleasure swept through me, and my balls gave a painful throb. “You feel my cock opening you up, Lovebug? Want Daddy to spear you and fill your womb with all my cum so your tummy gets nice and round with Daddy’s baby? Do you need it?”
He cried out when he slammed down on me and shuddered. He muttered something under his breath and inhaled deeply. I smirked, a hit of pride swelling in my chest. My dirty talk had him on the verge of coming already.
“Come on, Princess. Ride Daddy’s cock. Fill your sweet belly with Daddy’s baby. Get that cum.”
Tears beaded at the corners of his eyes, and he panted harder but managed to continue. I watched the way his hard-on bobbed with the movement, his balls swinging, and behind that, my cock slid in and out of his perfect hole. Everything was fucking amazing.
Tears glided down his flushed cheeks and his hair swayed around his shoulders. I’d never seen him more beautiful than like this—my cock buried inside him while he rode me.
He placed one hand on his abs and whimpered. “I can feel it right here. So deep in me. Do it, Matt. I need it.”
“Fuck.” My hands shook, and so did my knees. Pleasure was a fountain of heat in my abdomen, working its way to my balls. Between the silky squeeze of his body and the dirty words coming from his innocent mouth, I was so close it hurt. “Want Daddy to come, sweetheart? Want to feel my cream flood you and drip down your thighs so when we go talk to the firefighters, all you’ll feel is my cum leaking out of you?” I thrust my hips up before I could stop. He was too irresistible. “And when you see all those men in uniform, all you’ll be able to think about is me and how I bred your needy pussy.”
He yelled as I tilted my hips in a different direction and thrust into him. His right hand shot down to his cock, and he tugged his length furiously before he froze. Cum shot from his slit, painting lines across my dress shirt.
He trembled, body shaking roughly as he fell onto my chest, panting.
I grabbed his hips and used them as leverage to fuck into him until my orgasm swept through me in a raging heat. My balls tightened, and I cursed as I stilled, emptying deep into Quin until I had nothing left to give.
He laughed gently and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist. Rocking his hips, he shivered and grinned. “I forgive you. Don’t leave me at Derek’s again.”
I snorted but held in the urge to tell him this wasn’t about that. Instead, I brushed his hair off his flushed cheeks. “I love you, Princess.”
His smile softened. “I love you, too, Matt, even if you ripped my favorite panties.” He pouted.
“I’ll buy you more.” Stroking his thigh, I winked. “Now, are you ready to act in front of the good-looking firemen while my cum leaks out of you?”
He rolled his eyes. “ Yes , Daddy .” Then, he kissed me. “Just so you know, you’re the only guy I ever want. I don’t care how sexy those men in uniform are.”
“Good.”