Chapter 17
17
COLT
Quin wasn’t here.
He wasn’t here in the room where he should be. I’d checked the hotel bar and asked Landon at the front desk, but no one had seen him. Fuck. I’d called Derek, knowing that wherever he was, Quin was probably with him, but there wasn’t any answer, and that only made me more irritated.
I paced the length of the hotel room, shoulders rigid and spine stiff. Gruesome nightmares filled my head of someone capturing Quin and doing vile things to him, and a horrible taste rose in the back of my throat. I swallowed, hoping to get rid of any vomit that might make its way up my esophagus.
“Where are you, Quin?”
I called his phone next, but he didn’t answer, and that only made the fear grow worse. I brushed a hand over my head and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. There wasn’t any religion in my life, but if there had been, I’d be praying right now.
The door opened, and I shot across the room to greet Quin the moment he entered. I hauled him into my arms, ignoring his “umph,” and shoved his face against my chest as I held on tight.
“Where have you been, Princess? I was so fucking worried.”
He snuggled deeper against my chest, his warmth a comfort that I wouldn’t take for granted again. “I was helping Derek with O’Neill.”
My spine turned to steel. “What?” I stepped back and stared down at him. “You. Were. Helping. With. O’Neill ?”
“Matt.” He touched a hand to my chest, eyebrows furrowed in an expression that said he’d known exactly how I would react. “Don’t freak out.”
I laughed at the ridiculous request. “Baby, I asked you to stay here. I told you why you needed to stay in the room, and instead, you went with Derek.”
“I know, but this involves me, too. You’re my husband, and O’Neill has it out for you. I need you to be safe.” He stamped his heel and crossed his arms. “I did what I needed to do.”
I threw my hands up in the air, not quite believing what I was hearing from him. “Do you not realize you’re my weakness? If O’Neill could get to you, he would.”
“We didn’t go near him. We went to visit Hanlon at The Precinct, a bar. He told us what we could use against O’Neill.” Quin dropped his arms and closed the distance between us. Reaching for my hand, he gave me a soft smile. “I was safe. I had Derek with me.”
I shook my head. “I trust Derek with my life, Princess, but when it comes to you, it’s different. The only one I want protecting you is me .”
We didn’t acknowledge the elephant in the room—that I’d tried to make him stay somewhere again. What could I say? I wasn’t a rational man when it came to Quin.
“I know.” His soothing voice stayed low, as if he was trying to calm a rabid dog. He stroked the back of my hand, and the tension leaked from me despite the anger that still thrummed in my temples. “Matt, I’m sorry, but I’m not the type of man to sit by and watch you do all this yourself. If I can help, I will. I’m good for more than sex.”
“I know that,” I said, not missing a beat. I drew him in again and wrapped my arms around him, laying a kiss on his forehead. “I wouldn’t marry you if I only wanted somewhere to stick my cock. That’s why I care so much. O’Neill’s pissed because I was involved in killing his nephew, and I don’t want you in the crosshairs.”
“Well, I talked to Hanlon, and we figured out something together. He doesn’t like O’Neill, either, and he set me up with an anonymous phone line to report O’Neill drinking on the job.” He raised his chin to look up at me. “It probably won’t be enough to get him fired, but it’s a start. It’ll be a warning for him.”
I snorted. There was no way in hell I trusted Hanlon, despite him being a better cop than O’Neill, but then there was the fact that O’Neill would know exactly who it came from. Word would get around that Quin had been seen talking to Hanlon. And anonymous or not, I had no doubt that a phone number would be recorded somewhere.
The truth would come out eventually.
“Warning or fuel for his anger? Fuck.” I rubbed my face as fatigue set in. “I don’t want you involved in this. You have other, more important things to worry about, such as your upcoming graduation. You have classes and assignments coming out of your ears. Nursing isn’t easy, and I want you to concentrate on that, not this .”
“I’m already embroiled in this. Let me finish it with you. I’ll keep trying to help.”
I heaved a sigh. I knew a lost fight when I saw one. Quin was stubborn, but it was another reason why I loved him so fucking much. “Fine. But you stay with either me or Derek at all times whenever you’re doing something about O’Neill. I don’t want you to leave our sight, no matter what.” I laid my forehead against his and closed my eyes. Inhaling, I breathed in the flowery scent of his perfume and the remnants of smoke. He was here with me now. Safe. “Promise me, Baby Girl.”
“I promise. Only you and Derek.” He kissed me, and I reveled in the softness of his delicate lips against mine.
As warm as this moment was, I lowered my hand and brought my palm down on his ass, eliciting a gasp from him. His eyes shot open wide and he gaped at me.
“What was that for?” He pouted.
“I told you to be in the bed, waiting. You disobeyed me. Imagine how scared I was to come to the room to find my wife not here when he should’ve been.” I landed another sharp strike against the same asscheek. Even though his dress and underwear softened the blow, it was clear it still hurt because he sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I was excited to see you on the mattress, naked with your ass in the air, and it didn’t happen. I’m disappointed.”
He peered at me from under long lashes. “Can I make it up to you, Husband? Tell me how I can be a good wife.”
“Get on the bed like I told you to earlier, Baby Girl. Chest to the mattress and ass in the air, naked.”
He stepped away from me and turned to the side, throwing me a smile over his shoulder. He let his wrap fall to the floor. “Help me with my dress, Husband?”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I closed the distance between us and immediately latched on to the zip that held his pretty dress together. I pulled the zip down gently, watching as inches of pale skin were exposed for my greedy gaze. Shifting his long hair to the side, I swooped down to kiss a line across his bare shoulders and the length of his spine, falling to my knees as the dress pooled around his ankles. His panties were the same watermelon color as his dress, and they were floral lace but weren’t see-through. They highlighted his bubble butt and strong thighs.
I ran my palms down the back of his legs and the subtle gasp that left him had me grinning. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his panties, I tugged them down gently, and he helped me by stepping out of them when they reached his ankles. He held up his foot as though he expected me to take off his heels, too, but I laughed.
“They stay on, Wifey.”
He raised his eyebrows at me when I moved to my feet again. “Oh, really? Is there something you want to tell me, Husband?”
I shrugged. “I want to fuck you with your heels on. Now, in position.”
He licked his bottom lip and shifted to the bed. Climbing onto the mattress, he sent me a sly smile as he wriggled to the center and did as I’d directed earlier. With his chest planted against the bed, his ass was pointed up into the air and his cheeks naturally spread so his hole peeked out teasingly.
I cocked my head to the side, taking in the sexy view. He was stunning, an art piece I wanted to take a photo of and hang on the walls of whatever new house we bought together. I wanted a room purely dedicated to naked pictures of him, so when he wasn’t around for me to appreciate, I could visit the room and reminisce about the feel of his skin under mine.
Smirking, I stepped back toward the corner of the room, where a chair and small table were. I turned the chair so it faced the bed and took a seat.
He flicked a confused glance over his shoulder. “Matt, what are you doing?”
“I’m punishing you for leaving without telling me, Lovebug. You can stay right there and let your husband enjoy the view.” I shifted over to the toy box and pulled out a packet of warming lube from the stockpile. The hotel had a range of products, including bottles of standard lube, but this time I decided on trying something different. With purposely slow movements, I unbuckled and unzipped my pants, then dragged my hardening cock out of my underwear.
He whimpered and went to shift, but I made an “uh, uh, uh” sound, which had him freezing.
“Stay right there, Baby Girl. Let Daddy see your pretty pussy. I want to blast off from the sight alone.” I ripped at the packet with my teeth and squeezed the lube out onto the tip of my cock. Wrapping my fingers around the rigid length, I stroked myself with a gentle, slow pace. The heat from the lube was soft and tingly, just what I needed after the terrible day.
“You know why I did it, Daddy.” He pouted at me, tilting his ass higher and exposing more of his hole. He was smooth.
“I do, and I understand. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t punish you for going without letting me know.” I brushed my thumb over my slit, and a shiver shot down my spine, landing at the base of my shaft.
He whined. “Matt. Come over here.”
I smirked. “No, I won’t. I’m comfortable right here.” He went to move again, and I tsked at him. “Stay there or I’ll spank your cute ass, and you won’t get another taste of my cock tonight.”
“Ugh, you’re so unfair.”
I grinned and thrust upward into the fist I’d wrapped around my cock. I didn’t say a word, leaning back farther into the chair and jerking off with long strokes. Licking my lips, I watched him, and while he stayed still, the sweet whimpers were enough to drive any man insane.
“Daddy.” He rocked his hips up, ass jiggling with the action. “Please?”
With my left hand, I cupped my balls as I continued to jerk off with my right. “I don’t think you deserve my cock, Baby Girl.”
He moaned and locked his hands together tightly above his head. His cock swung between his legs, his balls drawn tightly to his body, and the sight was truly one of perfection. I didn’t think I would find a more beautiful person than Quin.
“I do, I really do. I’m the?—”
A knock on the door interrupted him, and he gasped in irritation.
Laughing, I rose, indifferent to my hard cock hanging out of my pants. I had nothing to be ashamed of.
“Matt, what are you doing?”
Ignoring him, I opened the door just wide enough that the person on the other side could see me but not Quin. I paused when I came face-to-face with Derek, and he raised an eyebrow, nodding down at my visible cock.
“I guess you forgave him. I came to see if I needed to do any crisis control, but, apparently, I’m not needed.” Amusement flickered across his face and he brushed a hand through his hair.
“What made you think it was a smart idea to take my wife with you?” I leaned against the threshold, my cock bouncing with the action.
Behind Derek, a man strode past. He glanced toward us, then looked away, before his gaze shot straight back and his eyes widened as they landed on my cock. He paused, hesitating like he might come over and introduce himself. I winked and shook my hips at him, my cock swinging from one side to the other, causing Derek to laugh.
“Careful, Quin, there’s other guys gawking at Colt’s cock.”
There was a shuffle behind me, and then Quin was there, ducking under me with his dress clutched to his chest as though trying to find some modesty in his nakedness. He glared at the man. “He’s taken. He’s my husband. Go away or I’ll make you.”
The man stuttered out an apology, a flush brushing across his tan cheeks. He escaped down the hallway as fast as his feet could take him.
“Did I tell you that you could move, Princess?” I smirked regardless, and he turned narrowed eyes on me, the dress still clutched to his chest.
“You were the one showing your dick to strange men.” He poked my chest. “No one gets to see you naked but me.”
I chuckled and grabbed his finger before he could poke me again. I dragged him against me and kissed him deeply.
Derek cleared his throat, but I waved my hand at him. “Fine. I’m leaving. Just so you know, though, your wife is a badass. You should be proud of him.”
I turned my attention to Derek when I broke the kiss with Quin. “I am. Goodbye, Boss. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I slammed the door and locked it, grinning down at Quin. “Now, I specifically remember telling you to stay on the bed with your pretty pussy in the air.”
“You can’t do that to Derek.” He glanced from the door to me, mouth agape.
“I just did.” I grabbed him under the ass and lifted him up into my arms. He squealed, dropping the dress on the floor as I walked him back toward the bed and threw him onto it. He bounced a few times, his cock slapping against his lower stomach. “Turn over and get into breeding position, sweetheart.”
“Depends.” He raised his chin and backed away from me.
“On?” I slapped my cock playfully, and it jerked, catching his attention.
“Whether you’re going to be a real husband or not.” He pursed his lips, the challenge in his eyes obvious. “Are you man enough to take care of me?”
I took a step forward, and he visibly swallowed but didn’t move away from me when my knees hit the bed. I stroked my cock, sweeping my thumb across the head again and gathering precum. Holding it out to him, I grinned when he dove, taking my digit into his mouth and sucking on it like a thirsty man. He moaned, and the sight worked its way through me, making my balls throb.
“I give you what you need,” I murmured.
He swiped his tongue around my thumb and kissed it as he pulled away. “Then, I want your dick in me. Now. That’s what I need.”
I grinned, pleased with how confident he was. I loved it when Quin was submissive, but I also enjoyed when he knew what he wanted. He could always tell what mood I was in and what I craved, and tonight, I needed the fight he was willing to give me. I desired to take control over him, bring him to heel, and if that meant fucking him into obedience, then I’d happily do it.
“Get in position, Baby Girl.” I caressed his cheek and along his jaw, and he closed his eyes, humming. “I’ll fuck you until you still feel me a month from now.”
He moaned and spun around to his hands and knees. Pressing his chest to the mattress, he presented his ass in the air again. “Please, breed me, Daddy. I want your seed, want to feel you put a baby in me, Husband. Please.”
He wriggled his ass.
How could any man resist that request? I certainly couldn’t, and I wasn’t going to.