33. Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jacob
I sit back and wait. Every other time we’ve done this, I’ve been rough with her. Grabbed her hair, controlled her movements, fucked her face. I’m so tempted to do it now, but I hold myself back. I want to see what she’ll do.
She’s so fucking beautiful. If it wasn’t so late, I could have spent hours with her on my knee, listening to her desperate little moans as I played with her. Now, she’s stretched up on her knees, wild pink hair in a messy tangle. I slide my gaze down her body, from the little perky tits to her tiny waist and narrow hips. She’s perfect, and she’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.
Quinn hesitates, frozen and needing some encouragement. I lay a finger under her chin and turn her face up. “Come on. Be my good little girl.”
She blushes, and Christ, I don’t think I could get any harder. She can handle being thrown around and spanked better than any girl I’ve ever met but blushes at a bit of gentle praise as if she’s not used to it. I fucking love it.
She shuffles forward, positions herself over my cock, and takes the tip into her mouth. The warm, wet feel of her is almost too much, and I breathe deep, controlling myself. This won’t take long, but I don’t want to make things too easy for her.
She waits, expecting me to grab her hair and take over. I lace my hands behind my head, letting her know it’s all on her tonight. She gets the message, opens wider, and slides her soft lips down my shaft.
God, she’s amazing, and she’s come such a long way in her training. She’ll always be a brat, but she can be a good girl, too.
“That’s it, love. Just like that. Go nice and deep—show me how well you’ve been practicing.”
I don’t have to tell her twice. She sets to work with confidence, and I just lie back and fucking enjoy it.
I watch her lips, the way they stretch around my shaft as she struggles her way to the bottom. My hands twitch, wanting to hold her there, but I stop myself. Watching her stretch to fit me into all her pretty little holes is my favorite thing. She struggles but takes it like a fucking champion.
She’s closed her eyes, concentrating, but as I feel my release build, I tap her cheek. “Eyes on me, darling.”
She pauses for a second, icy gaze meeting mine, then I groan as she slides back down with renewed energy. She sucks hard, cheeks hollowing out, and my eyes roll back in my head at the surge of pleasure. “Fuck yes. Like that. Just like that.”
She does as she’s told. I can’t hold on any longer, and instinct takes over. I grip the back of her head as my release rises up, and after a few deep, rough strokes right to the back of her throat, I shoot into her mouth.
There’s a moment where everything fades out, nothing left but roaring pleasure and the hot feel of Quinn’s lips on my skin. I’m panting, still gripping her. She struggles, but she can stay right where she is a bit longer.
Fuck yes. She’s everything that was missing in my life.
When I let her go, I watch as my cock slips from her mouth and she splutters, caught between choking and swallowing. Messy, sticky white fluid drips from the corners of her mouth as she gives me an adorable glare.
I lean down, wipe the corners of her lips with my finger, then feed it to her when she opens her mouth to complain. Her eyes widen. Muffled around my finger, she says, “You…”
“Shush. That was perfect. Don’t ruin it by talking.”
She bites my finger. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me jump.
“Gotcha.” The grin she gives me after is enough to make me want to spank her little arse yet again, but it’s much too late, and we both need sleep.
I settle for gripping her hair in my fist. “Right, brat. We’re getting a shower, and we’re going to bed. And unless you want to spend the night in your cage, you’ll behave. Got it?”
She nods as best she can, but she’s still smirking.
Fuck, I love this girl.
***
Early the next morning, Quinn is wide awake and as jittery as I’ve ever seen her, bouncing around the room getting ready to meet Grandad.
I’ve let her dress more conservatively than usual, with thick black tights to hide the belt marks on her thighs. Her bright green pleated skirt stops just above her knees, and her tight black T-shirt only shows a finger width of midriff. For her, it’s practically nun-like.
I leave her alone and go to the new rooms to wait for Grandad to wake up.
I don’t have to wait long. Grandad has never been one to sleep in, and he emerges looking sharp in trousers and a button-up shirt someone procured from fuck-knows-where last night. It was waiting outside the door, and I put it in his room this morning. He wouldn’t have liked coming out in his pajamas.
He gives me a nod and goes to the huge window overlooking the forest. After standing there in silence for a few minutes, he says, “This isn’t a normal military base.”
It’s not phrased as a question. I gape for a moment as reality sinks in. He’s not fooled. Why did I think he might be? He’s always been the furthest thing from stupid.
I join him, looking out over the vast green expanse. I can’t be honest with him, and it fucking kills me. But maybe I can give him enough to set his mind at ease.
“You’re right. It’s a lot more secret. The only reason I got you in here is because my superior thinks you’re a harmless old man. He needs to keep thinking that.”
Deep, worried furrows cut into his forehead as he turns to face me. “What are you mixed up in, my boy? Tell me the truth. Is it something dangerous?”
“No. It’s nothing bad. I’m working right on the cutting edge of research, and there are a lot of people who would like to steal it. Here, my work is protected, but it means I have to give up some of my freedom in return. I spend most of my time here.”
His throat works. “But son, you can’t work all your life. What about finding a wife? Having kids? All the stuff that matters.”
It’s another kick to the gut, loaded with guilt. Grandad doesn’t know he’s never getting great-grandkids from me. A vasectomy took care of that—another Brotherhood rule. But at least he’s turned the conversation the direction I wanted.
“Actually, there’s someone special I want you to meet. She lives here too, and we’ve become close. She’s excited to meet you.”
His eyes widen. “Are you fuckin’ serious, lad? You’ve got a bird in here? Here’s me worried your todger was gonna fall off from lack of use. Why didn’t you tell me?”
I splutter into a laugh. It’s a good job Quinn didn’t hear that. I’d never have heard the end of it. “I couldn’t bring her to visit—there are rules about that sort of thing here—so I didn’t want to mention it. But at least you can get to know her whilst you’re here. Shall I get her over for breakfast?”
“Of course!” The news has brightened him up, and there’s a twinkle in his eye that spells trouble. “Bring her in.”
Ten minutes later, I’ve ordered us a full English fry up from the kitchen and collected Quinn. When we reach the door, she stops, staring at it nervously. I grip her hand. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s stupid,” she mutters.
“No, it’s not. Tell me.”
She glances up at me. “I’ve never done a ‘meet the parents’ thing. I don’t know what’s supposed to happen.”
Never? That’s an interesting conversation for another day, but not for the corridor outside Grandad’s room. I squeeze her hand. “You’ll be fine. Come on.”
The strangeness of the situation isn’t lost on me. She’s not my girlfriend; she’s my captive. Why is she nervous about making a good impression on my family? She is, though, and I can only take that as a good sign.
We enter. Grandad sits at the table, looking lost without a newspaper to page through—his usual breakfast routine. The kitchen delivered a huge spread while I was collecting Quinn, and the table is covered with enough eggs, bacon, toast, sausages, and black pudding to feed ten men.
Grandad blinks as he takes in Quinn, and I know she’s not what he was expecting. My previous girlfriends were much more conventional. Natural hair and classy outfits. By comparison, Quinn is a tub of paint thrown against a wall, all noise and color and movement.
He starts to get to his feet, and I wince as Quinn steps forward. “Oh no, it’s okay. Don’t get up.”
A bad start. He ignores her, stands, and gives her a stern glare. “Look, love, I’m old, but I’m not bloody decrepit. I’ll stand when a lady enters the room until the day I fucking die.”
Quinn looks between Grandad and me, eyes wide. “Well, I can see where Jacob gets his attitude from. I’m Quinn. It’s lovely to meet you.”
Grandad’s mustache twitches, a sign he’s holding back a smile. “James, but you can call me Jim. Everyone does. Pleased to meet you too. It would have been nice to know you existed before now, but I can’t expect the moon on a stick, can I?”
“With Jacob? Definitely not. Do you know he was so busy with work he forgot my birthday? It was last week, and he never even got me a card.”
Oh, the little minx. Grandad turns on me, eyes hard. I can feel his disappointment sizzling in the air. All the strict lessons he ever gave me in the proper way to treat a lady, wasted. Good job he’ll never know by how much.
Quinn and Grandad both glare at me. In one sentence, I’ve become their common enemy. “I taught you better than that, son. You’ll make it up to this young lady.”
“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Quinn sits, and Grandad follows suit.
I park myself opposite Grandad and load my plate with a sigh. “And how does the young lady want me to do that?”
Quinn curls a strand of hair around her finger, and her lips twitch as she tries to stay serious. So much for her being nervous. “I’ll think about it. But anyway, Jim, dish the dirt. You must have some really embarrassing stories about Jacob when he was a kid. I want to hear them all.”
For a second, I think she’s taken the joke too far and Grandad will react badly. But he studies her as if checking for malice, then smiles.
“Did he ever tell you about the time he brought the class hamster home for the weekend? Biscuits, it was called, and it was a nasty little thing. Vicious. Mind you, I would be too if I had twenty-five kids grabbing at me all day long.”
Quinn leans forward in her seat, enraptured. “What happened?”
“Well, he let it out for a run, but the silly bastard had half a muesli bar in his pocket. Bloody thing must have smelled it and shot up his trouser leg like a rocket. He screamed the fucking house down.”
Quinn laughs, a very unladylike snort, and it sets Grandad off too. He covers his mouth with his hand and chuckles, eyes bright and happy. Happier than I could have imagined him being, given the circumstances.
My heart warms, and a smile touches my lips even though their laughter is at my expense. Quinn is magic. In just a few words, she shook Grandad out of his gloomy mood and had him smiling.
I wish things could be different. That Grandad could visit me here and Quinn and I could go out into the world like normal people. I’m outside much more than most Brothers, so I’ve never really chafed at the restrictions before.
Watching Quinn and Grandad laughing, a tiny part of me questions if all the Brotherhood offers is worth the sacrifices.
“That’s amazing! What else? Come on now, Jim, don’t hold out on me. What about when he was a teenager? Did he do anything really dumb for a girl? Or what about the first time he got drunk?”
Grandad’s eyes light up. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe that, love. We were on holiday down in Cornwall and…”
Their chatter fills the air, and I take all the ribbing and keep a smile on my face. But my mind is drifting. I’m thinking about the hospital and the trap I mean to set to catch my sister.