Chapter 22
I paced back and forth, the sound of my feet driving me nuts, but I couldn't stop moving. We hadn't heard from Quincy or Harlow in what felt like ages. Benito had sent men to their location, but when it was reported they were driving to the penthouse, we came back too. And then he spent a long time on his phone. Whatever had happened, it seemed they had both walked away. For now.
But not for long if I had anything to do with it.
“I don’t know why we didn’t just go to where they are,” I said.
“You don’t understand this yet, but there are rules in this world. Me going into yakuza territory and getting myself involved in whatever insanity my husband has stirred up will just start another war. We don’t need that right now, we’re still licking our wounds from the last one.” He got up from the couch. “Trust me, Harlow can handle himself.”
“But he’s a Vitale,” I said. “Wouldn’t him going be just as bad?”
He shook his head. “Harlow might be a Vitale, but he has ties to that world. He’s more welcome than I’ll ever be.”
I couldn’t understand how he was so calm. Was it because he knew Harlow was dangerous and could survive? Or was he just kidding himself?
“I’m going to turn on the shower,” Benito said. “If I know my husband, he’s going to come in covered in blood,” my brother said as he wandered off to his room.
I stared after him. This entire family is fucking insane.
The elevator inside the loft dinged, and I snapped my head in that direction. Harlow stepped off first, looking every bit as cool and collected as he always did. And covered in blood. Our eyes met, and he winked at me.
"Hey, youngest Vitale. You look like you've seen a ghost." He turned to see I was staring at Quincy who stepped off after him. When he looked back at me, he grinned. "Ah, so you kind of have. I'm going to get all this blood off. Maybe you can help Quincy with that too."
"Not helping, Harlow," Quincy growled.
He walked away, waving a hand. "Benito? You have one-point-two seconds to fuck me senseless in the shower before we have to be, ugh, adults." He paused. "Where's my daughter?"
I glanced at him. "York came up to get her."
"Oh, the fed?" He pursed his lips. "Well, at least I know she's safe. And eating."
I barely heard him. I was completely and totally focused on one person and one person only. Quincy moved out of the elevator finally, and the doors slid shut behind him. He stared at me, an intensity in his eyes that I couldn't read. I stared as he crossed the space to me slowly, like I was some kind of caged animal that would kill him at any moment.
"Blake..."
"Good to know you didn't die," I said. "Where the hell were you?"
"Taking care of some business." He stood right in front of me, his body not even an arm’s length away from mine. "You look good."
"Yeah."
The tension between us made my stomach tighten. He opened his mouth before he snapped it shut again. A little chuckle fell from his lips as he reached up and pushed his fingers through blood soaked pink curls. It should have bothered me, all that blood, but all I could focus on was the fact that he was right there in front of me. Alive.
"Listen, I know I was kind of a dick last time we were together?—"
"Kind of?"
Quincy looked away sheepishly. "Okay, more than kind of. The shit I was saying, it was out of line. And it wasn't even true."
"Then why say it?" I snapped. "And why the fuck are you covered in blood?"
Quincy held up his hands and examined them as if he'd just noticed the blood for the first time. He stuck them behind his back like a kid that had been caught getting into paint. If I wasn't so pissed off at him, I would have laughed. He looked like them, a yakuza badass, but he was really just... lost.
No, don't you dare forgive him that easily! Are you kidding me?
Right, I couldn't just give in to Quincy. I was still angry at him, but part of me had missed him too. He'd made my nights less lonely than they had been in a long time. Everyday I was by his side, I was able to keep going forward. Was he a dick? Yes, a colossal one, but life wasn't the same without him either.
"Blake?"
I glanced up at him and realized I'd zoned out. He searched my face as he took another step closer to me. Finally, he yanked me forward by both of my arms and frowned.
"Fuck, I don't know how to do this," he muttered. "I've never been good at it. Never gave enough of a fuck about anyone to even try. Hell, even my own mother can't do it."
"Do what?" I asked.
Quincy frowned. "I'm sorry. Seriously, I am. You have every right to be pissed off at me, but I don't want you to be. I want you to come home."
My heart squeezed. "Home?"
"Yeah, with me," he pressed as he invaded the last little bit of space I had. "Where you belong." He reached out and ghosted his hand over my face. "Fuck, I want to touch you so bad but I'm disgusting."
I went up on the tips of my toes, but the asshole was a damn giant. I could barely reach. I didn't have to tell him to move though. Quincy tugged me tight against his body and pressed his lips to mine. The moment he did, it was like color came back into my world. I grabbed onto his shirt, a moan on my lips as he kissed me deeper, a groan rumbling against my mouth from him.
"Still not close enough," he muttered against my lips. "You sure I can't slice you open and live inside of you for a little while?"
My belly twisted into knots. Yeah, I needed help, but damn, knowing he needed me that much made me want to squirm. He grinned a bit, his face breaking out into that smile that I had started to crave.
I stepped back, sucked in a breath, and punched him in the face. Quincy cried out as he hit the ground. Staring up at me with wide eyes, he held his chin. The sound of rushing footsteps filled the room, but I didn't care.
"You ever try that shit again with me and I'll kick your ass, Quincy. Do you hear me? You don't get to play games with my head." I climbed on top of him, crouched, grabbed his collar, and pulled him toward me. "Don't piss me off."
"Never, baby girl" He turned to spit out blood before he rolled his jaw. "Damn, that was a good-ass right hook."
"I have plenty more of those if you act like an idiot."
"Yes, baby." He grinned. "You're so hot."
I rolled my eyes. Had my words even gotten through to him? Doubtful. That was Quincy. He lived in a world of his own half the time.
"Excuse me?" Harlow stood there, dripping water, with a hand propped on his hip. Benito was behind him in a towel as well but he sported a glare. "I thought something had happened!" Harlow snapped.
"Sorry," I said, a little grin tugging at my lips. "Just hitting Quincy."
"Oh," Harlow said. "Well, that's a relief. I thought we were getting jumped or something."
"Hey!" Quincy said. "I just got punched by my boyfriend and you take his side?"
"Yep," Harlow said.
"Boyfriend?" Benito and I asked at the same time.
Quincy stared at me. "Yeah, my fucking boyfriend. Is that a problem with you?"
A shiver raced down my spine. "I guess not."
"Didn't think so, baby girl."
"What if it's a problem with me?" Benito asked. "Really?" He aimed my way. "Quincy?"
"You know, I'm getting a little sick of the shit around here," he huffed. "I'm a standup fucking citizen." We all stared at him. "You know what the fuck I mean!"
Quincy rolled his hips up and I groaned before I slapped a hand over my mouth. I punched him in the shoulder. "Not in front of my brother!"
"Awww, brother," Harlow said. "But also ew."
"You're one to talk about ew," Quincy said as he placed me to the side and stood up slowly. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "The shit I've had to hear from you today is enough to make me puke. I'm gonna take a shower and I'm taking my boyfriend with me."
Now he just likes saying it. I stared at the huge grin on his face, and yeah, that's exactly what it was. Oh well, it was kind of cute.
"Are you sure about this?" Benito asked me. "I'm barely just starting to like him."
I shrugged, a smile on my face. "It's not like I can get rid of him. At this point, I'm used to his shit."
My brother pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're both idiots. Go use the guest room bathroom."
"Awesome, thanks, Benito," Quincy called as he tugged me along. He stopped abruptly and I ran into him as he turned on his heels. "Harlow, gimme some lube."
"Oh trust me, there's definitely a bottle or two in there. Benito and I fuck all over this place."
Quincy and I pulled the same disgusted face as Benito stared at his husband with a horrified expression. Yeah, that was more than I needed to know about my brother. Ever.
"This family is way too close," I muttered.
"You're part of it now. And Quincy will be too. Soon," Harlow called.
Quincy picked up the pace, walked into the room, and shut the door behind us. He threw the lock, but I was still confused as to what Harlow was talking about. Before I could question it too much, Quincy had taken off his clothes, dropping them to the floor. All that glorious brown skin was put on display and any logical side left of my brain disappeared.
"What?" Quincy asked as he turned around.
"I forgot how good you look that fast."
Instead of the smart-ass reply I expected, Quincy smiled. "Yeah? Why don't you get naked and you can refresh my memory too?"
He didn't have to tell me twice. I quickly ripped off my clothes and tossed them in a pile along with his. Quincy grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom. I stared down at the way our fingers entwined and sucked in a sharp breath. This should be freaking me out. I should be running for the hills, but I didn't want to. God, almost a week without Quincy had rewired my brain. Opening up was still terrifying, but I wasn't willing to pretend like he hadn't already gotten to me. And I wasn't willing to put my wall back up with him. It felt too good when it was down.
Quincy turned on the water and even gathered towels, but he refused to let go of me in the process. As we moved around the bathroom, I took in every inch of him. From his long muscular legs riddled with healed scars I found myself wanting to know about, to his back that was covered in a huge tiger tattoo. It looked like a Japanese style of art. It bled over onto his shoulders and stopped a little above his elbow. The tiger looked fierce, mouth wide open and eyes staring right back at me. Even the art had flakes of blood on it, making it almost look terrifying. There was blood splattered in the craziest places, but it didn't make him look any less amazing. This family really had corrupted me.
"You can't just call me your boyfriend, you know," I said.
"Why not?" Quincy asked as he turned to stare at me.
"Let's see, you just sprung it on me, for one. And for two, you haven't even asked me out on a date."
"You want to go on a date?" he asked, his smile growing. "Done."
"I'm a very picky date."
I wasn't. Honestly, I had only been on a handful of them and most were terrible. The one or two that was good never resulted in anything other than fumbling, fooling around, and no second date. But I wasn't about to let Quincy know that. A small part of me was still irked at him. We'd missed out on time together because of his bullshit. I deserved a good date, damn it!
"You can be as picky as you want." Quincy lifted my chin with the tips of his fingers. "I don't mind."
His lips crushed mine. I leaned against him, kissing him back. Until I pushed my hands into his chest.
"Enough," I muttered. "Take a shower. You're, like, flaking everywhere."
Quincy chuckled and dragged me into the glass stall. As much as I wanted to do more than clean up, we had to get the blood off him first. I grabbed a towel and washed him off, making sure I scrubbed the blood from every inch of his skin. He planted his hands on the shower wall and just let me.
"It feels good to be taken care of," he said. "I've never... had that. You know? Always had to take care of myself. Even when I was a kid."
Frowning, I stood up and started scrubbing his back. He moaned as I worked into his muscles, trying to ease the tension I felt. "Your mom didn’t?” I remembered seeing the letters. I knew Quincy was taking care of her, but I had no idea to what extent. “I’m guessing she’s still alive?”
He let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, she's alive. Doesn't mean she wants anything to do with me. Apparently, like my father, I ruined her life." He turned around suddenly, the smile gone. "I screwed up your life too. Shit could have gone a lot worse?—"
"But it didn't," I cut in, anger bubbling in my chest. "If you start pushing me away again, I swear to God."
"I'm not!" he said quickly. "I mean, I'm trying not to. Her words just really got to me when you were gone. All I've ever done is to try and not be like my father. But I see some of the ways I have been." He frowned. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Then don't," I said. "And even if you do, then make up for it."
"You make it sound so simple," he said.
I shrugged. "To me, it is. And no offense, but fuck your mom."
Quincy burst out laughing. Seeing the light fill his face again made my heart happy. But deep down, I meant every word. I needed to figure out where his mom lived because I was going to have a talk with her. And she would be lucky if all I did was talk.
We toweled off as we sat on the edge of the bed together. The shower had gone on for what felt like ages, but I'd had to really scrub Quincy to get the blood off him. Both my arms ached as I finished and plopped backwards on the mattress. I stared up at the ceiling. So much had happened, but I also didn't mind. It felt like a relief to admit the truth, that I cared about Quincy. No, I wasn't ready for anything beyond that and the title, but maybe I would get there with him.
Bullshit.
I ignored the little voice in my head. I wasn’t ready for anything else. Not yet. Just the thought of it made my heart race way too fast.
The bed shifted as Quincy climbed on top of me. I stared up at him. There were still droplets of water that rolled over the scar on his chest and down his cut belly. I reached out, touching his skin, mesmerized by him. Licking my lips, I dragged my finger down before I toyed with the ring in his cock. It was cool to the touch now that we'd been out of the shower for a while. I played with it until he groaned.
"If you keep touching me like that, I'll lose my mind," he whispered.
"What's wrong with that?" I asked before I moved my hands and put them behind my head. "Go ahead and smoke first."
Quincy tilted his head at me. "What?"
"You know, you always smoke before we have sex. It used to bother me, but I guess after the night you've had, it really doesn't."
He frowned. "It bothered you?"
I shrugged. "I always wondered why you had to be high to get off with me. Like if you weren't really attracted to me or something."
It felt weird to be spitting out my thoughts into the open air. I never let people in, never told them anything, but Quincy just pulled it out of me. The words came out easily, but it felt like I was swallowing glass with each syllable. Quincy stared down at me before he climbed off my lap.
"Where are you going?" I asked as I shot up and propped myself up on my elbows.
"You really thought I wasn't attracted to you?" he asked. "That's fucked up. See, I screwed that up too."
"Quincy—"
"So, I'll fix it," he said as he turned to me, his eyes blazing. "Just like you said. If I screw up, I'll fix it."
Whatever words were on my tongue disappeared as he shoved me further back on the bed and settled between my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue against my cock was pure heaven. My hips raised on their own, seeking him out. I hadn't had sex since we'd gone our separate ways, and I remembered very quickly why I loved sleeping with him. Quincy didn't waste any time, instead, he swallowed me down until my cock touched the back of his throat. When he gagged, I moaned, my hand slipping into his hair where I gripped it roughly.
"You trying to prove something?" I asked.
Quincy popped up for air, his eyes lined with wetness from stretching his mouth so hard. "Yeah. I don't need a goddamn drug to fuck you. What kind of shit is that? You saying I can't get it up?"
I burst out laughing at the pout on his face. It didn't go away. Slowly, I whistled.
"You're kind of cute like this," I teased.
"Blake."
I grinned. "It's just an insecurity," I reassured him. "I guess it got to me more than I thought."
Quincy nuzzled his cheek against my slick cock. "Whatever issues I have? They have nothing to do with you. I can overcompensate with that shit, but it just makes it easier to get out of my own head."
"So smoke," I said quietly. "If it helps you, I’m not going to take it away."
Quincy shook his head. "You settle my mind more than the weed ever has."
Fuck. If he kept saying shit like this, I was going to end up getting pregnant. Why the hell was he so vulnerable, too, tonight? I didn't want to question it, didn't want to lose this moment in time where we were real and raw. And when he was just mine. All mine.
My back arched as Quincy sucked me off again, his cheeks hollowed out as he bobbed his head up and down. I gripped his tight curls. His hair had grown out since I'd last seen him, a steady afro popping up now that he hadn't cut it for a while. It was nice. I liked it.
"Quincy, fuck!" I shouted as he went from sucking my cock to lapping at my hole. "What are you doing?"
"Feasting," he growled. "You taste so damn good. I wish I could get even deeper than this."
I had no idea what to say to that. All of my thoughts were snatched anyway as he shoved his tongue inside of me more, his nails gripping my thighs as he ate my ass. Quincy squeezed my cheeks, kneading my stiff muscles as he groaned and flicked his tongue over my flesh. I reached down and toyed with my cock, my hand not nearly enough to satisfy me alone. Quincy refused to even come up for air for what felt like ages. When he did, he wiped his mouth and grinned as I laid there, panting and moaning. He crawled up the length of my body before his lips found mine.
Quincy kissed me like he was never going to see me again. So long, hard, and passionate that I felt my cheeks turning red, but I didn't want to pull away. Instead, I kissed him back just as hard. I had to remind him of who he belonged to at the end of the day.
He reached over my body and yanked open a drawer. When Quincy straightened up again, there was a huge bottle of lube in his hand. He sat back on his knees, showing it to me before he poured a large amount on my cock. As soon as it was wet enough, he worked some over his hole before he shoved at least a finger inside and lubed himself up. When he pulled it free, he hovered over my cock and took hold of it.
"You gonna ride me?" I asked. "I thought only bottoms did that," I teased.
Quincy stared at me before he impaled himself on my dick. Every teasing word disappeared as he slid down my length. Bit by bit, the lube made more of me slide inside, and I groaned as I rolled my hips up once more. He gasped out, his hands perched on my chest for leverage. Quincy looked down at me, his brown eyes staring into mine.
"Shut up," he said.
I laughed. "You're gonna have to move more than that if you want me to shut up."
Quincy raised his hips and slammed them back down, stealing the breath from my lungs. I groaned, my fingers digging into his flesh as he raised and lowered himself. A look of pure bliss colored his face, his mouth hanging open as he panted and moaned.
"Fuck, I missed you," he groaned.
As good as it felt to have his hole wrapped around my dick, and the vindication that he did in fact want me, even sober, nothing felt as good as hearing those words. I never thought of myself as needing anyone else in life, or needing much of anything either. Now, I had an entire family. And a man that was fucking himself senseless on my dick while his eyelids fluttered. He threw his head back, his moans filling the air as he spoke.
"Blake, yes. Just like that. Move your hips more."
Quincy’s words forced a shiver down my spine. It was like he'd broken the spell over me. As big as he was, it wasn't that difficult to roll over and toss him back on the bed. He cried out as I took up my spot between his thighs and drove my cock inside of him roughly. The way his head tilted back made me reach up and wrap my hand around his throat. I squeezed, feeling the way his pulse raced beneath my fingertips. When he whimpered, I squeezed harder.
"You whimper like a little bitch for me," I moaned. "I love that."
"Baby girl."
I slammed into him so hard, he cried out, his voice catching in his throat. His eyes were wide, and I loved how... alert he was. How completely in the moment we were.
"You really pissed me off," I said.
"I know."
"Don't you think you should pay for that?"
Quincy cried out as I jerked his cock. "Don't do that! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that shit up—Ah!"
I ignored him and jerked him off faster. His panting was like music to my ears as I toyed with him. I could tell he was on the edge, the way he reached down and grabbed my arms, his nails digging in as he tried to stop himself. But I wasn't gonna let that happen.
"Fuck!" he yelled.
Ribbons of cum shot out and decorated his torso. They hit me too. I scooped up as much as I could, gripped his jaw on each side until his mouth opened, and fed him his own cum. The look in his eyes was nothing but pure bliss. He lapped up every drop, his eyes trained on me as his tongue flicked and darted between my digits. His juicy lips wrapped around my fingers and he sucked on them too, his cheeks hollowing out as he fucked himself on my still-hard cock.
"I said a punishment," I reminded him. "This is definitely a reward for you."
"You can't punish me with much when it comes to this body," he said after he slipped my fingers out. "Whatever you do to me is a prize."
"We'll see about that."
I pulled my cock free and shifted on the edge of the bed. Quincy sat up, a puzzled expression on his face. I poured lube into my palm before I started jerking myself off. A moan left my lips as I tilted my head back and gave in to how good it felt.
"What are you doing?" Quincy asked.
"Finishing myself."
"What? Why?"
I gazed at him. "That's your punishment. I'm not cumming inside of you until I feel like it."
The way Quincy's eyes had gone wide, I knew I'd hit the right nerve. He moved toward the edge of the bed, his ass in the air as he lowered his chest to the sheets. The way his breath drifted over my cockhead made it twitch.
"You're saying you want to deny me?" he asked.
I remained calm, just staring at him as I picked up speed. "Yeah," I answered. "I know how much you like it when I breed your slutty hole. So, I'm not going to do that."
Quincy whimpered.
Whimpered.
I almost stopped fucking with him in that moment because hearing that sound leave him knocked me off balance. He reached out for my cock, but I slapped his hand away. Finally, Quincy stared up at me.
"Please," he groaned. "Please."
I raised a brow. "Please what?"
"You know how much I love it when you cum in my ass. It's hot, and full, and perfect." He touched his lower stomach as he sat, like he could just imagine it. "Don't do me like this."
I shrugged. "Bad boys don't deserve dripping wet holes."
"Fuck!" Quincy shouted before he laid back on the bed. "Come on, please, baby girl. I'll be so good. What do you want? I'll blow you every morning. Not enough? I'll... I'll do the dishes every time you make dinner. And I'll be naked for you whenever you come home. I'll find you the best weed. Shit, come on, Blake," he moaned as he started jerking his cock back to life. "I'll do anything."
"You want to be my breeding hole that badly? Or do you want to be good for me that badly?" I teased.
"Both," he whispered breathlessly. "I want to do anything and everything for you. What more do you want?"
I thought over his words. "Well, that was a pretty impressive list. I can't say I don't like what I heard."
Quincy groaned. "Please, I'll do anything. I need to feel you cum, baby girl." He plunged two fingers into his hole, opening up for me. "See, I'll make it nice and gaped for you. I'll just be a hole for you to cum in."
As tempting as he was, I chuckled. "You've gone soft, Quincy."
A look flashed in his eyes. Before I knew it, the man wrapped an arm around my neck and dragged me back into bed. He shoved me down, climbed on top of me, and impaled himself on my cock. We both let out sounds that sounded more animal than man as he rode me hard and fast.
"Fuck that," he growled. "You're mine. If you're not going to give me what the fuck I own, I'll take it. This is my cock. You'll breed my filthy hole whenever I want it."
"Want?" I asked. "Just want?"
"Need. Demand. Whatever!" he snapped.
A laugh tumbled free from my lips. There was my Quincy. Seeing him sulk and grovel was hot, and I would definitely still make him do that outside of the bedroom. But I liked how bossy of a bottom he was. That he demanded and took, and more importantly, craved my cock the way no one ever had before. His teeth sank into his lip. I watched a bead of blood slide over it, before it dripped down his chin. Reaching up, I grabbed the back of his neck, yanked him down, and kissed him. The taste of blood between our kiss just made sense to me. After all, this was my life now. And honestly? I couldn't complain one bit.
"You make me feel so good," I whispered against his lips. "So fucking good."
"Same," Quincy whispered. "Now stop fucking talking and cum in my ass."
I laughed as I fell back onto the bed and gripped his hips. Leveraging myself with my feet against the bed, I slammed up inside of him. The first thrust made his eyes roll back. Ooh, I want to see that again. So, I thrusted once more, harder this time. He moaned, his body bouncing up and down as he panted wildly. The glint of his cock ring in the soft overhead lights was so enticing as his dick waved up and down in the air, precum dripping from his slit. I pumped his cock, and he hissed.
"Still sensitive?"
"Fuck it," he groaned. "There ain't no pleasure without some pain."
A shiver ran down my spine. Yeah, I was going to put that to the test with him. Soon. I jerked him off as my own cock pulsed and throbbed inside of him. It had taken everything in me to hold back before, but I knew that wasn't going to hold out for long.
I drove up one last time as I shot my load inside of Quincy. My boyfriend. This psychopath that I had started falling for and who I never wanted to let go.
When I caught my breath, Quincy laid on top of me. My cock had popped out of him as I tried to recover from heaven. Slowly, I pushed him over and made my way between his thighs. When I shoved his legs apart, he grunted, but didn't move.
"Finally," I sighed. "Pure blissful silence. You only shut up when you cum."
"Fuck y—Ah, what?"
I'd shoved my tongue into his hole. The salty taste of my cum against my tongue made me moan as I ate his ass, savoring the flavor of us mixed together. I explored deeper, until I couldn't anymore, lapping and nibbling his flesh as he moaned and writhed against my face. He tried to push me away, but I just latched on harder, eating him out until I came up and wiped my face.
"You're a dirty little bastard," he muttered. "I can't even cum anymore. Get up here."
I grinned and crawled up before I laid on top of him. He grabbed the blanket, threw it over us, and sighed. The heat of his body along with the sound of his heartbeat soothed me. I'd forgotten how much I loved to sleep next to him. As my eyes started shutting and I was lolled into sleep, I heard the faintest whisper from him.
"I think I'm in love with you, Blake."
My brain tried to make me swim back to the surface, but my balls were empty and my body was exhausted. Did he really say that? Or am I dreaming already?
God, I hoped it was the first one.