Chapter 6
six
Quinn
A fter a long, and really fun day with the kids, I’m more than happy to tag team Grammy for the evening. She promises to order them a healthy supper to compensate for our fast food and snacks. Isaac even allows Storm to read his favorite book, claiming it will suffice for his bedtime read. This time. While she finishes up the book then spends a few minutes with Emmerii, I review the day.
Spending the time with Storm and watching her interact with the kids solidified her place in my heart. I could easily fall in love with this woman. Truth is, I’m already half way there.
My ex and I jumped into marriage too quickly. It took a messy divorce to see how she’d played on my youthful lusts, insinuating herself into my life and my bed. She didn’t want babies, although getting pregnant is what finally opened the door for her to claw her way into what she’d aimed for. Not my love, my money. The only thing she loves more than herself is a fat bank account attached to a gold card.
I chuckle. If I handed Storm a credit card, she’d likely shove it back in my face. Her self-sufficiency appeals to me. Her broken down car and shit-hole apartment show her determination to do for herself.
I need to be careful. Raised as the heir to a successful construction company, I’ve never had to worry about money or creature comforts. Except when my ex tried to take me for everything. That got her nowhere. Thank god my folks insisted on a prenup.
Would I need a prenup with Storm?
Rising to my feet, I stand looking out the window. How many of the buildings on or near the strip and across the city has my company been part of? My couple times great-grandfather started building here when Vegas was nothing more than a possibility. I can’t say Shellmar Construction hasn’t played a pivotal role in growing the city, because we have, and continue to do so.
I fear my family’s success might turn Storm away from me. That she’ll think anything I do, even paying for a meal, is an attempt to buy her affections. It’s better to keep the extent of my wealth private for now. But is that lying to her? I know enough to realize she won’t tolerate lies. She’ll kick me to the curb in an instant if she believes I’ve lied to her.
Ah hell. This is an impossible position. I’m damned if I tell her and doubly damned if I don’t.
She and Helene enter the room and I watch the reflection of the hug Helene gives her. Interesting. I lucked out with the kids’ grammy. If she’d been anything like her daughter…
“Ready?” Storm asks as she joins me at the window.
“Where would you like to go for dinner?”
“I’m not in the mood to go out or be around crowds. I’m not accustomed to all the noise and stimulation. After the craziness at the Adventuredome I need quiet.”
“This hotel doesn’t have room service, but I can run down and grab something from the food court.” I wouldn’t mind some peaceful, alone time with her. “Then maybe just some soft music or a movie while we eat?”
“Sounds perfect.”
She talks me into a classic musical movie that plays in the background while we enjoy a fairly simple pasta from the Italian restaurant. I picked up wine as well, and after giving me a look suggesting she knows I have ulterior motives, accepts a glass. “This is good,” she sighs after taking a sip.
“One of my favorites. Would you like to dance?”
I’ve surprised her and gesture toward where there’s a dance number happening on the television screen.
“Oh, I’m not very good. Don’t get many opportunities.”
I understand what she’s not saying. Her usual ‘dates’ are probably at a bar where there might be dancing. Or maybe not even that. Holding out my hand I wait for her to set down her wine and rise. Pulling her into my arms and against my body is the most natural feeling. Like this is where she belongs. Because she’s mine.
Swaying with the music, we remain in one place, eyes locked as our bodies ease closer. Then her eyes close and she rests her cheek against my chest. I release her hand, wrap both arms around her waist and press my lips to her soft hair. She smells so good. Like floral vanilla with a hint of popcorn from our time at Circus Circus.
Still moving together long after the movie ends, I shift to try to conceal my dick’s reaction to the brush of our bodies. Each time I do, she follows, pressing her hip against me.
The time for teasing is over. I stop moving and somehow manage to hold her at arms’ length. Her eyes remain closed. Her lips are softly parted, inviting, daring me to plunder her sensual mouth. “Storm, I want…”
Her eyes open slowly and her tongue darts out to touch the full swell of her bottom lip. “To have sex?”
Not the blunt, clinical way I was going to put it, but, “Yeah.”
She drops her gaze then looks up at me through her lashes. “Me, too.”
No other words are needed before our lips meet. Gentle and exploring at first then she presses for more, deepening our contact, gaining my permission to twine her tongue with mine. She makes me drunk with need and I’m drowning in sensation. When her fingers fumble with the button on my jeans I groan encouragement.
“Quinn.” She nips at my lower lip. “It’s been a long time for me. I’m healthy and my birth control is still viable. I think.” Her back stiffens. “Yeah, pretty sure it is.”
“Been a couple years for me.”
“Ooh, you must need it bad,” she whispers then laughs.
I stop her chuckle with a hard kiss that leaves us both breathless. “I didn’t think so, baby, not until this moment.”
She steps backward toward the bed, dragging me forward with her fingers curled at the top of my zipper. My dick strains toward her touch. “How about we stop thinking then, Quinn. I need to feel you. Taste you.”
Exactly what I’m thinking, but she beats me to the action and after encouraging me to sit on the edge of the bed, tugs off my jeans and boxers. My cock springs free and she gives a low, delighted chuckle. “Take off your shirt.”
While I struggle with the simple task, she sinks to her knees between my spread thighs and strokes my length. I throb against her palm, my hips jerk forward, searching for more. Once I finally toss my shirt over her head, she winks and takes the head deep into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan when her lips and hands move in tandem to stroke while her tongue draws damp patterns along the veins. “Storm, fuck.”
“Like?” she asks then dips the tip of her tongue toward the head. I’m not gonna last long and I don’t want to finish like this. Covering her hands with mine, I stop the mind-numbing movement. Her mouth leaves my cock with a soft pop and she licks her lips.
“Quinn? What’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong. It’s perfect and right, baby. Just too much right. We need to slow down.”
Her eyes sparkle with her wicked grin. “What do you suggest?”
“Woman, you might just be the death of me. I want to see as much of your skin as you see of mine. Strip and get up here on the bed.”
There’s a slight hitch in her grin. She eases away from me, tugging at her shirt. “I… I’m not…well, there’s more of me…”
I know what’s happening. She’s afraid I’ll be turned off by her body. Despite what my ex looked like, I’ve always been more attracted to Rubenesque women. Like my beautiful Storm. “Don’t you dare try to tell me I’m not going to like your body, all those soft luscious curves.”
“But Quinn…”
“No but anything, Storm. Unless it has to do with my hands on your ass.” I stand and pull her up, positioning her in front of me. “You’re taking too long. I need my hands on you.” To demonstrate my determination, I help her shimmy out of her jeans and panties. The second they’re kicked away, I cup her ass and mold our lower bodies together, pressing my throbbing cock against her stomach.
Capturing her moan with a kiss, somehow I work my hands between us, tug off her shirt and unfasten her front closure bra. Replacing the support with my hands, I brush my thumbs over her firm, plump nipples and nip softly at the spot where her neck meets her shoulders. She sighs my name.
“Get on the bed, baby,” I tell her as I toss back the duvet, then help arrange the pillows behind her shoulders. Except for one that I fold and place under her hips. Standing back, I admire the view.
“Don’t do that,” I warn when she covers her breasts with her hands. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me.”
After a long, tense moment, she holds her arms out to me. “Please, Quinn.”
I want what she wants, but first… “You tasted me, baby. Now it’s my turn.”
Despite the urgency thrumming in the air around us, I start at her cute, painted toes and stroke my hands slowly up her legs. Then follow the same path with my tongue until I reach the crease of her thigh. The scent of her arousal fills the air. Nuzzling her damp curls, I take a deep breath, letting the flavor linger at the back of my throat for a moment before parting her with my thumbs and taking my first, lingering taste.
Her gasp and low whine is all the encouragement I need. Each slight arch or twist of her hips directs my mouth and my tongue to where she needs me. Using my shoulders, I open her thighs wider and wonder at the beauty of her glistening sex. When her fingers curl through my hair, I blow softly across her before pressing her clit between my lips.
Each of her panting breaths and soft cries drive my own need nearly to the breaking point. I barely lift my head and speak against her skin. “Come for me, Storm.”
“Almost. Yes, that. Like that.”
While flicking my tongue over her, I tease with my fingers, barely entering her hot, slick channel.
“You’re mean,” she manages. “Maybe I won’t… come…”
“Oh, you will, baby.” I slip two fingers into her, fluttering them against her inner walls.
“Quinn, damn it, Quinn.”
Her hips arch high and I add a third finger. Pressing my tongue hard against her clit, I hum.
Her nails scrape my scalp and she shatters. With her free hand pressed against her mouth, she muffles the sounds of her orgasm. I’ll let her get away with that this time.
Sucking and stroking, I prolong her release until her body calms and she collapses against the mattress. I take great care, and my time, licking her clean and before long, she’s restless and shifting under my touch and thankfully not trying to silence her delight.
I discover she responds most to a side to side stimulation of her clit and continue that movement with my thumb as I kiss my way up her body. Spending the whole night with my mouth between her legs would be a dream but my cock is so hard I could pound nails. I need to be inside Storm more than I need to breathe.
Her parted lips are too tempting so I pause for a deep, soul touching kiss. When I draw back, she’s staring at me, her eyes open and glazed with passion. “Quinn, if you don’t stick your handsome cock in me soon… I’m going to…”
I kiss the tip of her nose and move between her parted thighs. “To what, baby?”
Her shoulders and hips are still propped up on the pillows enabling her to watch as I position the head of my cock against her body. “Tell me, Storm, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to take every inch of you.”
Bracing myself on one hand, I slip barely an inch inside her slick heat. I clench my teeth to keep from groaning. “Like this?”
“More. Damn it. If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll…”
Another slow inch. “You’ll what?”
“Leave. That’s it. I’ll leave.”
“No. You won’t.” I nip her jawline then slam my way in until I’m balls deep.
Her eyes burst open wide. Fuck, I’ve hurt her. Before I manage an apology, she shifts her hips.
“Damn it, Quinn. You’re there. Move. Mo?—”
Our mouths come together fiercely as I pump into her. Our tongues mimic the thrust and retreat. Sounds that might be words rise and fall as we drive each other deeper into the tight fist of passion. The sheen of sweat covering our skin increases the slick torment.
“Come for me.” It’s not my voice making the demand. Storm arches up and bites my shoulder. “Fill me, Quinn.”
“Not until… until you…” Despite my determination to drive her to pleasure first, her demand tightens my balls and if possible I grow thicker and harder.
“Yes,” she cries. “Feels good. Like that.” Opening herself further, she wraps one leg over my ass. “Ah god. Quinn. Quinn.”
“Storm, fuck, I’m coming.”
“Yes, fill me. Now.”
I’m out of control. Pounding into her, sucking on her skin, marking her. Two hard, jerking thrusts press her deep into the mattress and I swear as I pour my soul into her. With a silent scream, she follows me into that paradise. The rippling contractions of her orgasm milk me dry.
“Quinn,” she sighs as our breathing calms. “Thank you.”
“Relax, baby. I’m going to—” Easing from her body leaves me feeling… empty. How the hell does that make any sense? Forcing the uncomfortable questions aside, I gather Storm close for lingering kisses.
She smiles and strokes her fingers through my hair. “Pretty good for a couple of people who are out of practice, don’t you think?”
“Not bad at all. Although,” I cup my palm over her nipple and tease her to a taut peak with the barest pressure. “Maybe more practice might be in order. See how much we remember.”
“Good idea. I can get down with that.”
“Speaking of remembering. You relax and wait here. I’ll be right back.”
She grabs my hand before I move away. “Aftercare?”
I nod. “Gotta take care of you.”
“What about you? Shouldn’t I take care of you, too?” Her dark eyes sparkle with promise.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Instead of going through all the trouble of bringing washcloths and towels or whatever in here, how about we just take a shower? Together? Get all that taken care of at once?”
My cock stirs against her hip and she grins. “That feels like a yes to me.”