Chapter 28 #2
My cell lights up on the seat next to me. Swiping it up, I answer, but Isobel speaks before I have a chance. “When the call goes to voicemail that fast, then I know you’re ‘ignoring’ it.”
“Sorry.” I shift into high gear. “I can’t talk about work right now.”
“It’s not about work,” she replies. “You told me to do some research.”
I go still. Right.
“Did you find something?” Equal parts excitement and dread course through me. “Something on Hugo Navarre or Drew Reeves?” I ask, hopeful.
I’d asked her to look up Madoc, Jared, and Jax, as well. I didn’t want her to find anything, though.
“Actually,” she tells me. “I found something on you.”
Oh, what the fuck… What now?
I’m too exhausted with worry at this point to muster much of a reaction. What could she have possibly found?
“Do you have a Ruger?” she asks.
The muscles leave my arms, and the car swerves. I quickly jerk it back into place. “The rifle?” I blurt out. “No.”
Guns? Is she saying my name is being mentioned with firearms somewhere?
“Do you have an AR-15?” she presses.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I don’t mean to shout at her, but now I’m worried.
“Yeah, I’ve never known you to be an enthusiast,” she goes on, “so that’s what caught my eye. There are six firearms registered in your name at the address 8 Green Street.”
“What?!” I shout.
Weapons? Are they just registered, or are they the subject of police investigations?
That son of a bitch! Drew either registered them under me to frame me for something else, or he wanted weapons that wouldn’t be confiscated if he was arrested.
I knew he had some. I remember the gun cabinet upstairs where he stored them.
I just had no idea he put anything in my name. Did he do it before I left?
“I’ll get in touch with a lawyer there,” she tells me. “They’ll want to have you file a police report.”
But that black gun cabinet at Green Street lurks in my head, my memory stirring.
The ammo boxes…
“Wait,” I say.
There was one green bullet case. It had a black handle. He didn’t store bullets in it, though.
And then it all comes back to me.
Shit. It might still be there. In that cabinet. He would believe it was safe there while he was on the run.
I blink, shaking my head. “Yes,” I tell her, changing my mind. “Go ahead. Tell them to call me tomorrow.”
I need tonight.
“Is there anything else I can do?”
I’m almost at Frosted, but I need to make sure. “They haven’t been used in any crimes, right?”
“Not that I know of.”
Thank God.
I swallow. “I’ll talk to you later.”
We hang up, and I coast into the center of town in less than two minutes.
Your family is your strength. Good job, Isobel. Who knows what I could’ve accomplished if I’d asked for help eight years ago.
Quinn is going to love hearing I was wrong.
Leaves spin in little cyclones in the empty street, and a couple of businesses glow with light.
But most are still quiet. My tires screech as I halt in front of her place, and I charge out of the car, across the sidewalk, and grab the door handle.
I jiggle it, seeing her moving in the kitchen, unaware of me.
Rounding the building, I walk into the alleyway behind her business and find the back door locked as well.
I pound on the steel. “Quinn!”
“Fuck off!”
I cock my brow. At least she’s not ignoring me.
Glancing to my right, I spot a small pile of cinderblocks. Hauling one up, I bring it down like a hammer on her door handle, the small piece loosening from its bolts.
Her frustrated scream carries through the door because she knows what I’m doing.
Slamming down the block again, I watch as the handle nearly pops off, dangling. I’ll get someone to fix it in the morning. I won’t be leaving her till then anyway.
Dropping the block, I pull off my T-shirt, thread it around the handle, and pull as hard as I can until the damn thing snaps off. Sticking my fingers in the hole, I open the door and barge inside.
“Get out!” she bellows, her whole body rigid.
I walk right up to her, breathing hard. “No,” I gasp.
She moves to shove me in the chest, but I circle her waist and pull her in, just holding her to me. Just letting her feel me and my heart beat.
“You were right,” I whisper over her lips. “Okay? You were right.”
“It’s too late,” she cries. “I’m tired of you.”
I take her into my arms, sliding my hand up the back of her scalp. “I’m nowhere near tired of you yet,” I say desperately.
I cut off her whimper with my mouth, kissing her and relishing the feel of her body plastered to mine. My eyes sting behind my lids, every drop of blood under my skin boiling. Every inch of my body hums with the feel of her.
For so long, nothing felt whole. Not me. Not anything. She was always mine, first to protect and now to take, and my only place is with her.
“You were right,” I breathe out again.
She moans as I trail my lips down her neck, clenching her hair in my fist, lightly biting and licking her throat, her jaw, her earlobes…
I kiss away her tears, feeling her soften. “Quinn,” I beg, pressing my forehead to hers.
In seconds, I have her shirt pulled off, her bra on the floor, and her shorts unbuttoned.
Lifting her, I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her into the shopfront. We quickly draw the blinds, and I tug her panties down below her ass as I suck on a breast.
She digs her nails into my chest. “I hate you,” she sighs. “I really do hate you.”
I brush my lips over her flesh. “I don’t think so, baby.” Then, I go for her mouth. “I’m the one you want.”
“You’re practice,” she taunts, the sadness leaving her voice as she gives me the attitude I absolutely deserve. “I want you to be the first to come on my tongue.”
I dig my fingers into her ass, peering up at her. The first?
Is that so?
Dropping her feet to the floor, I hold her eyes as I unfasten my pants, lower my ass to a chair, and tug her down. Pulling my cock out, I watch her stare at it, already hard as I wrap my hand around the shaft.
Lifting her gaze to mine, she drags her tongue up the underside of my cock, and I move my hand, letting my chest cave as she teases me.
I groan, “Fuck.”
Warmth covers me, coating my length as her mouth sinks down on me, taking me in slow and tight.
I tremble, letting my head fall back and my eyes close as she fits me almost entirely inside, taking her time and enveloping me in wet heat.
Holding her face, I rub my thumb across her cheekbone, my heart nearly stopping when she pulls back, dragging her tongue up the underside once again.
She comes down, and back up, down, and back up, wrapping her hand around the base when I grow too big for her mouth.
Sweat dampens my chest, and I run my hand through my hair, opening my eyes again to watch her.
But first, I catch our reflection in the mirror, my chair facing it. On all fours, her knees pressed to the ground as if she’s crawling to me, and her panties right where I put them, below her ass. I close my fingers in her hair, craving to have my mouth between her legs too.
I watch her head bob up and down on me, not thinking I can get any harder, but I hear a little moan when I swell more.
My phone rings, both of us jolting, but I don’t even think of answering. Nothing is that important.
She takes my cock, holding it in her hand as she licks it up and down, before sucking on the head. “Answer it,” she pants.
“Not now.”
“Number one,” she tells me. “Answer it.”
I remember her list, but I can’t remember what all the wishes were. Fumbling, I take the phone out of my pocket and see Jared’s name.
Oh, fuck no.
“Answer it,” she teases.
I grunt, feeling her sink down on my dick, taking me into her mouth again. Yes, okay. Anything.
I swipe the screen and hold the phone to my ear. “Let me guess,” I say, sounding out of breath but I can’t help it. “You want to play racquetball?”
“Wise ass,” Jared grumbles. “Have you seen Quinn?”
I start to break out in a full-on sweat as his sister’s mischievous eyes hold mine. Her soft, supple lips suck my cock, the tip of her tongue dipping out to play with me.
My eyes roll into the back of my fucking head.
“I…um.” I clear my throat. “I think she’s at Frosted.”
“Do me a favor and check,” he says. “My calls aren’t going through.”
Thank God he didn’t just decide to come check himself. Fuck! The back door is wide open.
“Madoc’s sending out an advisory today,” he tells me. “Everyone should stay in. There’ll be flash floods, and I want her home.”
She must’ve left her phone in the hideout.
She kneads my thighs through my pants, her whole body moving in and out as she sucks me. I’m mesmerized, watching her in the mirror.
I close my fist in her hair again. Everyone’s staying home today?
I have all day to fuck her now.
“I’ll make sure she’s safe,” I grunt.
And I pull her down on me, thrusting up into her mouth. The zap of an electric current coasts through my body. Yeah, baby, I mouth.
“Tell her to call me when she’s home,” he orders.
I smile. “Will do.”
We hang up, and I toss my phone onto the table.
My body blazes. I need more than her mouth. I need her in my hands and her flesh between my teeth.
“You’re mine.” I force her eyes up to me, even with my dick in her mouth. “I make sure you’re safe.”
No one else.
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Scream it.”
“Yes,” she calls out.
I grab her, pulling her up. “Be loud, baby. I’m sick of being quiet.”
I force her panties down her legs and turn her around.
“Get in my lap.”
I pull her ass down, her spine pressed to my chest and turn her mouth to the side so I can kiss her. Looking into the mirror, I can’t take my eyes off us. My hand slips between her legs, rubbing her clit, and her nipples are so hard and begging to be touched.
Digging out a condom, I rip open the package and slide it on with my other hand.
She sits up and places a hand on the table next to us for leverage.
Then, she rises up, and I fit my dick inside of her.
She sinks down, sheathing me in her hot little grip, and I pull the rubber band out of her hair.
The blonde locks drape down her back, and I place a hand at the curve of her hip, guiding her ass in and out as she starts to fuck me.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”
I wish I had that fucking collar. But I improvise. Wrapping her hair around my hand like a rope, I gently and slowly tug her back, keeping the other hand on her hip. I pull her again, like a horse on reins, and she smiles, moaning as she amps up the speed, riding me.
“I’m yours.” She plays with herself, her reflection in the mirror about to damn-well send me over the edge. “All yours.”
Slouching back into the seat, I watch her move, her gorgeous body so beautiful when it’s loving me. She won’t be in fucking clothes the rest of the day.
Leaning back, she licks the corner of my mouth, and a nerve shoots from my lips to low in my stomach, making me lose control.
In two seconds, I’m on my feet and bending her over one of the tables.
She grips the edge, propped up on her elbows, and both of us watch ourselves in the mirror. There are whole rooms beyond that frame, strangers coming and going, and I don’t even care if someone is watching us now.
And she doesn’t seem to care, either, loving every bit of this.
She moans and cries out, the table scraping against the floor as I pick up the pace faster and faster. “I’m yours,” she groans. “All yours.”
I feel my orgasm coming, but I try to hold it off to wait for her.
I squeeze the flesh of her ass, still fisting her hair. “Oh, God. Fuck,” I grunt.
“Harder, harder!” she yells.
“Oh, Quinn.”
Her pussy squeezes my cock, our two bodies just one muscle, throbbing.
“Yes!” she cries, arching her back and jutting out her ass to take me.
We come, gasping and moaning, her eyes closed tightly as I release.
I shake, struggling to take in air while sweat drips from my body.
Coming down on her back, I rest my forehead on her spine, both of us not moving as we try to calm down.
Opening my mouth, I feel the words there. I want to say it.
Do I love her?
Or is it just post-coital euphoria?
I grab hold of her body, gripping her tightly and never wanting to be off of her.
“I still didn’t taste you on my tongue.”
Her sweet voice sounds faded, as if that’s all the energy she has, and I rumble with a small laugh.
“A little more practice then?” I tease.
How about twenty-thousand more days? Will that be enough?
“Well, we have beds here,” she says in a playful tone. “Don’t we?”
I look up, meeting her eyes in the mirror to Carnival Tower.
No need to leave. That’s for sure.