Chapter 18 Gray
I was in the backyard when my brother found me, my stance wide, my arms across my chest, shaking my head as I watched two guys beat the shit out of each other.
Or try to. A result of Mayhem — one of them kissed the other one’s girl just as the lights came back on.
Apparently, they had laughed it off, but now they were drunk, and their insecurities were showing, so they decided, with some help, that they needed to fight it out.
I was officiating.
Technically.
“You need to come with me,” Jett said as he joined me.
I didn’t pay him much attention. “Why? One of these losers is bound to actually land a decent punch soon,” I said as I watched them both trip over their feet as they swung their arms wildly.
“Gray, you need to come with me,” Jett repeated as he placed his hand on my arm.
His tone made me turn my head to look at him. “What’s happened?”
“Ash told Quinn.” Jett took a deep breath. “She isn’t handling it well.”
I stared at my brother in silence, my brain refusing to accept what he had just said. Seeing the truth and the worry in his eyes, I dipped my head. “Fuck!”
Together, we left the party. I didn’t ask what he had said to Ava. It took all of my control not to run to Quinn’s dorm.
“Why the fuck would he tell her?” I demanded as we made our way there.
“He thought she knew, he thought we had told her,” Jett explained.
At her apartment, I bounded up the steps and opened the door. Ash was on his feet pacing and when he saw me come in, he immediately held his hands up. “Man, I swear I thought she knew.”
Looking inside her bedroom, I saw it was empty. “Where the fuck is she?” I growled at the same time as I saw the bathroom door closed. Pushing past him, I tried the handle. It was locked, and I could hear her crying.
“Open the door,” I insisted as I knocked.
“Fuck off!”
Rolling my head on my shoulders, I took a deep breath. “Quinn, open the door. Let us see you’re alright.”
“No! I hate you!”
I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back, which I shook off irritably as I placed my hand on the door. “You hate me? Fine. You’re no fucking picnic either,” I snapped through the door. I heard Jett mutter that I wasn’t helping. I took a deep breath to calm down. “Open the door.”
“Go away!”
“Queeny, open the fucking door, or I’ll kick it down.”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck me? Fuck you!” I yelled back at her.
“Let me try,” Jett said from behind me. “Please.”
Shoving off the door, I glared at him. “Be my fucking guest.”
“Queeny, it’s Jett. Open the door for me.”
“No.” I heard her crying get louder. “Just leave me alone. All of you. Please.”
Jett sighed and stood back. “Maybe we would be better leaving her? Until she’s calmed down.”
Idiot.
Pushing past him, I pounded on the door. “Open the fucking door, or I swear to Christ, I’m coming through it.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” I heard her screech.
Watch me.
Stepping back, I heard either my brother or cousin shout, and then I kicked her bathroom door open.
She was on the floor, her legs pulled up to her chest, her face wet with tears.
When she saw me, she started to cry harder, and I didn’t fucking care that she hated me.
Reaching down, I grabbed her by her upper arms, ignoring the pain in my hand as I hauled her to her feet.
She had no choice but to stand, but she didn’t come easily.
Her hands slapped and punched me as I pulled her up, and then my hands gripped her thighs as I lifted her up.
Quinn’s fight was gone as quickly as it had come, and she wrapped her arms around me as she buried her head into my shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably.
“I know, baby, I know,” I told her as I rubbed her back. “It’s okay. I’m here.” I kissed the side of her head as I walked out of the bathroom. I could see Jett and Ash standing to the side, but I ignored them both as I headed to her bedroom.
“I didn’t know,” she cried, her voice muted as she tried to speak through her tears. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, twisting my jersey. “I swear I didn’t know, Gray.”
“I know,” I said as my hand stroked her hair. “I know.” I sat on the edge of her bed, with her still holding onto me. Jett hovered in the doorway, uncertain. “Can you make her a cup of tea?” I asked him quietly.
“Of course.” He disappeared from the doorway, and I pulled her closer to me as her crying continued, but it was softer now. My hand smoothed over her hair as she clung to me, and I tilted my head slightly so her head could rest against my neck as I soothed her.
“Shh, it’s okay,” I whispered as I rocked her gently. “It’s okay.”
It wasn’t okay, it may never be okay, but as she cried out her heartache, it was all I could say to comfort her.
Ash filled the doorway, and I met his look, and I don’t know what he saw when he looked at me.
His face was blank, his emotions closed off, and I was relieved when he moved away.
Then I heard the front door close, and I knew he was gone.
“You okay?” I asked as I heard her tears lessen.
“No,” came the muffled reply.
“Jett’s making you tea,” I told her.
“I want bourbon,” Quinn replied.
“Yeah? Well, you’re getting tea.” I heard a soft laugh as she pressed closer to me, and my arms automatically tightened.
“Bastard.”
“Bitch,” I countered with a small smile as I felt her body relax a little.
“I freaked out,” she said as she moved her head to lie against my shoulder.
“Really? Didn’t notice,” I said, trying to put her at ease. “I did too when I found out,” I admitted when she said nothing.
“I didn’t know,” Quinn said as she straightened and looked at me. “Gray, I would never—”
My kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was as hard and demanding as I was, and Quinn readily accepted it.
With a moan, her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer.
I stood with her still wrapped around me, and I kicked her bedroom door closed.
I didn’t care if Jett was out there; I wanted him gone.
Lowering us both to the bed, I settled in between her thighs as I rocked my hips against her.
Quinn was already pulling at my jersey, and with a quick jerk, I pulled it over my head and flung it on the floor.
She was still in her costume, the one-piece tight against her body.
Kneeling between her legs, I slowly pulled the zip down, uncovering her chest, all the way past her belly button.
With care, I pushed the open sides aside, uncovering more of her.
My hands cupped her bra, and I winced at the pain in my hand before I brought my hand to my mouth and tugged the straps off with my teeth.
“Gray,” Quinn started to protest, but she stopped when I slipped my other hand inside her jumpsuit and moved it down lower. Finally free of the straps, I encouraged her to sit up as I pushed the jumpsuit off her shoulders.
“Lie back,” I said as I pushed her back down.
With a quick rise of her hips, I had the costume pulled down her legs and then on the floor.
She was in a black satin bra and matching panties.
Even with her eyes red from crying, she looked amazing.
Her body was toned and smooth, and I watched as my fingers trailed slowly over her abdomen as she sucked in a breath at my touch.
With a sharp tug at her hips, she lifted her hips once more as I pulled her underwear off her.
I heard her gasp when I lifted the small piece of fabric to my nose before I tucked it in my back pocket.
“You’re perfect,” I told her as I dipped my head between her open thighs and took a slow lick of her pussy.
She tasted so sweet I had to stop myself from lurching forward.
“You taste good,” I whispered as my tongue traced over her.
I was aware of the pain in my hand, so I adapted, using my other hand to slip my fingers inside her.
My tongue lapped at her entrance as I moved two fingers in and out. “So fucking wet, is this all for me?”
“Yes.” Her whisper was almost inaudible as she arched her hips to meet my mouth, urging me to taste more of her. “Gray, please,” she moaned as I curled my fingers inside her.
“Please what?” I asked her as my teeth grazed over her clit.
“Make me come.”
I licked and sucked her slowly, ignoring her urges to go faster, and I lifted my head away when she tried to thrust her pussy into my face.
I took my time until she was screaming her release, her walls clenching around my fingers as she begged me not to stop.
As I took her to another orgasm, I unfastened my jeans and pulled my dick out, stroking it in time as my mouth moved over her.
“Gray, I need you,” Quinn groaned as I kept fucking her with my tongue. “Please, I need more.”
Unhurriedly, I pulled away and sat back on my heels as I looked down at her, savoring the sight of her spread out under me.
“I won’t be gentle,” I warned her as I stood and kicked off my boots and jeans. After a moment’s hesitation, I pulled my wallet out and then opened the foil packet before I rolled on a condom.
“I don’t want gentle,” Quinn told me as she watched.
Kneeling between her legs, I pulled her toward me. “Good,” I growled as I entered her in one thrust, ignoring the wince of protest in my hand and her cry of surprise.
How the fuck did she feel so fucking good? Her pussy was snug as I moved in and out of her slick heat. Quinn’s legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me in closer, and I pulled the cup of her bra down with my teeth before I was sucking her nipple as I drove my hips into her.
“Harder,” she demanded as her hands dug into my forearms and her back arched for more.
“Look at me.”