17. Smoke
17
SMOKE
I ’m a hypocrite.
But even the thought of that doesn’t detract from how good it feels to be stroking my cock as I stand in my garage and jerk off with my back against the wall.
The shower would have been a better place to do it, but I needed to get out of the house before I did something reckless , like climb between Quinn’s legs and bury my cock so deep, she could almost taste it.
Not that telling her to come find me if she wanted an orgasm of her own wasn’t reckless.
Or standing there instructing her wasn’t reckless.
Would I take any of it back?
I look down at the way my cock is leaking like a faucet.
Nope.
I fucking wouldn’t.
Because watching Quinn lie back on my spare bed, legs spread, while she fucked her own hand, was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I smear some of the pre-cum down my length, easing my glide.
The wet stain on her panties was hot as fuck.
The way those luscious lips of hers were open as she gasped.
Also, hot as fuck.
Wonder what she was thinking about that got her so fucking aroused, she couldn’t wait to run to the bedroom and jerk off.
The feeling that it was me is complicated.
What straight man wouldn’t want a hot woman fucking herself as she thought about him?
But also, it’s Quinn.
Could I handle the fact if it was me she was thinking about?
Put your hand back, Quinn.
Show me what you were doing.
And she did. Even though I could see the turmoil in those wide eyes of hers, she did it because I told her to.
She obeyed me.
She wanted to please me.
She wanted to show me her orgasm, to come, more than stop the embarrassment or fear.
Her submission was beautiful, and I want so much more of it that I ache.
I want to test it and bend it and see how far she’ll let me push it.
I want to know what she is willing to accept to please me, and in pleasing me, find her own release.
I want her to find the freedom that comes from letting someone else be responsible for her well-being.
I see her legs in a spreader bar, high in the air, while I ram my cock into her.
I want to withhold her orgasms over and over until she is desperate for me.
I want to see tears stream down her face as I fuck her throat.
I want to come all over her, turn her into my cum doll.
“Fuck.” I hiss as my cum hits the garage floor.
It’s hard and harsh, and my balls tighten as I shake and lose my stroke for a second.
Sucking in air, I tip my head back against the wall and bang it three times before conceding I’m well and truly fucked.
I clean up as best I can, thanks to the tap I installed, then debate hiding out in the garage for as long as humanly possible.
I need some time to cool the beast inside that simply wants to rip Quinn’s clothes off and bury my tongue in her pussy.
My cock has the audacity to stir at the thought.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter.
It’s like I’m fourteen all over again, getting a boner over nothing.
Although, Quinn Moran, with her fingers in her cunt, is not nothing.
And I wonder if she is heeding my warning, or if she’s in the shower, riding her own fist while she bites down on her lip to avoid crying out.
If I stay here alone tonight, I’m going to lose my mind.
But I can’t face getting drunk at the clubhouse.
I grab my phone and send a message to Atom.
Me: You want to get together tonight?
Atom: Got a house full of book club women.
Want to bring Quinn and sit out back and have a beer?
Book club is at Atom’s.
Fucking perfect. Can be close enough to make sure she’s safe, but around enough people to not do something reckless.
Me: Sure thing. Does the offer include food, or should I eat first?
Atom: Ember’s made enough to feed twenty.
We’re golden.
I head back to the house and slip into my room to shower before Quinn comes out of her room.
The comfortable jeans and clean black shirt have nothing to do with looking good for her.
And if I trim my scruff?
Again, none of her business.
And yet, I can’t wait to see her, so I stake a spot in the kitchen and eat another scone.
When she emerges, her hair is in a damp braid, but she’s wearing shimmery eye shadow and a pair of jeans.
As much as her ass looks amazing in them, I miss her little sundresses.
When she sees me, her cheeks flush pink.
“I’m just going to take Bones for a walk before I go,” she says.
I shake my head, smiling at her obvious discomfort.
Yeah, that’s what happens when you dip your fingers in your pussy without permission.
“No need. We’re going to Ember’s early.”
Her mouth opens.
“You’re not coming to book club.”
I shake my head again.
“No. I’m taking you to Ember’s, and I’m gonna have some food and a beer with Atom, then I’ll drive you back. I’ll take Bones with me, so he doesn’t stay cooped up in here all night.”
“I thought you didn’t like Bones.”
I stand and walk over to her, taking the leash from her hands.
“Said I don’t like dogs on my sofa.”
“Oh.”
I brush my thumb over her lip, then tip my finger beneath her jaw to close her mouth.
“I’ll get Bones. You go get in the truck. It’s unlocked.”
She looks at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“Go, Quinn. Before I spank you.”
Her eyes go wide, and she hurries to the door, grabbing her light jacket off the hook.
And I wonder how I’m gonna get through the ten-minute ride without pulling over to touch her.
“Not that I’m not happy to see you,” Atom says, “but why the fuck are you here?” We’re sitting on the porch of his ranch house, just outside the main living room.
“Protection,” I say.
“Didn’t want Quinn coming out here on her own.”
The ice-cold beer Atom gives me, does little to ease the dryness in my throat that has been there since I walked in on Quinn with her finger knuckle-deep in her pussy.
Atom points the neck of the bottle from the east to the west of his property that looks out over Oakum Ridge Ranch land.
“Who, exactly, are you protecting her from? And why do you think I wouldn’t be able to keep them all safe?”
He has a point.
“More a precaution.”
Atom chuckles.
“You forget, I saw what happened last night. Helped her get you to your room so she wouldn’t have to deal with your drunken ass on her own.”
“It’s not what you’re thinking.”
“If it’s that you’re worried about falling for the little sister of your missing ex, it’s exactly what I’m thinking. Life’s too hard to not find your happiness where you can take it.”
I shake my head and sip more of my beer.
But in trying to play it cool, I find my head whirring with the thought of how her fingers must have smelled after.
Covered in her own juices.
What it would have been like if she’d wiped it on her mouth and let me kiss it off.
The slam of a truck door tells us that Wraith has arrived.
Ever the gentleman, he steps around the truck to get Raven’s door.
But instead of letting her step out, he leans in and lifts her out, so her legs end up wrapped around his waist.
Raven laughs as he attacks the side of her neck, and I’m grateful that the truck door hides what’s going on below the waistline, because from the look of his upper body, he’s grinding his dick against her pussy, which does little to ease the ache in my cock.
Because I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to have Quinn grinding against my cock instead of her own hand.
And I wonder if she’ll ever take me up on the offer of coming to find me if she wants to get off in my house.
The Quinn I thought I knew would likely never do it.
But the Quinn I just met in my spare room?
I feel like she would.
“Put her down,” Atom yells finally.
“Nobody wants to see that.”
“Except Wraith. He always liked to watch. So does Raven,” I say.
Atom does a double take.
“And you know this how?”
“The two of them got down and dirty while watching me and Nola in the woods at one of the cookouts.”
Atom shakes his head.
“You guys are freaky. You fuck anywhere, and he likes watching.”
“Says the guy who likes it when his old lady plays Nurse Deeks. You got one of those short little nurse outfits and matching heels for her to wear?”
He shakes his head.
“I didn’t need to. Ember surprised me with it.”
Wraith appears holding Raven’s hand and taps her ass as he sends her up the porch steps.
“Brothers,” he says.
I tip my head, and Atom hands him a drink out of the cooler.
Laughter filters through the open windows.
“Interesting to see you here, Smoke,” Wraith says, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t you fucking start,” I say.
“He’s here for protection,” Atom says drolly.
“Ah.” Wraith sits in the chair next to me.
“I can see all the things she needs protecting from.”
The women choose that point to laugh at something.
Loudly.
“Maybe she needs protection from all that laughing,” Atom says, and Wraith nearly chokes on his beer.
“You two are assholes.”
But my lips curve around the neck of the bottle as I sip.
Raven and Ember appear with three bowls.
“Took our chances that you’d all want some chili and corn bread.”
There’s also salad and grated cheese on the side.
“Smells delicious, Em,” I say.
“Thanks.”
We tuck into the food, and it gets quiet between us.
Bones runs back onto the porch to see what the smell is about, and Atom gives him some corn bread.
“Oof, this book was dark ,” Dawn says inside.
“Like, maybe outside my comfort zone.”
“I read that scene where he puts a hand over her mouth in the middle of the night,” Ember says.
“Wondered if you highlighted it, Raven?”
Raven laughs.
“In bright blue, with sticky tabs. Even put the book at the front of the bookshelf so he’ll see it first.”
Wraith low-fives Atom.
“I only stuck with it because of how he always seemed to take the right action,” Dawn says.
“Like, how he was supposed to kill her, but when he realized someone else was going to, he saved her. It was romantic, in a bat-shit bonkers kind of way.”
“It’s the common theme in romance, isn’t it?” Quinn asks.
“Just how much someone will do for the right person. I think dark romance takes its job seriously to elevate that.”
“I like it when the woman does the same for the man, though,” Ember says.
“Like, she should be capable of the big gesture too.”
“Of course she does,” Atom says quietly.
“I feel like the heroine did it in her own way,” Raven says.
“Hard to do the big gesture when he’s a stalker who breaks into your house and gets in bed with you. Like, how do you outdo that?”
“She ran,” Quinn says, from inside the house, and now I want to know more.
“Smart woman,” Wraith whispers.
“The hero sounds like a douchebag.”
“What do you mean?” Dawn asks.
“She didn’t run; she stayed with him.”
“No. The scene where he took her to the woods and told her to run,” Quinn says.
“She knew she couldn’t outrun him, and she knew exactly what he was going to do to her when he caught her. Remember, before they even stepped outside, he told her how badly he wanted her pussy and what he was going to do to her when he caught her.”
Hearing Quinn talk about sex so freely does something to my cock.
I adjust myself discretely.
“Ohhh,” Dawn says. “You mean she ran as her gesture.”
“Exactly. She knew what her fate was going to be. He’s a serial killer, after all. But she didn’t run fast enough to escape him, which was a slim possibility, at best. She ran to give him enough of a chase. She gave him what he needed. And when he caught her and fucked her outside, he realized she wasn’t his next victim, she was his everything.”
“That’s so romantic,” Raven says.
“You got a weird definition of romantic, babe,” Ember says.
“Feel like my old lady might be the only one with any sense,” Atom mutters, and I chuckle at that.
Not sure any of us bikers are vanilla, but Atom falls on the more pleasure Dom side of things.
“What about you, Quinn?” Dawn asks.
“Do you think it’s romantic?”
There is silence inside, and I’ve never needed to hear an answer to anything more than I do this question.
Atom and Wraith both look at me expectantly.
I flip them both the bird, but we all remain quiet.
“A hundred percent, yes. I dream of a man capable of stopping the whirring thoughts in my head. Pretty certain you can’t overthink things when you’re sprinting half-dressed through the woods. But more than that, wouldn’t it be special to have a man who knows you that well? Who knows that’s what you need?”
My mind reels with the possibilities.
And it explains why she did as I said in the bedroom.
Why she almost came so quickly.
She’s a submissive who needs more than vanilla sex.
“I think I already found mine,” Raven offers, and Wraith grins as he eats.
I flop my head back in the chair.
Trust me to find the perfect woman in the one person I’m not supposed to have.
Yet, I want to fuck her.
I want to spank her.
I want to tie her up and blindfold her and deprive her of her senses.
I want to fuck in the field on a sunny day and the back of my truck in a rainstorm.
I want to use my fingers and my cock and a wide variety of toys to help her get off as often as she needs.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with all that information?” I say, shifting the junk in my jeans away from the zipper.
Atom huffs a laugh. “Claim your woman and fuck her. Or go home and jerk off in the shower.”
“Oh, shit, the window is still open,” Ember says, and she leans out the window.
“You couldn’t hear all that, could you, babe?”
Atom looks over his shoulder to her.
“Not a word, babe,” he lies.