No Cap

Chapter 17

MyNetflix queue looks like I’m trying to learn how to be a murderer.

—Hollis to Quincy

HOLLIS

Myday had been rough.

Notbecause of a bad day workwise, but because I’d been so freakin’ tired.

Ishould’ve taken Quincy’s advice and called in sick, but I was stubborn.

Ididn’t like it when people called in sick for no reason and I had to work alone, so I wouldn’t be doing it to someone else.

Theonly good thing about showing up today happened about three hours before my shift was supposed to end.

Thethree other techs working with me today were all standing around, bullshitting, when there was a knock on the door.

Theman standing there wasn’t the one who was slowly taking over every piece of my heart, but he was just as cute.

“Hey, Quinn.” I smiled at him. “Whatcha got there?”

“I was tasked to bring you food.” He paused. “But only because I was already at the restaurant, and my brother’s a stalker.”

Quincybeing a stalker was laughable to me, seeing as he was so by the book about everything.

Itilted my head, a smile on my face. “What do you mean?”

“I guess, technically, we all do it.” He shrugged, looking slightly guilty. “It’s a running joke that we see where everyone is at when we’re hungry. It’s inevitable that at least one of us is out eating. Guess it was my turn to be the snack bitch.”

Heheld out the small personal pizza. “Something small, he said. Since you’re almost done with your shift. So, I got you a personal pizza. It’s only pepperoni. Didn’t know what you liked.”

Ibeamed at him before reaching out and taking the small pizza. “Thank you.”

“Who’s this?” one of the other techs, Cassie, asked.

Ismiled, but it didn’t meet my eyes.

“Uh, this is Quinn, my, erm…”

“I’mQuinn. Her man’s brother.” He smiled, and his also didn’t reach his eyes.

Herman.

Wasthat what Quincy was? My man?

Iwanted him to be.

Imean, last night had been out of this world. I would like to have that for the rest of my days if I could. I never, not in a million years, would’ve thought sex could be like that.

Iwasn’t a virgin.

Hadn’tbeen since I was sixteen and curious.

Butnone of the three men I’d slept with had played my body like Quincy had. None had been able to coax even one orgasm out of me, let alone two.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you.” Tessa batted her eyelids at him, causing her fake eyelashes to sway dangerously.

Quinnjerked up his chin, then glanced at me. “Have a good one, darlin’.”

Thenhe was gone, swaggering out just as quietly as he’d snuck in.

Iopened the box of pizza and groaned.

Iloved food.

Iloved pizza even more.

Pickingup a slice, I took a big bite, nearly moaning when the cheesy, greasy, doughy goodness hit my tongue.

“Can we have one?”

Iglanced at them and shook my head. “Sorry, but no. I haven’t had my afternoon snack yet.”

Theyhad.

They’dordered food. EvenMarla had gotten something.

Butsince I was off the floor at the time they’d discussed an order, I wasn’t asked if I wanted anything.

Iliked my coworkers and all, but they were all very uncaring about others.

Itwas nothing personal that they didn’t include me in lunch. They’d have done the same thing to any of them had they been the ones off the floor.

Iwas usually the one to always include the others and would have today had I been there.

Butoh well.

“Oh,” Tessa paused as she looked over at Carrie and Sky. “We thought that you’d already eaten.”

Theway her face turned slightly pink, I knew that she might’ve actually thought that.

ButTessa was also a good actress.

Isometimes got the feeling that her home life was bad. But when asked about it, she always turned into this flamboyant storyteller who embellished just a little too much.

“No biggie,” I lied.

I’dleft the apartment this morning with barely enough time to get to work—okay, if I was being honest, I left with enough time to drive there, not actually get up to the floor I worked on—let alone time to make a lunch.

Tomy sadness, I’d gotten to work today to find out that it was seafood day in the cafeteria.

Icould’ve probably still eaten in there and been fine, but I’d learned too many lessons the hard way when it came to my shellfish allergy, I never ate at places that had readily available food because I couldn’t talk to the person making the food beforehand.

Andsince I didn’t usually order off the mobile ordering apps because I saw no point in entrusting my food to anyone, let alone paying the exorbitant fees to get it delivered to me, I chose to not eat.

Needlessto say, the pizza was devoured, and I was feeling extra bouncy when the call came in that we were needed in the ER.

“Multiple gunshot wounds,” Sky said, eyes wide. “They say there are at least three police officers and four gang members involved.”

Mystomach sank, and I reached for my phone, feeling this need to find out if he was okay.

Itwas like a clawing beast inside of me.

Only, it was as I pulled out my phone that I realized something—I didn’t have Quincy’s number.

Sonof a bitch.

Stomachin knots, I headed down to the ER with my portable machine.

Theladies followed, much slower than me, and by the time I got down there, the entire floor was in chaos.

Peoplewere running everywhere, and not a single person cared that I was trying to get through.

Ipulled up the computer that told me where I was needed and headed that way.

“…pupils aren’t equal or reactive,” I heard as I made my way toward trauma room three. “I’m hearing sucking sounds from his chest, too.”

“Fuckin’ awesome,” I heard someone say, and my heart leapt.

However, I knew without turning the corner that the man I was hearing wasn’t Quincy.

Itwas his exact lookalike, though.

Quaid.

I’dlearned at the family dinner that none of the brothers were identical. They all had their own distinguishing features. But they still all looked very, very similar. Even the other brothers looked exactly like them.

Andthey looked exactly like their dad.

Itwas like Garnett didn’t have any part in their production at all.

I’dstared at them all for hours over dinner, and practically memorized all their features.

Butnot for any other reason than it’d been one of the best nights of my life. I wanted to make sure I remembered every single thing that happened so I could replay the happy memory in my brain for the rest of my days.

I’dnever had that—a family that actually cared about me.

Itwas heartbreaking to see the love that Quincy had with his brothers. EvenKeene, who was married into their family, felt like he’d always been a part of that.

Iwanted that with a ferocity that scared me.

Butmore so, I wanted it with Quincy.

Irounded the final corner and felt instant relief hit me when I saw it wasn’t Quaid on the gurney, but some other young police officer who was awake, but definitely not all there.

“Oh, good.” I heard one of the doctors say. “I need…”

Imoved around the room, giving him what he needed, and smiling at Quaid when we made eye contact.

Itwas only after we were done, and the doctors were studying the X-rays, that I turned to Quaid.

“Is he okay?”

Quaid’ssmile was soft when he said, “He’s fine. He’s actually in the room three doors down with a gang member.”

Myshoulders drooped.

Ididn’t go down there, though.

One, I didn’t want to interrupt him when he was working.

Two, I still had other X-rays to do—just because I was now the boss, didn’t mean I didn’t still do the work.

Bythe time I was finished, my shift was up, and I had to return the machine up to the floor.

WhenI came back down, the ER was much less busy, and there wasn’t a Carter in sight.

Ideflated slightly, really thinking that I was going to see him down here.

Butsomething big had happened today, and I didn’t exactly blame him for leaving. I mean, he did have a job to do, and so did I. I was the one to leave without saying hello.

Myshoulders slightly slumped at the thought of not getting to talk to him—I should’ve asked his brother for his number—I started heading down a side hallway that would lead outside.

Only, just as I turned the corner to head toward the exit, a lone figure leaning against a wall was standing there waiting.

Myheart started to pound at the sight of those long, sexy legs encased in jeans that fit him like a glove.

Hisspare clothes that he’d kept in his truck must be ones that didn’t get worn very often because they were so worn in.

Iliked them.

Hist-shirt was just as worn in, and I could see a small hole underneath his elbow.

Igrinned wickedly just as he looked up from his phone.

Myheart skipped a beat at the sight of those dark green eyes.

“You waited,” I said softly.

Hisgrin filled his face, and I wanted to run up and kiss him.

IfI didn’t have my pack, I might have.

Butthe damn thing weighed a ton, and there was a Stanley dupe in there that might very well tip the hell over and soak all my things.

Hepushed off his wall lean and faced me. “I don’t have your number.”

Myheart skipped a beat at the sexiness of the move.

God, he really was beautiful.

Igently set my purse down on the ground next to the wall, then walked the remaining space between us before coming to a stop with my toes touching his. Looking up, I smiled happily at him before reciting my phone number.

Hedidn’t pull his phone out like I thought he would, only repeated it back to me.

“My memory is really good,” he said when I gave him a surprised look at the accuracy of his recitation.

Ishrugged. “I can’t remember what I go into rooms for, let alone a number. I don’t even know my parents’ or siblings’ numbers.”

Hishand went to my hip, and he pulled me into his chest.

I, of course, went willingly, because what dumbass would ever say no to a man like him?

WhenI was pressed to him, hips to breasts, he said, “I don’t think your siblings or parents deserve your memorization of their number.”

Thenhe kissed me.

Imelted even further into him, my hands clutching at his straining biceps as I did.

Boy, could QuincyCarter kiss.

Likeeverything else the man did, he mastered it. Mastered me.

Therewasn’t a single nerve in my body that wasn’t tingling with anticipation when he pulled away.

Hislips were moist from our kiss, and his eyes were sparkling as he said, “I have to go back to work.”

“Were you involved in the gang shooting this afternoon?” I asked.

Heshook his head. “Nope. I was just in the area so I came to help babysit them until they were awarded some new cops to do the babysitting until they can safely be taken to jail.”

“Oh,” I paused, then remembered the pizza. “Thank you for the pizza. I didn’t get to eat in the lunchroom because they were serving seafood, and it scares me.”

Hereached up and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear before saying, “Anytime.”

Imelted even further. “You’re a good man, QuincyCarter.”

Hewinked at me before slowly pulling away. “Sadly, I really do have to go back to work. I might’ve caught a break on my case.”

“The one from last night? Or the one with the train?”

“Both, actually,” he said. “Trace amounts of DNA were found on the victim from last night, and it matched the little bit of DNA that they were able to pull from the crime scene. Which, surprisingly, wasn’t shared with us until now.”

Mymouth dropped open. “Really?”

Helet me go completely, then walked over to my bag before picking it up and shouldering it. “Really. Let me walk you to your car?”

Inodded, then reached into my scrubs pocket for my own phone. “Unlike you, I can’t memorize numbers like that. Can you tell me yours?”

Hesaid it slowly, letting me get it into the phone before we headed out the door.

Wewere halfway to where I parked my car, which sadly wasn’t close at all, when he said, “CanI come back over tonight when I’m done?”

Myheart accelerated, and euphoria rolled through me. “Of course!”

Wereached my car, and he helped me open the door. He waited until I was inside before bending down, using the door and the hood for balance, to give me a kiss.

Ilifted my face and kissed him back.

“Be safe, please,” I told him as I reached for my belt.

Hewinked. “Always try to be.”

Thenhe was closing my door, and I watched him as I pulled away.

Themoment he was out of sight, I squealed in excitement.

QuincyCarter gave me his number!

QuincyCarter was also coming over tonight after he was done working.

He’dwalked me to my car.

He’dbought me a pizza.

Couldthe man get any better?

Theanswer was yes, yes he could.

WhenI got home, there was a woman with an InstantCart order with so many groceries I had nowhere to put it all.

“Thank you so much,” I said.

Thewoman winked and left, leaving me with tons of food to put away.

Insteadof doing that, I pulled out my phone and sent a text.

Me:

Ifyou can get away for more than ten minutes, I want to show you my appreciation.

Hisanswer came quickly.

Quincy:

Ican make time for it if it’s what I’m thinking you’re offering.

Me:

Ifyou’re thinking it’s a quickie, or a blow job, then you’re right.

Butthen I got distracted by life and forgot all about my phone.

Igot into the shower and showered off the day, hating the way the hospital made me feel.

WhenI was done with that, I went for clean clothes, but again went squirrel on myself and realized I didn’t have clean clothes. So, I started doing the laundry naked.

Itwas as I was finally pulling out a fresh pair of underwear, and a loose-fitting t-shirt I’d stolen from an ex-boyfriend, that I heard the knock on the door.

Ifrowned, thinking that it was my downstairs neighbor again.

Sheliked to come up to complain about the landlord, and she hadn’t done that yet this week.

So, I was expecting her, and only slipped on the t-shirt leaving my panties on the kitchen counter to put on in a moment when I went to the door.

“Who is it?” I asked, like I always did.

Ididn’t answer the door without knowing who it was.

Imay be brave for living in these apartments, but I wasn’t dumb.

Iknew just as well as anyone how stupidly easy it was to get into the building. It could literally be anyone.

Whenthe deep voice answered, my heart started to pound.

“It’s me,” Quincy rumbled.

Heartnow galloping in my chest, I ripped the door open and stared at the man who was dressed exactly as he had been earlier, only he had a stack of case files in one hand. In the other he had a… cupcake.

Imelted slightly. “What are you doing here?”

Hetilted his head slightly to the left, and his mouth tipped up at the corner. “You give me an offer like that, and you ask me what I’m doing here?”

Iopened my mouth, and then closed it.

I’dbeen joking.

Butsince he was here…

Istarted to drop down to my knees, but he caught me with the hand holding the files and said, “Nuh-uh. You don’t hurt your knees for me.”

Ibacked up as he shoved forward, closed the door with caution, noticing Zilla’s tail despite the excitement running through our veins, and started backing me up toward the couch with his hand pressed against me.

Thefiles were tossed onto the coffee table, followed shortly by the cupcake. Then he was shoving the coffee table out of the way completely before switching our positions and collapsing onto the couch.

BeforeI could again try to drop down to my knees between his splayed thighs, he jerked the pillow next to him off the couch, and then dropped it onto the floor.

“One, you always make sure you’re comfortable when it comes to me,” he ordered. “Two, who the fuck does that shirt belong to, and will you care if I ruin it?”

Ilooked down at said shirt, then looked up at him with a Cheshire grin before reaching down low and yanking the thing off my body.

“You can burn it,” I offered. “But you have to replace it.”

Heeyed me, his gaze slowly going from the tips of my wet hair to the tops of my thighs, his eyes heating from within.

“You can have all of them,” he offered as he reached for my hand.

Itook it, and he guided me down to my knees.

Myknees hit the pillow, and I looked up at him with my lip caught between my teeth.

I’dnever performed oral sex before.

WhichI admitted in the next second.

“You’ll have to tell me exactly what to do,” I said. “I don’t know what you like, and I’ve never done this before.”

Hiseyes flared. “You’re saying that pretty mouth hasn’t sucked on any cock but mine?”

Iswallowed, then nodded, the intensity in his eyes somewhat alarming.

Jeez, the man was intense when he wanted to be.

“Yeah,” I said. “I can’t say that I’ve really had time to do the whole sexual exploration thing. Living life is hard, and I have to work my ass off to be able to do it.”

Heleaned forward and tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek. “You don’t have to…”

“Iwant to,” I said vehemently, happy to see that he was thinking of me and my comfort but wanting him to be just a little bit… bad.

Heframed my jaw with one hand, then pulled me in close so that he could kiss me.

Whenhe finally pulled away, out of breath right alongside me, he said, “Unbutton my jeans. Carefully.”

Idid, reaching down to grab at the top of his jeans, and tugging downward.

Thepop of his button releasing felt like a gunshot in the otherwise quiet living room.

Hewatched, eyes lit from within, as he said, “Now my zipper.”

Ipulled the zipper down, very much aware that he was pressing against it, and understood immediately why he’d told me ‘carefully’ earlier.

Hewasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You…” I said as I saw his exposed flesh.

Hiscock was tucked down the left pant leg, looking incredibly uncomfortable behind the unforgiving denim of his jeans.

Whatwas exposed, however, was his dark brown pubic hair, and the top length of his shaft, fully engorged, and sporting veins that throbbed and pulsed with each beat of his heart.

Ibit my lip, looking up at him for my next order.

Helifted his ass off the couch and said, “Tug them down.”

Idid, doing as he asked and hooking my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles until the tops of his battered brown cowboy work boots were exposed.

Hiscock flipped upward when it was no longer confined, slapping onto his t-shirt-covered belly with an audible thump.

Ibit my lip, my hands itching to reach out and capture his length—his length that was already weeping at the tip—but I stilled my hand.

Myeyes went to his, and he smiled.

Itwas such a slow, devious smile that my heartrate started to pick up the moment I saw it, as if it wasn’t already beating a mile a minute due to his nearness—and nakedness.

“You follow the rules so good, baby,” he said, cupping my jaw.

Whenhis thumb swept over my lips, I parted them on an exhale, and he swept inside, laying the pad of his thumb onto my tongue before saying, “Suck.”

Iclosed my lips around his thumb and sucked, causing him to wink.

Whenhe pulled his thumb, I didn’t let him go, and he guided my mouth directly to where he was waiting with his cock in his hand.

“Now my cock,” he urged.

Ilet his thumb go and immediately switched to his cock.

Withhis hand fisted, I couldn’t go far, taking maybe half an inch at most.

ButI gave that half an inch everything I had, sucking it into my mouth and running my tongue over the ridge of his cock head.

“Fuck,” he said as he reached for my hand, placing it under his own on his shaft. “Here. Put your hand right here.”

Itook his hard cock in my hand, groaning around his cock head as I bobbed my head, reveling at the way he felt like heated velvet steel.

“Work that hand up and down,” he ordered. “Like this.”

Hewrapped his hand around mine and worked his shaft—what little of it he allowed me to have since his other hand still stayed where it was to keep me from only taking what he wanted me to have—up and down, twisting it with every couple of pulls.

Idid as he asked, surprised at the force he wanted me to use.

Ifelt like I was squeezing him to death, but since he was the one in charge of the strength I was using to work the bottom half of his cock, I did what he wanted.

“I’m gonna move my hand,” he said. “I want you to replace it with yours.”

Idid so the moment his hand moved, my left hand now squeezing him as tightly as my right.

Withboth hands, I worked the length of his cock in tandem, but was also awarded with the space at the tip with his large hand gone, giving me at least another inch to enjoy.

“Let your saliva run out of your mouth down the length of my cock,” he ordered. “Get your hands all nice and slick.”

Icouldn’t have stopped myself from doing that if I tried.

“Now lick the tip, give your mouth a break for a second,” he continued, his hand going to my hair as he bunched the loose strands into his fist to hold it out of my face.

Idid, licking around the tip with just my tongue, exploring the ridge with fascinated excitement.

Mypussy at this point was drenched.

Theback of my calf, where my pussy was resting, was slick with my need. AndI couldn’t stop myself from squirming, wanting—no, needing—him inside me.

“Is your pussy hungry, baby?” he asked.

Inodded with a whispered yes against his engorged head.

Hegrinned, his straight white teeth flashing, before he fell back onto the couch, and pulled me up with him.

Itbecame painfully obvious how much stronger he was than me as he manually lifted me up off the ground, then spun me around so that I was now facing his feet with my pussy now directly in his face.

Igasped, surprised by the suddenness of the move, and cried out when I felt his tongue spear into my pussy, parting the lips of my sex with a hard stroke.

“No panties.” He growled.

Hishands tightened on my ass cheeks, and for a long moment in time, I sat there with my hands planted on the couch, unsure what to do next.

Mostly, the way his tongue was licking left me with zero doubt that I was about to forget everything that I was supposed to be doing.

So, with renewed vigor, I went to town on his cock, using both fists like he told me to, and taking the rest of his cock into my mouth with a single-minded focus—to make him come before I did.

Itwas downright impossible, though, because the harder I tried, the harder he did.

Hishand left my right ass cheek, and soon my pussy was full of his fingers. He went straight inside to the webbing of his fingers, and I cried out onto his cock in surprise.

Thefullness… it was exactly what my body needed, and he knew it.

Washe racing me? Did he think he would get me to come before I could get him to?

Thinkingthat I needed to distract myself, I started to think about the math problems that I hated so much in school. I counted backward from one hundred. I did everything and anything I could think to do to keep myself in check while simultaneously working his cock with singular focus.

“Fuck it,” he said as he flipped us once again.

Thistime, I landed with my back onto the couch, and his large body slipping between my thighs.

Movinguntil he had one foot planted firmly on the floor beside my couch, he went up onto his knee, hauled my body toward him, and then guided his cock into me.

Icried out in surprise at the invasion, my body stunned into stillness as every inch of his engorged cock entered me in one swift thrust.

SoonI felt the abrasiveness of his pubic hairs pressing against my clit, and I lost it.

Yetagain, all it took for him to get me off was giving me his cock.

Thistime, though, that was all it took for him as well.

Witha muttered curse that sounded quite inventive even to my own ears, he followed right behind me with a strangled shout.

Hegrunted out each pulse of his cum deep into my depths, and before I knew it, he was collapsing on top of me, burying his nose into the crook of my throat.

Hemuttered something into my hair that I didn’t quite catch, and I made him repeat himself.

Heturned so that his mouth was against my chin and repeated, “I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this.”

Iburied one of my hands in his hair, while the other one went to the soft fabric of his t-shirt over his right shoulder.

“I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to make it further than you shoving your way inside me,” I said breathlessly, and not just because of the sex we’d just had. “I’m sorry, but you’re slowly leeching every bit of air from my lungs. You’re really heavy.”

Grinningagainst my chin, he twisted so that he was butt to the couch, and I was on top of him.

Thenew position pushed his still-hard cock deep inside of me, digging delightedly against sensitive tissues.

Icouldn’t stop myself from moving my hips, feeling his cock push deep.

Hecursed and squeezed my ass again with both hands, his head falling back onto the couch, eyes open.

“What are you doing to me?”

Ipulled myself upward only to let my weight settle back down again.

“When you figure it out, let me know,” I teased. “BecauseI’m in the same boat.”