Chapter 21
Reid
Ishould take time out to think about the discussion that’s just taken place. I really should. But I’ve been thinking about getting Quinn Jamieson – or whatever her name is – into my cabin for a hell of a lot longer, and that’s the only thing on my mind as I jump out of the SUV.
Quinn gets out too, and before I can reach her, I see one of our guys stalking over to us. It’s Levi. He was controlling the drone that night I tracked Quinn in the woods. He knows what she means to me.
I raise a hand to stop him in his tracks while I carry on towards Quinn. “Whatever it is, it can wait,” I call over. “Jake should be back soon, check with him. And tell him I don’t want to be disturbed.”
It’s a little unfair on Jake since we’re sharing accommodation, but I’m pretty sure he’ll be just as eager as I am to switch living arrangements now that Quinn will be sharing my bed.
Levi nods, or I presume he does because I’ve reached Quinn. I grab her upper arm like I might a captive and march her towards the cabin. Once we’re inside, I spin her around so she’s pressed up against the door I quickly bolt. My arms cage her and she has to tip her head to meet my gaze.
“You said I shouldn’t trust you,” I remind her. It was a hard truth to hear, but I’d be a fool to ignore the fact that she’s compromised. If I were in her shoes, if Ilya had one of my brothers, I’d break every oath and promise to get to them.
“You can’t trust me,” she says, her chest heaving.
“Do you have any weapons on you?” I ask, my tone cold and impersonal.
Confusion skitters across her face. “No! I’m not about to attack you, Reid.”
I lean closer, bringing my gaze level with hers. Her warm breath hits my face in steady pants. “You expect me to believe that with your track record?”
She rests her hands on my hips, her fingers hooking into my belt – a belt that holds a holstered gun. “I would never hurt you.”
I stare at her impassively. “Are you wearing a tracker? Or a wire?”
Her gaze hardens. “No.”
My jaw tenses. “I don’t believe you.”
“Reid, I don’t know what risks I might pose to you and your brothers in the future, but the danger isn’t imminent. In this moment, I’m not a threat,” she says, her pitch rising because I’m shaking my head before she’s even finished.
“Sorry, Quinn, but I can’t take your word for that.”
Her fingers pull against the hooks of my combat pants, but I don’t let her bring our bodies into contact. I’m surprised she hasn’t already noticed how hard I am. “Have I reached for your gun?” she asks. “No!”
I press my fingers harder into the doorframe, keeping them off her for now. My biceps ripple with tension. “And what does that prove?”
“Exactly what it looks like! Whatever happens, I won’t pull a gun on you again.”
I run the tip of my tongue over my upper lip. Quinn follows with her eyes. “Your hand is on my belt. You could still reach for my weapon before I had the chance to stop you.”
“I could but I won’t.” She scowls at me. “If you’re that worried, take it off.”
“Maybe I want to test you.”
“A test that could end with a bullet in your head? You want to take that risk?” she asks, exasperated. When I simply keep staring, she answers her own question. “Except it’s not a risk, is it? You damn well know I won’t use it.”
“Correct. But you’re not in the clear yet, Quinn. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to strip search you.”
“I’m not wearing a damn tracker! And if you think… If you…” She stutters to a stop as my words sink in. “A strip search?”
“Yep.”
Quinn gives a hard tug on my belt hoops. “Asshole,” she hisses.
I think I might be in love with the way she scowls at me. “Are you resisting? Do I need to restrain you?”
“Wouldn’t that make it difficult to undress me?”
I straighten up and pull her hands from my belt. “You’re right, we’ll save that for later,” I reply as I take hold of her wrists and raise her arms. “Keep your hands over your head where I can see them.”
“Fine,” she says, with mock indignation now. “It looks like I’m at your mercy.”
Quinn keeps her hands raised, but she squirms when I trail my fingers down her arms. I trace the curve of her breasts, my thumbs stroking her nipples through the cotton of her dress before I start unbuttoning the front.
When I stoop to undo the last buttons, my lips almost brush hers, but it’s her neck I kiss.
I draw apart her dress, and my tongue trails down the valley between her breasts, continuing down to her belly button. I hold onto her hips as I trail kisses lower. Quinn watches me.
“Is there anything you’d like to declare?” I ask.
Her eyes are hooded. “Just hurry up and do your job.”
I press my tongue against the triangle of lace covering her pussy, and Quinn responds by arching her back. “These panties are soaking. I’m afraid I’m going to have to take them as evidence.”
As I unthread them from her legs, I take off her pumps too. Her stance widens as my hands glide up her inner thighs. My mouth is on her again, the tip of my tongue parting her until I settle on her swollen clit. I draw lazy circles around it, then flick it hard enough to make Quinn cry out.
She’s panting hard as I follow a wet trail to her entrance. I taste her, tease her and lathe her without mercy as I listen to her moans growing more and more desperate. She’s dripping as I push two fingers inside her, and when her pussy grips my fingers, my balls contract.
As I suck and lick and pump into her, my hips rock back and forth. My cock pulses against my zipper, but no matter how much I want to fuck her, I take my time devouring her.
“Reid!” Quinn cries out as her legs tremble.
“Are you close?”
Her lips roll together, and she nods. Her eyes stay on me, and the humming noises she makes vibrate down through her body.
Her mouth falls open and her breath comes out in shallow moans.
She’s about to unravel, but uncertainty flashes across her face when she notices my cheeks pinching.
I’m smiling, and her next gasp is released as a cry of frustration as I take my mouth off her.
“We can come back to that later,” I promise, standing up.
I ignore her glare as I scrutinize the rest of her body.
Pulling her dress off her shoulders, I let it pool at her feet, then undo her bra.
I stop to stare at her naked body. Her breasts are beautifully rounded, and her hardened nipples a dark pink in the low light of the cabin.
I take a nipple in my mouth while rolling the other between my finger and thumb.
Quinn’s breath stutters and I think she might come from this alone.
I release her nipple with a pop. “Your tits are just begging for my touch.”
“My entire body wants you,” she groans.
“Your entire body is going to get me,” I growl as the need to be inside her takes over.
Grabbing the back of my t-shirt, I pull it over my head. I quickly unbuckle my belt and kick off my boots. My combat pants, socks and holster drop to the floor with a thud. Quinn is reaching for my boxers when I grab her hands.
“I thought I told you to keep your hands over your head? I haven’t finished my search yet.”
“But if I followed your orders, would I be able to do this?”
Quinn drops to her knees, and pulls down my boxers. My cock springs free and I groan as she grasps the base and turns her wrist. Beads of pre-cum glisten on my crown, and Quinn locks eyes with me as she laps up my seed.
“Open wide, Viper,” I tell her. “I need to search deep into your throat.”
Her tongue flattens and as she brings my cock to her mouth, I hold her head.
Her lips seal around the tip and when her cheeks hollow, I have to stop myself from thrusting hard into her pretty mouth.
I leave Quinn to take me, and she takes me deep.
She cups my balls, squeezing gently while her tongue explores the underside of my cock, stoking the fire in my belly.
I choke out a breath as she draws her lips back up my length.
She circles her tongue around my crown, once, twice, three fucking times before sealing her lips around me again. The heat at my core rises to explosive levels, and my grip on her head tightens. She goes down on me fast, taking me deeper still and I grunt like an animal.
Each time Quinn’s head bobs up and down my shaft, I lose a little more control until I’m thrusting forward with each plunge she makes. Saliva pools at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes water as she fights her gag reflex.
Pressure builds, and my thrusts speed up. Quinn’s movements speed up too.
“You take me so well, but I’m not going to come in your mouth,” I groan as I pull away. “I haven’t finished my search of all your pretty holes yet.”
Quinn’s gaze is steady as she licks my beaded tip one last time. I grit my teeth as I lose the warmth of her mouth, but the thought of what else I’d like to do to her keeps me warm.
“Stand up,” I say.
As soon as she’s on her feet, I spin Quinn around so her back is to my chest. My arm ropes around her waist.
“Are you still planning on coming quietly?”
Her laugh is breathy. “I hope not.”
I march Quinn over to the table that Jake and I have been using as a desk as well as a dining table. It’s full of discarded take-out boxes, cables and scraps of paper. I sweep them all away with my free arm and press Quinn over the wooden surface.
“Reid, this is cold!” she complains with a shudder.
I fold myself over her, my leaking cock hard against her spine. I slide a hand between her legs and seek out her heat. “No, baby. You’re a hot fucking mess.”
Quinn’s complaints turn to pleasure as I rub her clit. She bucks against me as I circle the bundle of nerves that has the rest of her body quivering. As I kiss her shoulders, she turns her head towards me. Her mouth wants my lips too, but I’m enjoying teasing her too much.
As I lift my body above hers, Quinn’s eyes narrow in suspicion, then widen as my fingers, dripping with her arousal, slide all the way to the crack of her ass and her tight, little hole.