Chapter 34 Reid
Reid
I’ve always enjoyed waking up early. It gives me time to still my mind, something I’ve been getting better at in the four weeks since Quinn’s rescue.
Bathed in the warmth of the rising sun, I pause to appreciate the small things.
Like the tiny mole on Quinn’s collarbone, and the faint scar on her elbow where she fell climbing when she was little.
Her breathing remains steady and shallow, but a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “Do you mind keeping the noise down.”
“What noise?” I whisper.
She peels open her eyes. “You, loving me loudly.”
“Guilty as charged.”
Quinn grabs hold of my t-shirt and pulls me with her as she rolls onto her back. “Want to make some more noise?”
I slide a knee between her legs, then the other. My morning wood rests on her sleep shorts as I bracket her head with my forearms. “Aren’t you afraid we’ll wake up the neighbors?”
“Why? Are you planning on making me scream?”
We’re challenging each other in the best possible way.
Quinn hadn’t wanted me to bring her back to the Griffin homestead when we’d landed in Chicago, but she’d been so desperate for a shower and a soft bed that she’d agreed to stay for one night.
I’d bathed her and held her while she slept, and when she’d awoken the next morning, we’d made love slowly, gently, and quietly.
I was worried about hurting her or the baby.
She was worried about disturbing the rest of the house.
I would have happily moved out if it was what she’d wanted, but then she’d met Connie, who’d mothered Quinn like she’d never been mothered before. By contrast, Maddie and Lily had welcomed her like a returning warrior, and one they made sure my brothers didn’t overwhelm.
Slowly, Quinn’s settled into our new home, but we’ve been more reserved than we were back in the log cabin.
Quinn sucks in her lower lip. “I think I heard Maddie and Hunter having sex yesterday,” she admits. “Although it could possibly have been Mace and Lily. I thought the noise was coming from the library, but I haven’t quite worked out how sound travels.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t Ash?” I tease.
Her jaw drops. “Does he have a girlfriend he sneaks in?”
“Never,” I say. “I just thought, you know, maybe he was on his own.”
She squeezes her eyes shut. “No, no, no,” she cries out. “Please change the subject. I don’t want to hear about any of your brothers’ sex lives.”
“You brought it up.”
“I know. I just needed to remind myself that we’re all adults, and we know we’re all having sex.”
“Everyone except Ash.”
She hits my shoulder. “Stop it,” she hisses. Her finger trails across my lips and I suck it into my mouth. When I curl my tongue around the tip, it earns me a groan. Her grey eyes blow. “It just got me thinking how competitive your brothers are.”
I release her finger. “Go on.”
“Whoever it was enjoying themselves yesterday, they were really vocal. We used to be like that. Back in the log cabin, you made me scream so hard I thought I’d burst a blood vessel,” she says, wrapping her legs around me.
As she presses her feet to the back of my thighs, she grinds against me and I respond in kind.
“I want you to do that again, but you’re going to have to fuck me hard, Reid Griffin. Show your brothers what you can do.”
“Are you sure it’s not you who’s being competitive?”
“Maybe,” she says as she slides her hands down to my waistband and pulls down my boxer shorts.
She doesn’t touch my cock, but just having her hand so close has my balls contracting. And still I hesitate. “I don’t want to put your body through unnecessary stress.”
“Unnecessary?” she repeats, arching an eyebrow as she drags my boxers down to my ankles using her feet so I can kick them off. “Reid, baby, I think you’ll find that fucking me hard is absolutely necessary.”
“You should be careful what you wish for,” I warn, leaning to one side and tugging down Quinn’s sleep shorts.
I’m not as adept at undressing Quinn with my oversized feet, but I think I prefer my way as I disappear beneath the covers.
I move down her body and pull her shorts free from her ankles, then trace my fingers slowly up her inner thighs.
My thumbs stroke the creases at the top of her legs, but when she bucks her hips in anticipation of my touch, I don’t meet her demands.
I pepper kisses up one thigh, and across her pelvis. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she tries admirably to guide my mouth to her, but all I allow is the soft touch of my breath on her pussy. She groans as I continue to kiss down her other thigh.
I pull the covers off so I can watch her writhing. “Are you ready to scream yet?”
“Scream with frustration,” she says as I kneel up.
When I tug my t-shirt over my head, Quinn does the same with her camisole, and I take a moment to feast on her body with my eyes.
Her breasts are fuller, her nipples darker and maybe there’s a swell to her stomach that isn’t just my imagination, but the glistening arousal between her legs is very real.
I swipe my hand slowly along the length of her, coating my fingers. “Is all this for me, Viper?”
Her hips lift off the bed, urging me to touch her again. “Yes.”
“Thank you,” I say with a truly wicked grin as I wrap my fist around my shaft and spread her juices up and down the length of my cock. I pay particular attention to the crown, using my thumb to mix her arousal with mine.
“Reid, this isn’t fair,” she complains, her hand snaking between her legs.
I drop forward, grabbing her wrist and putting it over her head. “Not yet.”
Pushing my knee against her center, I let her grind against me as I kiss her neck, suck beneath her ear, then pepper more kisses across her jaw. When I reach her mouth, I thrust my tongue between her open lips, over and over.
Quinn shudders. “Don’t you want to fuck me now?”
My cock pulses in answer, but I want her swollen with need before I bury my cock inside her.
“You’re nearly there,” I promise, taking my kisses lower.
I draw my tongue beneath her chin, her neck, across her clavicle, then I suck and nip the soft flesh of each breast. Her nipples are hard peaks, but I resist taking one in my mouth. I lick and I blow, then do the same to the other. Quinn grinds harder against my knee.
“I am there,” she pants. “I’m so fucking there. Please. I need you right this second.”
I groan in reply, and my hand goes to my leaking cock. “And I’m right there with you,” I admit as I glide my tip along the length of her pussy. I circle her swollen clit and her body jerks. “Is your pussy clenching, baby? Are you going to be too tight to let me in?”
She wraps her legs around me. “Reid, so help me god, if I am, you’d better force your way in.”
I seat myself at her entrance and nudge my cock forward, but that’s all I give her. As I make small movements, in and out, I grit my teeth to suppress the urge to plow deeper. Quinn tilts her hips to take more of me, but I pull away. Her eyes blaze at the realization I’m still teasing her.
“Reid!”
As I rest on my elbows, she’s practically feral. “OK, baby,” I whisper. “Get ready to scream.”
I punch forward, and as expected, Quinn’s pussy is tight and swollen, but she’s so wet that I glide into her, burying myself to the hilt. I let out a grunt as I roll my hips, rubbing against her clit and making her pussy walls contract around my cock.
“Damn, you fit me so perfectly,” I say, leaning in to kiss her.
Quinn’s arms are over her head, gripping the pillow behind her. Her eyes are closed as I pull out then drive into her again. She murmurs my name, lost to the heat building between us as I pick up my pace.
“Eyes on me, Viper.”
Her eyes open. “Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. This feels… It’s… Don’t you dare stop.”
My hands slip beneath her shoulder blades and I pull down on her shoulders as I slam into her. The pressure that coils around my core and tightens my balls is demanding release, and I fuck her harder, and deeper. My legs tremble, and so do hers.
She’s thrusting against me too, and as our bodies clash, her cheeks pink up and her breathing shortens.
“You’re so damn beautiful when you come,” I tell her as my movements become jerkier. The pulses of pleasure at my core are building into something I’m not going to be able to contain for much longer. “So come for me, Quinn. Come for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
I lift myself higher, increasing the friction and I see it in her expression as she starts to unravel. Her cheeks turn crimson and her head tips back. “Oh, fu–” she manages before her entire body convulses. She takes in a breath, and she screams.
“That’s it,” I say, moving at a piston pace. “That’s it, baby.”
She screams again. And again as my thighs slap against her in one, two, three final thrusts until I’m seeing stars too. The rush is euphoric and it lights up every nerve in my body as my cock swells inside her. I come hard, spilling into Quinn as her quivering pussy milks me dry.
She cups my face and kisses me hungrily while we grind some more, bringing each other down from on high. I rock my body against hers as our racing hearts slow to a steady beat. And then we still.
Her smile widens as I lift myself off her.
“What?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It just feels like this is the start of it.”
“Start of what?”
“The healing,” she says, rolling onto her side. She rests her hand on my chest, her thumb stroking the feathered head of my griffin tattoo. “Can we go into the office today? Maddie and Lily keep saying they’d love my help with their charity work, and I’m done resting and recuperating.”
“You have your scan today.”
“No, I don’t. It’s on Thursday.”
“Today is Thursday.”
Quinn slaps my chest. “But we’ve just… No! Reid, I can’t go in there with your cum dripping from me.”
I take her hand and kiss her palm. “I’m pretty sure your doctor knows we’ve had sex.”
She scoots up the bed and grabs her cell phone.
“Are you sure it’s today?” she asks, but she’s going to check her calendar anyway.
“Oh, shit. There’s a message from Jason.
” She sits up as she reads it. “He’s finally replied to my email.
Trust him to send it in the middle of the night.
I bet he’s still staying up until all hours playing video games. ”
“What does he say?” I ask, sitting up too.
Quinn had built up the courage to reach out to Jason last week.
She’s going to tell him everything about her past and Ilya’s scheming, or at least as much as it involves him.
If he’ll listen. She’d tried speaking to Clara first, hoping she’d act as an intermediary, but Clara hasn’t returned any of her calls so far.
“He just says he got my message, and to call him back,” Quinn explains. She raises an eyebrow as she presses her phone to her ear.
“You’re calling him now? It’s still early.”
“I know, but I need to get this over with. If he’s not going to forgive me, I’d rather– Oh, hi, Jason. I didn’t wake you up, did I?”
Quinn presses her chin to her chest as she opens up the conversation she’s been dreading. I get the feeling she doesn’t want an audience so I kiss her cheek. “I’ll go take a shower,” I whisper. “Call me if you need me.”
When I return from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, Quinn’s still in bed. Her arms are wrapped around her legs and her chin rests on her knees.
“How did it go?”
“Better than I deserved,” she says softly.
“He’s such a good man.” As I sit down next to her, she leans over to press her lips to my damp skin.
“He’s still a bit scared of you. He’s been talking to Clara, and apparently she thinks I’ve gone over to the dark side, which explains why she hasn’t returned my calls. ”
“I take it she’s still working for Barrett?” Quinn nods. “I bet he’s still filling people’s heads with this idea that he’s the force for good. He doesn’t know how lucky he is to be free from Ilya’s clutches.”
“Apparently, he’s moving back to Poulton Springs.”
“That figures,” I mutter. The Russians and the McConkeys are no longer interested in reclaiming that particular asset, but I doubt Barrett’s willing to credit us with saving his ass.
“You could drop that man from a great height and he’d still fucking bounce back.
I just wish he wasn’t related to my brothers.
I doubt it’s the last of his messes we’ll be forced to clean up. ”
Quinn slides her feet off the bed. “At least we’re done with him for now,” she says. “And we have our own messes to deal with.” She stands up and glowers. “I might be some time in the shower.”