Quiet Ones (Hellbent Book 3), page 43
She digs her nails into my chest. “I hate you,” she sighs. “I really do hate you.”
I brush my lips over her flesh. “I don’t think so, baby.” Then, I go for her mouth. “I’m the one you want.”
“You’re practice,” she taunts, the sadness leaving her voice as she gives me the attitude I absolutely deserve. “I want you to be the first to come on my tongue.”
I dig my fingers into her ass, peering up at her. The first?
Is that so?
Dropping her feet to the floor, I hold her eyes as I unfasten my pants, lower my ass to a chair, and tug her down. Pulling my cock out, I watch her stare at it, already hard as I wrap my hand around the shaft.
Lifting her gaze to mine, she drags her tongue up the underside of my cock, and I move my hand, letting my chest cave as she teases me.
I groan, “Fuck.”
Warmth covers me, coating my length as her mouth sinks down on me, taking me in slow and tight.
I tremble, letting my head fall back and my eyes close as she fits me almost entirely inside, taking her time and enveloping me in wet heat. Holding her face, I rub my thumb across her cheekbone, my heart nearly stopping when she pulls back, dragging her tongue up the underside once again. She comes down, and back up, down, and back up, wrapping her hand around the base when I grow too big for her mouth.
Sweat dampens my chest, and I run my hand through my hair, opening my eyes again to watch her.
But first, I catch our reflection in the mirror, my chair facing it. On all fours, her knees pressed to the ground as if she’s crawling to me, and her panties right where I put them, below her ass. I close my fingers in her hair, craving to have my mouth between her legs too.
I watch her head bob up and down on me, not thinking I can get any harder, but I hear a little moan when I swell more.
My phone rings, both of us jolting, but I don’t even think of answering. Nothing is that important.
She takes my cock, holding it in her hand as she licks it up and down, before sucking on the head. “Answer it,” she pants.
“Not now.”
“Number one,” she tells me. “Answer it.”
I remember her list, but I can’t remember what all the wishes were. Fumbling, I take the phone out of my pocket and see Jared’s name.
Oh, fuck no.
“Answer it,” she teases.
I grunt, feeling her sink down on my dick, taking me into her mouth again. Yes, okay. Anything.
I swipe the screen and hold the phone to my ear. “Let me guess,” I say, sounding out of breath but I can’t help it. “You want to play racquetball?”
“Wise ass,” Jared grumbles. “Have you seen Quinn?”
I start to break out in a full-on sweat as his sister’s mischievous eyes hold mine. Her soft, supple lips suck my cock, the tip of her tongue dipping out to play with me.
My eyes roll into the back of my fucking head.
“I…um.” I clear my throat. “I think she’s at Frosted.”
“Do me a favor and check,” he says. “My calls aren’t going through.”
Thank God he didn’t just decide to come check himself. Fuck! The back door is wide open.
“Madoc’s sending out an advisory today,” he tells me. “Everyone should stay in. There’ll be flash floods, and I want her home.”
She must’ve left her phone in the hideout.
She kneads my thighs through my pants, her whole body moving in and out as she sucks me. I’m mesmerized, watching her in the mirror.
I close my fist in her hair again. Everyone’s staying home today?
I have all day to fuck her now.
“I’ll make sure she’s safe,” I grunt.
And I pull her down on me, thrusting up into her mouth. The zap of an electric current coasts through my body. Yeah, baby, I mouth.
“Tell her to call me when she’s home,” he orders.
I smile. “Will do.”
We hang up, and I toss my phone onto the table.
My body blazes. I need more than her mouth. I need her in my hands and her flesh between my teeth.
“You’re mine.” I force her eyes up to me, even with my dick in her mouth. “I make sure you’re safe.”
No one else.
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Scream it.”
“Yes,” she calls out.
I grab her, pulling her up. “Be loud, baby. I’m sick of being quiet.”
I force her panties down her legs and turn her around.
“Get in my lap.”
I pull her ass down, her spine pressed to my chest and turn her mouth to the side so I can kiss her. Looking into the mirror, I can’t take my eyes off us. My hand slips between her legs, rubbing her clit, and her nipples are so hard and begging to be touched.
Digging out a condom, I rip open the package and slide it on with my other hand. She sits up and places a hand on the table next to us for leverage. Then, she rises up, and I fit my dick inside of her. She sinks down, sheathing me in her hot little grip, and I pull the rubber band out of her hair. The blonde locks drape down her back, and I place a hand at the curve of her hip, guiding her ass in and out as she starts to fuck me.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”
I wish I had that fucking collar. But I improvise. Wrapping her hair around my hand like a rope, I gently and slowly tug her back, keeping the other hand on her hip. I pull her again, like a horse on reins, and she smiles, moaning as she amps up the speed, riding me.
“I’m yours.” She plays with herself, her reflection in the mirror about to damn-well send me over the edge. “All yours.”
Slouching back into the seat, I watch her move, her gorgeous body so beautiful when it’s loving me. She won’t be in fucking clothes the rest of the day.
Leaning back, she licks the corner of my mouth, and a nerve shoots from my lips to low in my stomach, making me lose control.
In two seconds, I’m on my feet and bending her over one of the tables.
She grips the edge, propped up on her elbows, and both of us watch ourselves in the mirror. There are whole rooms beyond that frame, strangers coming and going, and I don’t even care if someone is watching us now.
And she doesn’t seem to care, either, loving every bit of this.
She moans and cries out, the table scraping against the floor as I pick up the pace faster and faster. “I’m yours,” she groans. “All yours.”
I feel my orgasm coming, but I try to hold it off to wait for her.
I squeeze the flesh of her ass, still fisting her hair. “Oh, God. Fuck,” I grunt.
“Harder, harder!” she yells.
“Oh, Quinn.”
Her pussy squeezes my cock, our two bodies just one muscle, throbbing.
“Yes!” she cries, arching her back and jutting out her ass to take me.
We come, gasping and moaning, her eyes closed tightly as I release.
I shake, struggling to take in air while sweat drips from my body.
Coming down on her back, I rest my forehead on her spine, both of us not moving as we try to calm down.
Opening my mouth, I feel the words there. I want to say it.
Do I love her?
Or is it just post-coital euphoria?
I grab hold of her body, gripping her tightly and never wanting to be off of her.
“I still didn’t taste you on my tongue.”
Her sweet voice sounds faded, as if that’s all the energy she has, and I rumble with a small laugh.
“A little more practice then?” I tease.
How about twenty-thousand more days? Will that be enough?
“Well, we have beds here,” she says in a playful tone. “Don’t we?”
I look up, meeting her eyes in the mirror to Carnival Tower.
No need to leave. That’s for sure.
Lucas
The candlelight flickers across her face and mussed hair as I hold her in my arms. I don’t know how much rest we got—the little moans she makes in her sleep stirring me as much as the ones she makes when she’s awake.
Her lips part, she searches my eyes, and I know she wants to say something. But then she kisses me. Her mouth leaves a trail so soft and hot, I feel the goosebumps break out down my arms.
The bedroom is cool and dark, no windows in the hideout except in the great room, making it impossible to feel like it’s anything but night. It feels like the world is still asleep. Or like we’re the only ones on the planet.
I brush her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “I love you,” I tell her.
Her naked chest presses against mine, and she trembles, her mouth opening and then closing. And for a moment, fear makes me pause.
When I was a kid, I used to carry her around as she clung to my leg. Now, she’s a woman. Am I good for her?
She breaks into a smile. “Finally.”
I chuckle. Yeah, whatever. So I’m a slow mover. In everything, I guess.
I close my eyes and tip my head back as she trails kisses across my neck, over my collarbone, and down my chest.
Her tongue darts out and teases my nipple, tugging it with her teeth.
Nerves fire, and I suck in air, laughing.
I pull her up, but as soon as I open my eyes, I spot black writing on her back. Just over her shoulder.
I tilt my head up. “What’s this?”
She tries to look over but her eyes don’t reach that far.
The writing is jagged and appears to be in marker. “Two-eight-eight-four,” I read.
“Huh?” She sits up and tries to look over her shoulder. “What is that? Where did it come from?”
Her worried eyes jerk to me, and I launch up and examine it again.
Black numbers, the little lines looking like quick swipes as if done in a hurry. The four and last eight are slightly smeared.
There’s nothing else. No other writing.
Her gaze wanders, the wheels in her head turning. “I thought…” She starts breathing harder. “I thought that was you,” she tells me. “I felt fingers on my skin in the middle of the night. Or I thought they were fingers. I thought you were caressing me or something.”
The sounds she was making… I thought she was asleep, but she was being touched. Fuck.
She chokes back a sob, the realization that someone was here—in this room, while we slept—frightening both of us. They got close enough to touch her. They could’ve done anything to us.
Instinctively, my fingers close around her arms, squeezing too hard. I immediately release her.
It could’ve been Dylan or one of the boys.
And I no sooner think it than the bedroom door flies open. Quinn snaps the covers up, and I jerk my head right, putting my arms around her.
Light pours in, Hunter standing right in the doorway.
His eyes widen. “Whoa.”
“Out!” I growl.
But he looks to his side, down the hall, tensing.
Ah, shit.
Kade and Hawke rush up to his side. “What the hell?” Hawke bursts out at him.
But then he sees us.
The three of them stand there, taking in the scene, Quinn and I clearly done with whatever we were doing. Bed, a mess. Hair, a mess.
“Get out!” she cries, reaching for her clothes on the chair.
But Kade only advances on us. “You son of a bitch!”
That was directed at me. He glares, and if I weren’t naked, I’m pretty sure he would’ve charged me. I haven’t been in these guys’s lives hardly at all, but I already know he’s the one who’s a pain in the ass.
“Kade!” Hawke barks.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, pulling on my black pants. “Easy,” I chide.
Quinn and I pull on clothes, shielded by the sheet, while Kade’s the only one too angry to have the consideration to look away.
I rise, sliding my arms into my shirt. “How did you get in here?”
“You forgot to lock the mirror, I guess,” Hawke tells us. He looks to Quinn and back to me. “How long has this been going on?”
“Less than two weeks, obviously,” Quinn grumbles.
I almost pause to ask them if this is the first time they’ve been in this room in the past several hours, remembering the writing on Quinn’s back.
But judging from their reactions, this is the first time any of them are seeing us in bed together.
“Are you okay?” Hawke asks her, throwing me a suspicious glance.
“I was until you all barged in!” she yelled. “Out!”
“Can’t find an adult, huh?” Kade spits out at me. “You have to pick on someone half your age?”
“She’s not half my age.” I pull the T-shirt over my head. “And I remember seeing you flip off a twelve-year-old girl the other day?”
“She was fifteen.” He scowls. “And she’s not a girl. She’s a little shit hellbent on pissing me off every time I turn around! You’ve been gone, or you would’ve known that.”
Either way, I still don’t think Madoc knows his son is treating an underage girl like a prison rival because I don’t think he would like it.
“Quinn, get over here!” Kade barks.
I move, ready to stop him from talking to her like that.
“Enough,” Hawke chimes in.
But Kade is a bullet. “Did he buy you that house?” he asks Quinn. “Some place to keep his dirty little secret?”
What the…?
But Hunter clamps a hand over his twin’s mouth and pulls Kade back into his body. “I’m really sorry.” Hunter laughs nervously. “The, uh, ‘little shit’ put full cans of beer inside the firewood logs he uses when he takes girls to Chimney Lock Island,” he explains to us. “His blowjob turned a little painful last night.”
Kade struggles under his brother’s hold, fire rising in his cheeks. I drop my head so he can’t see my grin.
Okay, so maybe this ‘prison rival’ of his can take care of herself.
But Quinn walks up. “Oh my God,” she tells Kade. “Are you okay?”
He yanks Hunter’s hand off his mouth. “No, I’m not okay!”
Hunter clamps his mouth shut again, his chest shaking with laughter. “He’s, uh…out of commission for the rest of the summer.”
I try to shake the scene out of my head, but I can’t get rid of it. Firelight, the summer woods, owls hooting, and then pop! An explosion in the campfire, scaring his date, who instinctively clenches her teeth around him in fright…
I snort as I move around the bed to fan the sheets and tidy up.
“I could’ve died!” he screams.
But Hawke interjects, “There’s no proof she was the one who did that.”
Kade shoves away from Hunter, completely distracted with his rekindled anger. “I’m gonna catch her and bust her so hard, her only option to avoid prison is to join the Army!” he growls. “Either way, she leaves. Not even Green Street can protect her.”
I straighten up. Green Street?
“That kid works for Green Street?” I ask.
The boys look at me, I glance at Quinn, and Hawke nods. “She’s one of their most active little earners now.”
My stomach sinks.
But Hunter clarifies, “Theft.”
I clear my throat, thankful it’s not dealing, or something worse.
But then an idea forms. Theft.
And I start to smile.
She doesn’t know me, but she might enjoy Kade needing her help.
I glance to Hawke. “Call her.”
“Why should I help you?” she asks me an hour later.
Thomasin Dietrich is her name, I’d learned. Tommy for short. She’s the daughter of one of Jared’s old high school rivals, Nate Dietrich.
The firehouse sits lit up behind her, across the street with Farrow’s bike parked in front, and despite the heat of the night, she’s dressed in black jeans, a long-sleeved black turtleneck, and gloves.
I hate that I’m here again. A bad influence to youths. If they find out she helped us…
But for a kid, she’s not easy to intimidate. Arms folded over her chest, eyes stern, and not even the slightest fidget. The red tips in her long, white hair dance softly in the breeze.
“What do you want?” I broach instead.
She’s a thief. Good ones don’t do anything for free.
Lifting her chin, a smile sparks in her eyes. “The hat.”
She looks to Quinn, holding out her hand.
My hat?
I gape at Quinn next to me.
Quinn hesitates a moment, but it comes off her head with no discussion. I watch as it floats from Quinn’s hands to Tommy’s, and I almost say something. It was fine when something I loved belonged to someone I loved, but I might never see it again now.
But I let it go and step toward her. “Okay, just—”
“I’m not done,” she interjects as she stuffs the hat into her backpack. “Payment from everyone.”
Hawke, Dylan, Hunter, and Aro loom behind me, the air suddenly thickening.
“The compass,” Tommy demands without looking at me.
I lock my jaw.
“How the hell did you know about that?” Quinn asks her.
Tommy just fixes us with a bored look until I shove my hand into my pocket and stuff the compass into her palm.
She moves around the group, looking at each and every person.
To Dylan, “The jacket.”
“I don’t have it anymore.”
“Go get it,” she retorts. “We both know where it is.”
Dylan barely hides her annoyance before finally jogging off down the block, and disappearing around the corner.
The jacket must be here in Weston.
Tommy continues, “Your T-shirt,” she commands from Hawke before ordering from Hunter, “and your watch.”
They both remove their items, Hunter sacrificing without a problem, but Hawke looks like a father who’s disappointed in his kid’s behavior or something as he removes his Sigma Tau T-shirt.
She fits everything into her pack, finally turning her eyes on Kade. “Your St. Thomas medal. Now.”
I drop my gaze to his neck, seeing a silver piece of chain peeking out of his T-shirt. His smile is almost a snarl, and it’s not reaching his eyes.
