The Harder He Falls: 2 (So Inked) (23 page)

Kellie moaned and slid her pelvis over his dick. He circled her waist with an arm, pulled their bodies more firmly together and cupped her breast with his other hand. She yanked his head down to her chest. He was only too happy to accommodate her wishes and suck her breast.

She rocked against him, muffled moans and sounds escaping her lips as she reached for something just out of her grasp.

“Come on, doll.” He dropped his hand from her waist and reached between her legs, finding her hot core through her pants.

“Yes,” she hissed in his ear, changing the movement of her hips to hard circling motions.

He lifted his head to watch her face. Curling his fingers against her, he rubbed with her. Her hands tightened, bruises blossoming under her grip. Her head fell back and her mouth opened on a silent shout. Her body shuddered and she leaned against him. He stroked her through the orgasm, watching the way her face tightened and morphed during release.

“Damn, you’re hot,” he said as her body went limp.

“Mm.”

He chuckled and reached for one of the long, rectangular cushions. Quin shook off the debris and dragged it closer. He gathered Kellie’s body and lay her down, bunching her shirt up as a pillow. He leaned over her and slid his hand along her side.

“Better?” He pushed her hair aside.

She stretched and reached for him. “Yeah. I needed that.”

He bent to her and kissed her, pressing into her body, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

“Come down here.” She tugged on his shoulders but he didn’t budge.

Shaking his head, he sat up and pulled his shirt off. He’d never given so much thought to a woman’s comfort during sex, but it mattered. She mattered, and he didn’t quite know what that meant, except she needed to be comfortable.

“I like you shirtless.” Kellie crossed her arms under her head and looked up at him from half-lidded eyes.

“I like you shirtless too. Let’s lose these pants.” He slid both her underwear and pants off and spread his shirt over the cushions.

“What are you doing down there?” Her voice was relaxed, still sated from orgasm.

“I don’t know where the hell these things have been.”

“And your sweaty gym shirt is better?” Her foot drew a line up his side. He hadn’t noticed her kicking off her shoes, but they were gone. He wrapped his hand around her ankle and pulled her leg to the side.

It took effort to form words and string them together in a sentence. “Hey, I took a shower before I came over. That shirt is clean.” Below them, someone flipped on a light that bathed her body in a tree-filtered glow.

Unlike most women he’d been with who tried to hide themselves, Kellie arched her back and smirked at him. She knew she was beautiful and she didn’t care. He liked that confidence, the way she knew who and what she was, and owned it.

Kellie’s body still hummed with satisfaction. Quin played her body with the skill it took to achieve multiple orgasms. Even if she didn’t come again, she craved the feel of his body inside hers, his strength holding her in place.

He scooted around and lay on his stomach between her legs.

“Quin?” She lifted her head to watch him.

“What? I’m busy.” He spread her nether lips, his touch firm but not rough. She loved it when he was though. Too often guys treated her as though she were made of glass when she just wanted to feel used.

“What are you—? Oh!” She clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the startled shout.

Quin had one arm slung across her abdomen to hold her in place while his tongue speared her sensitive flesh. She bucked her hips and rocked against him. She didn’t know whether she wanted more or less of what he did to her.

Thick fingers replaced his tongue, plunging into her channel while he found the sensitive nub with his lips and sucked on it. She crossed a leg over his shoulders and squeezed, rocking into him. She sucked in deep breaths between her fingers, her eyes rolling up into her head.

A slick digit pressed against her ass and his teeth grazed her clit, sending off charges of electricity through her synapses, catapulting her over the edge. Her hips rocked against his face, taking everything he gave while her muscles rippled around him, robbing her of sense and control, leaving her panting and boneless.

Quin gently untangled her legs from around him and sat up on his knees. She sucked in breath after breath of air, perfumed with her musk and the scent of dried leaves. She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Her sex quivered.

“Give me a second,” she groaned.

“Nope.”

“Quin, I can’t.”

He lowered his body over her, his heat seeping into her as his hands bracketed her shoulders. “Yeah, you can.” He nibbled her jaw. “One more.”

It was just sex. They were hungry for each other, that was it. But with each climb to ecstasy he wrapped her a little tighter around his finger. Each time he answered the phone when she just wanted to gripe, he wormed his way further into her heart. Where had her resolve to quit him gone?

She squeezed her arms around him and raked her nails down his back. He bowed toward her, squishing her, but she craved it. Craved him. His mouth crashed into hers, teeth nipping her lips, forcing her to open for him and plundering her mouth. She dug her hand into his hair and kissed him with equal force. His hips rocked against her, the stiff bar of his cock slapping her stomach.

Reaching between them, she cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm. Quin moaned into her mouth, showing her that he wasn’t in complete control.

“Fuck me hard,” she said against his lips.

He grunted and pulled away, just enough that she could wrap her hand around his cock and notch it against her sex. She silently cursed the latex he’d slipped on while she’d floated in post-coital bliss. It was better this way, but she didn’t have to like it.

Quin thrust hard, shocking her sensitized pussy and dragging a strangled moan from her lips. White lights burst behind her eyelids. Quin gripped her hips in a bruising hold and withdrew slowly.

“Quin,” she groaned, gripping his ass. Her swollen flesh was slick and so sensitive each movement against her sent ricochets of pleasure and almost-pain spiraling through her body.

“Yeah.” He panted and thrust, lodging himself fully in her slick channel. He wrapped an arm around her waist, the other around her neck.

She wrapped her limbs around him in return and contracted her inner muscles, squeezing him. He groaned and bit her shoulder, ripples of pleasure cascading down to her pussy.

He withdrew and thrust, each time building force and speed. She tried to move with him, to meet his pistoning body with her own, but he held her in place, practically rutting. Her spine arched, sweat slicked her body and she hummed with the need for release just outside her grasp.

Quin’s movements became frenzied, jerking back and forth until he jackknifed into her and growled his release. She felt his dick twitch deep within her, teasing her too-tight body with an orgasm she wouldn’t have.

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Quin’s breath fanned over her cheek. He trailed sloppy kisses to her mouth.

“Sorry. Too rough?” he gasped between breaths.

She chuckled. “Not at all.”

“Good. Did you come?”

Her hand stilled its back-and-forth path across his back. “Yeah.”

“No, did you come again?” He levered up on his elbows, the light from below catching the blue in his gaze.

“Quin, twice was—”

“Unh-unh, you’re coming again.”

He ground his pelvis against hers, her poor, tortured clit trapped between their bodies. She tossed her head from side to side. It just wasn’t possible.

Quin’s fingers delved between their sweat-slick bodies and strummed the nubbin, his gaze trained on her face, reading her even though she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Come on, relax. You fucking deserve it. Just keep quiet, you don’t want someone to hear you. They might figure out what we’re doing up here.”

The dirty rotten bastard. Her orgasm snapped through her like a rubber band being released. She milked his cock and rocked into his hand.

Holy shit, she’d just had three orgasms.

* * * * *

Kellie closed the back door as quietly as she could. It had the tendency to stick on the baseboard and needed an extra little pull to get it closed. But that also kept Grandma from opening it on her own, so she hadn’t fixed it.

“She asleep?” Quin pulled the folded comforter from under her arm, freeing her hands to close the door the rest of the way.

“Yeah, she liked the soup. Sorry about the wait.”

After their treehouse escapade, she’d had to go inside to do the nightly routine with Grandma. It took about an hour to wake her, clean her up, get her to eat, take her medicine and then make sure she was situated for the night. She hadn’t expected Quin to wait around for her, but here he was.

“No problem. I ran down to the gas station and grabbed us some beer.”

He spread the blanket out on the grass and she grabbed the bottles and followed him down onto the ground. As a kid, she’d lay out in the grass with her father, and he’d pointed out the constellations on clear nights.

“Damn, every time I look up I’m shocked by all the stars. I haven’t been in a city where the smog didn’t hide them.”

“That’s Texas for you. Wide-open spaces.”

He took the beers from her and used a bottle opener on his keychain to pop the caps off. She propped herself up on an elbow and sipped her beer while Quin lay on his back, gazing up at the sky. She cared about him, and she didn’t really know him. He had a child she hadn’t known about. What else was there?

“So,” she said to break the companionable silence they’d fallen into. “How’s your kid?”

His lips thinned. “She’s good. I think. Shit, I don’t know.” He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I might have screwed up.”

“How?”

“I’m not good at this dad stuff. I moved down here to be part of her life because I felt like I haven’t been there enough for Josie. I’ve always made sure she was taken care of, give them money and whatever, but I haven’t really been there. I don’t know how to be a dad, or how I fit into her life now that Penny is married. Does she even need me? And then Penny gets pissy at me for not coming over more often. When I do go over, Chad, her husband, gives me the stink eye. I just don’t know how this is supposed to work. It was easy in the beginning. I flew in every couple of months to visit, paid for my half of shit, changed some diapers and did errands. But it’s not enough anymore and I don’t know what to do.”

The verbal vomit took her by surprise. From what she’d glimpsed they looked to have the makings of a happy family, but appearances could be deceiving. “Whatever you think, Josie will always need you. You’re her dad. A girl always needs her dad.”

“Daddy. I’m Daddy and Chad is Dad.” He peered up at her. “She said that the longer name was more important.”

“Have you talked to Penny about this?”

“I try, but talking to Penny has gotten harder now that I’m here and then I’ve been busy. We used to be almost best friends, but now we just argue. One minute she understands that I’m doing all of this to support Josie, and the next she’s biting my head off for being a shitty father. Hell, I gave up fighting for her. She’s my kid. I’ll do whatever it takes to provide for her.”

“Ah.” Kellie tapped his shoulder. “But will you be there for her when the boogeyman is under the bed or a boy breaks her heart?”

He blinked at her, clearly baffled by what she was saying.

Kellie had missed all of that. Her memories of her father were fuzzy, but she never forgot the giant of a man who would sit in her room with a baseball bat while she fell asleep, or the man who got her up early so he could teach her how to ride a bike before work. He’d always made her feel important and loved.

“You can’t just make sure she has food to eat and a place to sleep. You have to spend time with her. Do you love her?”

“Of course I love her. She’s my kid.”

Her heart trembled. Quin cared. He just didn’t know how to show it. She cleared her throat to get rid of the uncomfortable knot of emotion.

“When my dad died, the things I missed the most were the times he would spend drinking make-believe tea with me. Or watching cartoons. Little things that showed me how he felt. He wasn’t a big talker, but he did things with me that showed me he cared. Girls are emotional, even those of us who are hard-asses. Do you do anything together?”

“Not really,” he mumbled.

“Can you think of anything to do together?”

“She actually liked hanging out at the gym. I did some research and we could probably do kids’ classes. I think she’d like it if we did that stuff together. I don’t know about all the frilly dresses and stuff though.”

She chuckled and blinked away moisture in her eyes. She was so not crying. “I know what it’s like to start a business and pour yourself into it, but you need to make time for your family. You only get one shot with your kid. I’m not a parent, but I’ve learned from taking care of Grandma what’s really important in life.”