The Land of Rabbits (Long Shot Love Duet #1) (25 page)

“This is how it starts.”

“Stop saying that or tell me what you mean. How what starts?”

“Needing a guy like me to protect you.” He puts the gun in his waistband and crosses his arms.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“And you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about him. If he works here, he’s in good hands too.”

“You’re a pimp and I won’t fuck you or your prostitutes.”

“A pimp might be an easier profession, but nope, not quite.”

Yes, he is,
I assert to myself, soaping and rinsing my feet while he picks at his fingernails, one shoulder on the doorframe, his red stoner eyes looming over me.

“This is your golden moment, your beginning. You won’t be fucking prostitutes—you’ll be one of them. Think about it. You can open your legs and let men enjoy your pussy, or you can open your legs in prison and let your butch cellmate enjoy your pussy. Either way, someone’s getting pussy. You choose.”

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck what?” He cups his ear.

The gun reappears in a speedy motion like an old western duel, aimed at my head. “You’ll be on the schedule for this weekend.”

“I’ll leave.”

“Okay.” He waves the gun toward the suite’s door, calling my bluff. “Get your shit and go.”

“No, I’ll prove my worth in other ways!”

“I don’t need a freakin’ secretary or a cook. People here do that on top of the sex. Making a buck from a fuck comes first, other work second, not the other way around.”

“But... can’t you find it in your heart to—”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, wah, wah. I’ve seen this a hundred times... kids on the streets hiding out from abusive parents or the cops, in over their heads, shitting their pants because they might go to prison over some dumbass mistake. They’re fucking miserable... that’s where I step in, round ‘em up and become their savior. Afterglow Retreats were built for people like you. I give my body and blood to you sinners and in return you serve me.”

“I’m very offended by that. You’re
not
Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah, but I am Jack Jameson, and that’s damn fucking close.”

He turns, hearing the door open.

I’m elated that it’s Quinn. God love him. He’s carrying a plate of grapes and a box of bandages. God love him even more.

“Thanks, pal.” Jack takes a grape and slaps him on the shoulder before heading out. “Clean her up, clean yourself up, fuck and get some sleep, then meet me for breakfast at 9 a.m. sharp. We need to talk.”

He closes the door and walks away singing, his haunting voice still lingering in the room...

They call him the Rising Son

He’s been the death of many a poor soul

And you, oh God, could be one...

I’m relieved when our warm bodies meet, his strong arms holding me close.

“You okay?”

“I’m okay. Are you okay?” I ask.

“I survived and we’re here, together. We made it.” He puts the grapes on the counter and takes off his shirt, looking at his back in the mirror. “She went easy on me. Must be in a hurry to fuck my brother.”

“Quinn...”

“What? Shit, you look scared. Did he touch you? I’ll break his face if he did.”

“Not really. He... he put his hand...” I look down and frown. “He’s an asshole. He smelled his hand after touching me through my underwear.”

“What the fuck?” He heads for the door and I pull him back.

“Don’t... let it go, just for tonight. I can’t take anymore fighting and we’re no match against his gun... besides, there’s something else. He searched his cell for the Albany news... she was found. Someone discovered the body.”

“What?” He rests against the counter. “I thought it’d be at least another day or two. Was there a name? Any names?”

“No.”

He’s quiet, his thumb and forefinger massaging his forehead as he takes deep breaths.

“I’m just in shock.” I set my palm on his cheek and he leans into my hand, giving it a gentle kiss. “You’re right though, we’re here, out of the city and invisible. It’s better than last night. That’s what I need to think about, nothing else right now. Just you and me.”

“I know.” He puts his hand over mine. “We should enjoy the fact that we’ve finally got some time alone.”

His fingertips run down my arm to the bottom of my shirt, lifting it over my head in one quick swoop.

“This okay? You awake enough and feeling better than when we first arrived?”

“It’s more than okay with me.”

“Good, cuz I can’t stop thinking about your beautiful lips...”

His hand floats over my face.

“... your penetrating eyes and kickass body...”

His mouth presses to mine, nipping my bottom lip and giving it a slight tug.

“... and your quiet moans when you know we’re about to fuck.”

“God... I’m so ready for this. Help me forget this mess we’re in, even if it’s only for a minute.”

He shakes his head with an alluring smile. “Trust me, we’ve got time. This one’s gonna last longer than a minute.”

He lowers my jeans and kneels before me. My knees are kissed while his hands rise along the back of my legs, stimulating my entire body. He watches my face, working his sweet kisses to my underwear, tugging them down with his teeth.

“Tell me you want me.” He looks up, licking his lips, holding my ass in his hands.

“I do,” I whisper. “I love the way you make me feel. I want you.”

His tongue enters my pussy, slipping slowly in and out, forcing me to grip the counter.

“Oh, dear God.”

I rise to my tiptoes, watching our reflections in the mirror. The muscles in his neck relaxing, his head leaning to the left... then the right while his tongue follows suit. He slides up to my clit, circling it in deliberate, sweeping licks until I start to sway.

“Quinn... my legs... I’m gonna collapse, it feels so good.”

He doesn’t stop, moving so damn slow, covering my clit with his lips as his tongue tiptoes around my sensitive flesh—perfectly mind-blowing. I can’t stand it. My lower body accelerates with each caress while my brain turns to mush.

He removes his jeans and boxers while his mouth pleasures me, staying attentive the entire time.

I’m guided to the tub to sit and spread my legs—his tongue back inside, his nose warming my clit, and his strong hands possessing my hips.

“Your pussy’s so wet. You ready for me? You ready to fuck?”

“No, keep going.” I throw my head back, needing more. “Same speed,” I exhale. “Don’t stop until I cum. I’m close.”

He continues in delicate circles and broad strokes, quick to figure out where my best arousal spots are, staying on course until I start to whimper and he knows... he knows I’m reaching climax.

I’m lifted in a swift motion and carried to the bed, my legs spread as his stiff dick slides inside.

“Yes!” I moan.

His body collapses over mine with his hands to each side of my head.

“I want to feel it,” he says, ready for me to cum.

“Oh...” I push into him and he holds me close, not allowing any escape as I start to cum. “Oh!”

“I need to feel something good, something warm... something loving.”

“Quinn...”

“Shh, it’s here. You’re cumming... let it happen.”

My head rocks back and forth as my hands touch his face and chest, my legs becoming trapped by his muscular thighs.

“Yes,” he whispers in my ear. “That’s it, cum because I’m fucking you. Cum around my cock.”

Faint sounds escape from deep inside my throat. My body and face turn to stone. What’s he saying? What’s he saying? My ears feel full of cotton...

“That’s so amazing. So passionate...”

It can’t end... no, it’s fading. Come back. “Come back.”

“I’m here.”

“I want more.” I strain to see, my clit tingling and legs in a tremor. “More.”

He playfully seizes my mouth to suppress my cries, his tongue blanketing mine in an adoring motion.

That was fucking affectionate.

“Damn you for being such a prince.” I smile, stretching my arms high above my head, enjoying the last twinges in my pussy. “Again, please.”

He slides his hard dick further in and I shudder, grabbing his waist, realizing I’m way too aroused for him to move.

“Whoa, hold on. Wait.”

He pulls out and I scream.

“Wow! Wait!”

“More?” He grins.

“I’m not ready.”

“I swear I heard you say you wanted more.”

“One minute.”

“One minute and counting.”

He yanks the covers down and I crawl under, getting comfortable as he gets the plate of grapes, returning with a sinister expression.

He kisses me, a piece of purplish fruit sliding from his mouth to mine, juicy and sweet. He pops another in his mouth then bites one in half, sticking the pulpy side to the tip of his dick.

“While we’re waiting for you...” He looks down and raises a brow for me to come and play.

“With pleasure,” I say in a sexy voice, inching toward his twitching cock. I steal the grape from his head, holding it between my teeth before running the ripe pulp down his length. I put another in my mouth, squeezing the juice and coating his dick from top to bottom.

“Nice,” he says, reclining to his elbows. “Titillating, homemade grape lube. That must taste good.”

I grab his dick and give it a long, wet lick, stopping at the tip, happy to see him biting his bottom lip, excited for more.

“Delicious.”

He’s provoked with a flick over his crown, a quick circle, and a light smack to his balls.

“Uh!” He falls back and stares at the ceiling. “Suck it,” he says.

“Beg.”

“What?” He looks back up. “Beg? No, suck it.”

“Beg.”

“Never... just do it.”

He fidgets and I laugh.

“You’re evil,” he says. “I love it. Now give me head.”

“You’re such a guy.”

“That’s ri— uh!”

I take his entire cock deep inside my mouth, hitting the back of my throat while my tongue flutters along his engorged flesh, swiping a throbbing vein on my way out. I do it again, and he clutches my hair, a third time, and he kicks his feet.

“Good?”

“Not enough.”

“Beg.”

“No way. I’m your man and you have to suck it,” he teases.

“Quinn?”

“Yeah, beautiful.”

“Look at me.”

He rises, stopping an inch from my face. His warm breath entering my mouth as we kiss. I rest my hands on his chest, pausing with a turn of my head until he’s paying close attention.

“Get ready, because I’m going to do nasty, nasty things to you. When I finish, you’ll be cross-eyed.” I shove him to the bed and he smiles, covering his chest with one arm and placing the other behind his head.

“Shit, then do them.”

My fingers slither down his abs to his balls, taking a leisure walk up his shaft to the end. “I’ll start by wrapping my hands and tongue around your cock, then my pussy will be around you next.”

“Mmm.”

I take a grape and pretend to insert it in his ass, putting my pinky finger in instead, and twisting it on the way out.

“Jesus, that’s not what you said...” He starts to sit up and I push him back. “I hope you can get that out.”

“Silence,” I scold, holding the grape in the air.

“Fuck.”

“No fucking. You have to wait.” I play, enjoying his laughter.

“I never have fun like this. It’s terrific.”

I cover him with the sheet and disappear underneath, lowering to his erection. I’m frisky and open with him, not ashamed of my chest or bothered that we haven’t showered. I just want to be with him, no matter what.

“That’s good... fuck, that’s good.” His stomach muscles tighten and a quick burst of air rushes from his mouth. I snake my way up his wide length as he rakes his hand through my hair, guiding me to take him in—deeper and deeper he wants me—his dick barely fitting inside my mouth. My jaw starts to ache and his massive size gags me with every dip of my head.

He’s excited, shifting his hips as I draw his skin upward with my constricted mouth.

“I’m so lucky,” he whispers.

“Not yet, but you will be.” I go lower and take his balls in my mouth, sucking them while stroking his slick cock in my hand.

“Hell, I can’t handle this.”

He pulls back t
he sheet and hauls me close, kissing and caressing my breasts while nudging between my legs.

“I want to taste your cum,” I say. “I’m not finished.”

“That’s fucking incredible, but I’m not losing control.”

“I’ll go slow.” I lower my head and he pulls me back up.

“Addie.” His lips are swollen in arousal, glistening in the dim light. “I’m gonna make you mine tonight. I’m dominating. I’m gonna fuck you. Not in an hour. Not in a few minutes. Right fucking now.”

His eyes narrow as he brushes his cock over my opening, pushing into me, slowly, until I’m completely stretched and filled with him.

“God, that’s
exactly
what I need.”

“I said you were in trouble and I meant it.”

He grips my neck and rises over top of me with a quick thrust.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” His dick drives hard as his heated words and erratic breaths erupt into the room. He doesn’t hold back, securing my wrists and giving me an extraordinary fuck.

“I know you love it when I fuck your tight pussy... you’re so ready to cum for me again. I can feel it.”

I’m flipped on my stomach and taken from behind, his two fingers rubbing my clit.

“You’re gonna cum and scream for me. Call out my name.”

“Yes!”

“Say it.” He grabs my hair and yanks it back. “Say it.”

“Quinn!”

“That’s my girl... I know you can’t wait. Call out my name when you cum.”

The covers entwine with our legs as he rides over me, the bed moving with each thrust, his cock gaining fierce speed.

“I never thought it’d be like this... keep talking,” I demand.

“Tell me you love this sort of play.”

“I do. I love it!”

“Say my name again.”

“Quinn!”

“Fuck, I need you. I want to be inside you every day. Every fucking day.”

My head turns and our lips meet, our venomous tongues twisting poisonous love into each other’s mouths.

His body slides brutishly over mine—my neck, ears, and shoulders grabbed and bitten—his back grazed when I try to reach him.