Page 60 of Firecracker

Chapter Eighteen

“What’s wrong with you? Are you hungover?” Izzy asks when she approaches me sitting at the bar downstairs.

I peer at her from over my coffee mug. “I’m tired as fuck, and I can’t move,” I grumble.

Maze laughs from across the bar. “She barely made it to the bar stool. Quick had to help her.”

“Seriously? What did he do to you?” Izzy laughs.

I place my head on the bar. “Let’s just say he made sure to touch every inch of my body and leave plenty of marks on me.”

“Shut the fuck up? Let me see,” Izzy demands, standing up moving next to me, pulling my head off the bar evaluating me. “Oh. My. God.” She’s shocked when she sees all the hickeys across my chest and neck.

“Where is Quick?” she asks, looking around trying to hide her amusement.

I point over my shoulder to the end of the hall. “Meeting with Shy.”

“Are you mad?” Izzy is trying to be concerned but is failing horribly.

I smile for the first time. “No, it was the best night of my life, but if I don’t have sex for a month, I think I’ll be okay.”

“Well, I’m sure that’s what he was going for.” She laughs, sitting back down. “But damn those hickeys could of been a bit lower. There is no hiding those bad boys.”

Quick did what he promised last night and explored every inch of my body. Fucking and sucking every entrance my body allowed. He devoured me like a crazed man obsessed, with all the positions he put me in last night and again this morning in the shower.

My pussy was so raw and swollen that he could only take me from behind this morning in the shower. Before we got dressed, he sucked my pussy one last time to say his goodbye.

I’ve never, even on drugs, had that many orgasms. He was like a cat in heat with his cock never going soft longer than a few minutes before he wanted more. He was insatiable, only sleeping in small increments before pouncing on me again. He even fell asleep inside me a couple times. It was the best night of my life.

“He went a little crazy in the shower this morning with sucking,” I explain with a smile remembering.

Both girls say in unison with a laugh, “I bet he did.”

As the men start to emerge from the clubroom Ginger and Izzy watched as Quick strode toward us.

“He doesn’t look hurt like you do, Rube,” Izzy states loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Wait ‘til you see his neck,” Dallas bellows from behind Quick.

Quick flips everyone off laughing. As I turn around on my stool, I smile, feeling all warm inside as he stalks toward me.

“Jesus Christ! Quick, we might need to fucking rename you to Hoover. Fuck, did you mark her enough? Everyone will know she was fucked good last night,” Mac says standing next to me looking at all the hickeys on my neck.

“I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t forget me. Fucked her so hard she won’t need any sex for a few weeks before I can come see her.” Quick leans down kissing me. “Right, Firecracker?”

But before I can say anything, Izzy leans in close to us. “You’re planning on going to visit her soon?”

We both look over to Izzy and nod our heads.

“Fuck yeah. I won’t be able to stay away more than a week - two at the most. Before I will need my fix,” Quick states with a chuckle.

I hope he does, but I’m not holding my breath. I’m still in a happy bubble from last night, and anything sounds good right now, but tomorrow is a different day.

We’ll see if he still remembers me.

Izzy stands up. “Okay, let's go try to cover up some of these marks before we go into public.”

Everyone laughs as they see me try to stand up and move to the bathroom. My body isn’t working. It hurts everywhere.

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