Page 33 of Firecracker

Yep, more tears. Fuck. By the time we pull into the clubhouse, my makeup is gone, but I’ve stopped crying. I’m on cloud nine about the job and all the possibilities it would bring Isabella and me.

We pull into an underground parking garage where there are rows and rows of motorcycles parked near the double doors. At least I know now where they keep their bikes. I guess since it’s winter they don’t ride them too much. We pull toward the back of the garage and park next to a loading zone with an elevator where a few prospects are hanging out. They see Ginger and hurry to help unload everything. I found out earlier that Gus is a prospect and not a member yet.

This place is like a hotel even though Quick said it used to be a dealership. This elevator feels like a service elevator, opening to a huge kitchen. “Jesus, this place is huge.”

“Yeah, I love it. Before it was a dump and not well taken care of, but we have busted our asses making it what we want.” Ginger gleams with pride.

We walk through double doors that open up near the long bar. Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t see them the other night. The place is starting to fill up with bikers. Ginger yells when she sees a group of people. I realize all my makeup is probably smeared everywhere, so I excuse myself to the bathroom. Knowing from the night before where it is, I head through the crowd of bikers.

I’m almost to the bathroom door when I hear, “Firecracker. you ready for your dance tonight?” I look up to see Mac, Dallas, and Quick coming out of the office. I smile trying to hide my reaction to seeing Quick. I’m nervous he’s mad at me, but I stop in front of the bathroom door and decide to throw them some sass.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

The three of them stroll up to me, seeing my face all of their appearances change to defensive. “Why have you been crying?” Quick demands.

Shit. I probably look a mess. I grab my face and rub under my eyes. “I was crying with the girls. It was a happy cry.” I giggle embarrassed. “I was just heading to the bathroom to clean up.”

Quick steps closer. “Why don’t you come with me and you can get cleaned up.”

“Thank you, but the girls are waiting for me. We’re going to head up to Shy’s suite and get ready for the night once we finish setting up the food,” I reply with a smile.

“I was going to ask if that was what you were going to wear tonight,” Dallas jokes.

“Ha-ha. Funny Dallas.” I laugh.

Quick gives them a look, and they both say they’ll see me later, leaving us alone. Great, just what I needed. He looks pissed off, and I don’t want him mad at me, so I smile and ask him how his day was, like a dumb ass.

He crossed his arms over his chest showing off his biceps. He’s wearing a white t-shirt under his MC leather vest that reads Road Captain. Fuck, he looks good. His hair is damp hanging down loose around his face, and goatee is freshly trimmed. “I was worried about you this morning when I woke up to an empty bed. I looked all over for you. I texted Iz asking about you.” His voice coming off smooth and calm.

I lean against the door frame. “Yeah, she told me. I’m sorry I left. I just know you don’t do overnights and I didn’t want it to be-”

“What the fuck? That’s why you left?” He cuts me off. “I wouldn’t have brought you up to my bedroom if I didn’t want you to stay with me. I would have taken you to one of these rooms and stayed with you if I didn’t want you. I told you that.”

“Um, no, you didn’t. You told me you don’t do overnights and you have never brought anyone up there, but it’s only a few months since you’ve moved in,” I snap back.

Quick’s face reddens, closing the distance, he pins me to the wall. “I told you, that’s what I do with the other women. I thought telling you would make you feel special, knowing I don’t bring anyone up to my room. You’re different. I want you in my bed all night,” he grits through a clenched jaw.

Jesus, my body is on fire with him being this close to me. I want to touch him so bad. I bite my lower lip, closing my eyes, taking a deep breath. Hold it together.

“If you don’t want me, just say it,” he drawls sexily. Knowing damn well what he’s doing to my body. I place my hands on his chest under his vest. A hiss escapes his mouth. “Fuck baby. Come upstairs with me. I need to get my fix. You make me fucking crazy.”

Quick leans down kissing my neck pressing his erection into my body. I moan, gripping his shirt. “I can’t. I need to get cleaned up and help the girls,” I whine.

Quick bends down grabbing the globes of my ass picking me up. As I wrap my legs around his waist, he pushes the bathroom door open. Once it swings shut, he slams me up against it, locking it.

“I need to be inside of you,” he groans into my ear sucking my earlobe.

“Fuck,” I moan.

Quick crashes his lips to mine, assaulting my mouth with his tongue. Pinning me up against the door with his body, he slides a hand down unzipping his pants before grabbing my leggings. He almost rips them as he stretches them down over my ass as far as he can, far enough that he can slip fingers into my wet pussy. “Jesus Christ. All I could do today is think of this tight little cunt of yours.”

A foil wrapper falls to the ground seconds before he slams hard into me with a long throaty groan. My head hits the door with force the first couple thrusts.

“Fuck yes! Harder,” I beg.

Quick grips my ass cheeks so hard that his fingernails dig into my skin when he starts hammering up into me faster.

“Firecracker. I need to hear you, baby,” he grunts.

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