Page 58 of Firecracker

Chapter Seventeen

We’ve all returned to the clubhouse after Ginger finished her set at the club. The rest of the night was pure bliss, like something out of a movie. I’m so scared that tomorrow when I get on that plane this will all be just a dream. The life that I’ve always wanted at my fingertips.

I look over to see Ginger dancing in front of Shy seductively. There’re about fifteen or so hanging out on the second floor listening to music. Mac and Dallas arrived with about five girls from the White Wolf. Two of the girls are on the stage dancing around giving the boys a show. Maze is sitting on a member name Tiny’s lap while the rest of us are lounging on couches. The men are relaxed being back at the club. Izzy, Gus, Quick, and myself are on one big couch while Shy and Ginger are in a wide lounge chair.

I feel like I belong here and my heart hurts for tomorrow. I snuggle deeper into Quick, who has his arm around me. My heels are off and I’m curled up with my legs under me as I lean into Quick. Gus and Izzy seem to be arguing over her coming to LA with me. I told her she doesn’t have to come, but she told Luc she was going but will be back before her show Thursday, giving her three days to help me. She told Gus on the way home that she was going, and he isn’t too happy. The boys seem to think they should be able to come too. Gus’s using the bodyguard card, but I think it’s making it worse since she feels they are more. They really need to figure their shit out. It’s confusing as all hell to everyone else around.

“Firecracker, you almost ready to head upstairs? I’ve shared you long enough. I need my time with you,” Quick murmurs into my ear sending an electric charge straight to my core.

I nod my head with an, “Uh-huh.”

Quick’s swift movement has me up in his arms holding my heels as he announces we’re headed to bed. I wrap my arms around his neck, saying my goodbyes to everyone. Our plan is to all have lunch together before we head to the airport.

Once we’re in the elevator, Quick shifts me so I’m straddling him with my legs wrapped around his waist. He grips my ass pinning me against the elevator wall. “Goddamn, I’ve been wanting to be alone with you all fucking day. That quickie at the club only made me want you more,” Quick says before kissing me. The elevator door dings, breaking our kiss.

Quick places me on my feet inside his door, locking it behind him. I’m about to take my dress off when Quick says huskily, “Don’t move. Don’t take anything off. Just stand there.”

I freeze from taking my dress off but turn to face him as he takes his shirt off. The light in the room is dim giving it a romantic setting. My pussy pulses like a cry for help. I shift from one foot to another trying to help relieve some pressure, feeling wetness between my thighs. Quick never gave me my panties back from the bathroom, leaving me pantiless. He’s been torturing me with a swipe of his fingers over my clit throughout the night while no one was watching. Keeping me aroused and wet all night. Now I’m just dripping with need.

Quick strips his clothes while watching me stand there getting aroused. I lick my lips biting down, feeling the pain as pleasurable.

“Close your eyes,” he says in a commanding voice.

I do as he says taking a deep breath. I feel Quick’s fingertips graze over my chest shifting my hair back over my shoulders exposing my neck. He leans in placing butterfly kisses along my collarbone and up my neck. I moan feeling my body shiver.

Quick grabs the hem of my dress, lifting it up over my head. “I want to cherish every inch of you tonight. I want to memorize every crevice of your beautiful body.” He breathes against my skin as his fingers caress along my body.

“Yes,” I say in a whisper.

Unclasping my bra, Quick slowly slips each strap off my shoulders one shoulder at a time. “I want you to know how much I want you and how special you are to me,” he says inches away from my ear sending a heat wave over my body.

Gripping my hips, Quick guides me to the bed positioning me on my back before placing himself between my legs. Starting with my neck, Quick licks, sucks, and kisses, moving slowly down my body. Capturing each nipple torturing each one, I moan my approval, lifting my back off the bed. Quick glides his fingers up and down my stomach and back to my core.

“Please. Fuck me,” I whine desperately.

He releases my breast with a pop. “I’ve been dying to do something with you. It goes against my number one rule, but you’re special. I need to know before you leave.”

Right now, I would agree to anything he asked of me just as long as he let me climax. “Hmmm? What?”

Quick stops touching me as he moves to lay next to me, I open my eyes, desperate for his touch. Quick stares down at me as he cups my cheek. “I want to take you bare. I want to mark you in every way I can before you leave. I want to feel your skin against my skin. Your pussy’s so hot that I want to feel it smolder around my cock.”

I turn my body, so we’re facing each other. I lay there for a second looking into his eyes, seeing the desire and passion he has for me. I nod my head. “Okay.”

Quick’s face breaks out into a huge smile. “Are you protected?” Quick asks eagerly.

I nod my head again. “I haven’t been with anyone since Brody which was right after the incident. I was checked twice since then. I’ve only been with Brody and well Sam, but he wore a condom and now you,” I explain.

Quick groans. “Jesus Christ. I want you so fucking bad.”

Quick grabs my waist pulling me closer, kissing me deep with long strokes. I get a burst of courage and push Quick to his back, straddling him. My hair falls forward covering both of us, so I break the kiss, raising up, reaching between us and positioning his cock at my entrance.

“Ride me, Firecracker.” He grins, biting his lip as he slides his hands up my thighs, waiting for me to descend. Feeling the warmth of his cock has my pussy spasming. I slowly work my way down only to pump up a bit, lubing his cock as I seat myself upon him. “Fuck. Ruby,” Quick grits out watching me smother his dick. We’re both panting.

“Fuck you need to move, or I’m going to come real fast. Goddamn, your pussy feels fucking good wrapped around my cock.” Quick grabs my hips moving me forward and back, so I lift up and slam down hard against him.

We both cry out, “Fuck yeah.”

My God he feels so fucking good.

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