Page 20 of Always and Forever

Hawke takes a steady breath, picks up Lu’s bag, and nods before he pushes past me and follows Lu.

I sigh and turn to face Quill, who’s smirking. “You think this is funny? The man has to get his shit together, he’s hurting my girl,” I cry.

“Babe!” Quill states, stepping closer to me.

“Don’t babe me, it’s true.” I blow my hair out of my face as I exhale.

Quill drops my bags and wraps me in his arms. “Now, you know it’s not good getting yourself all worked up, for the baby. They’ll work it out, they love each other.”

I rest my forehead against his chest and hug him to me. “You’re right, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“Hormones.”

I snap my head up to meet his gaze. “Hormones?” I repeat, frowning.

“Yes, baby. I read about women getting pregnant, and how their hormones are all over the place. You’re in your last trimester, so it’s the hardest.”

I raise my eyebrows at him, stunned. “You read? What do you mean? When? Where?”

“So many questions,” he replies, leaning in and kissing my forehead.

He lets go of me and leans into the back of the car, pulling something out.

“Baby, you forget something?”

I frown. “Forgot what?”

“This.” I watch as Quill brings forward my cut. It says Property of Quill. I smile.

“I forgot about that.” I turn around, letting him place it over my shoulders. I run my hands down the black leather, and notice new stitching on the cut: Prez’s Old Lady.

“I love it!” I turn back to face him, and he grasps my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. I have to step onto my tiptoes to reach him.

When he pulls back, he says, “Baby, this fucking dress is doing things to me, feel how hard you make me.” Quill rubs his erect cock against me, and I feel the hardness on my thigh.

“This thing?” I stare down at the white summer dress I’m wearing. It’s made of linen and sits just above my knee. “If it’s any consolation, my panties have been wet since I eyed you this morning.”

Quill eyes widen, and before I can say another word I’m lifted off the floor and my legs are draped around his waist. I laugh so hard when I see the look of determination in his eyes, as he begins to rush through the clubhouse, to the back hallway leading to his room. “What about my bags,” I say laughing.

“Gunner,” Quill growls.

Gunner turns around to face us from the bar. “Yeah, Prez?”

“Get my woman’s bags from outside, will ya?” Quill orders, and his eyes don’t leave mine as he pushes through other club members on the way to his room.

Once we’re inside he kicks the door shut with his foot, and then gently places me up against the wall, rubbing his hard cock against my centre. I moan, and hit my head back against the wall. Quill kisses my neck, and licks a path to the arch of my breasts, peeking out from my white lace bra. Since I’ve been pregnant they’ve grown so much, and Quill loves it.

“Fuck, baby, I want you so bad,” Quill grunts against my neck. I run my hands through his hair, forcing his lips closer to my sensitive skin. Not able to keep my mouth away from his any longer, I pull at his hair and bring his mouth back to mine, crushing our lips together. We are all tongue and teeth, pure hunger driving us to get as close as we can to each other. I taste something like copper in my mouth from the intensity of our kisses, but I don’t care. I want him; I can’t get close enough to him.

Quill travels his hand inside my top, releasing one of my breasts from my bra. He leaves my lips and I protest, but I’m soon moaning when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, while massaging around it with his big strong hand. Continuing to devour my breasts, he carries me to the bed and lays me gently on my back. He stands up and shrugs his cut off, then lifts his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. His abs flex as he takes in deep breaths. Next he unbuttons his jeans, but leaves them on as he removes my sandals from my feet. I raise one naked foot and rest it on his chest. “You’re so beautiful, Jasmine. I will never get enough of you.”

Smiling, I reply, “You sure you won’t get sick of me?”

“Never,” he replies, then removes my foot from his body, stepping between my thighs. Lifting my dress up to my waist, he reveals my white lace G-string. My eyes are focused on his happy trail, which leads beneath his jeans to a place I know can give me what I want. His cock is visibly hard, and I ache to have him inside of me.

He runs his hands up my thighs and murmurs, “Open wide for me, baby.” Doing as he asks, I open my thighs wide for him, letting my knees touch the mattress either side. He places his palm beneath the scrap of material covering my pussy and cups me, then rubs the heel of his hand on my clit. I arch my body off the bed, raising my pelvis into his touch. Wetness pools between my legs.

“Quill! Oh God, I need more.”

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