Page 87 of Broken Dreams

“All I hear is words,” I say, delirious from the pheromones in the air. I’d usually have a flash of anxiety or fear that I’d said the wrong thing, but I’m thoroughly lost to the sensations of Quinn wrapped around my cock. Fuck, she’s going to kill me.

We haven’t really had sex together even though no one is telling us we can’t. No reason why, and I think we’ll be doing it more often now. I'm addicted. Life is too short to hold back.

This thought may even include the alphas watching us as if it’s more important than their next breath.

Quinn’s fingers slide through my hair, holding on for dear life as I pound up into her sweetness. Her gasps and moans fill the vehicle, driving me crazy as I tell her how amazing she is.

“You’re a shivering mess, baby,” I rasp. “Your cream is drowning my balls.”

“Fuck,” Callum nearly whimpers.

“I might come in my pants. Please, no one judge me,” Duncan mutters.

I’m too far gone to judge anyone right now. I’m focused on making Quinn come, and I can feel the walls of her pussy begin to tighten and tremble as she begins to let go.

“Linus,” she breathes, her fingers pulling so much on my hair, I may lose some. It’ll be fucking worth it to make her world explode in the best of ways.

“You’re right there,” I remind her. “Just let go for me. Squirt all over my dick. Show me how much you own it.”

Whining, I feel her body get stiffer as I rub her clit without pause. She can’t go anywhere. She’s trapped on top of me. The only release she’s allowed is when she gives me hers. Quinn shudders as she screams without sound, her cunt tightening around me so firmly, it feels as if she’s trying to remove it from my body.

She pulls me over the edge with a yell as I pump my cum deep into her wet cunt, my vision whiting out as I give her everything I have. Afterward, I hold her tight as we both slowly flutter back to earth. Callum and Duncan both watch us, though they shift uncomfortably, and the scent of rum and coconut is thick in the air.

Did they really?—?

“There’s a load of cum in my boxers,” Callum groans, wincing as he turns in his seat to look down at his cock. He looks like it betrayed him, and it’s hysterical.

“I know we share a lot, but I wish we weren’t both enjoying a load of cum in our boxers,” Duncan mutters.

“Did you pack the scent blocking panties?” I ask in Quinn’s ear.

Still breathing heavily, she nods, not making an effort to move.

“You stay right there till you’re ready,” Callum says, getting the SUV in gear. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late. The two of you together are incredible. I’m going to keep that in my spank bank forever.”

Smirking at each other, Quinn and I snuggle together until I’m ready to let her go to get dressed. I have to say, this is the start to a fantastic work shift.

CHAPTER 18

QUINN

Scent dampening and slick wicking panties are worth every fucking penny! I’m not embarrassed about sex, but I figure smelling as if you’ve been freshly fucked probably isn’t a great first impression. On the other hand, my alphas both came in their pants, so this may all be a lost cause.

Cerenity smirked when she saw the four of us, and took the reins by shooing off the alphas and introducing Linus and I to the guards who will walk us to our marks. This is where we’ll get into our cage. We both have our own guard just in case, as she says it should be a busy night. She also handed me my mini tablet to communicate at work, and my heart soared at the idea of someone who actually cares if I could speak to people my way or not.

Next, she showed us where to change. There are several rooms in the back instead of a single large one, which surprised me.

“Privacy is important to a lot of people,” Linus reminds me softly as we slip inside of a room to change, duffle bag in hand. I nod because while I understand that, it’s not something either one of us have been afforded in a long time.

Putting the bag down on a chair, Linus opens it up so we can begin to change. We don’t need chatter, and the silence helps put me in the right frame of mind to dance tonight.

The clothes I bought to work in are comfortable, and so different from the usual fare I’d worn for Slick Dreams. There’s a built in bra in the mesh bodysuit I’m wearing tonight, and it fits well. I feel sexy, but still covered, as I sit down after slipping on the shorts to begin fixing my hair. There’s so many differences between the two places of business, like the fact that I actually get paid here, I may as well stop listing them. Club Serenity is already a superior workplace compared to anything else I’ve experienced.

Making a face at my hair as I pull out my revitalizing spray and plug in my curling iron, I decide this may take some work to fix. I may have messed up my curls while I was getting fucked. Lips pursed, I spritz, scrunch, and curl as Linus pulls out my makeup bag and places it on the table.

“I got your hair, Quinn,” he murmurs, taking the curling iron gently. “It’ll soothe my nerves.”

I guess we’re both nervous, and I sigh as I sort through my makeup. A door opens sharply even though I watched Linus close it. A girl with a slicked back ponytail, wearing the same uniform as me walks into the room as if she owns it, a snarl on her lips.

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