Page 58 of The Fire We Crave

“Yeah? You understand that your dirty actions are driving me wild?”

I nod again. God, this is what I wanted. For it all to feel too much, too embarrassing, too humiliating.

So, I break the rules. I dip my finger between my lips, inserting it all the way to the knuckle. “Oh,” I gasp as the heel of my hand falls to the right place to grind against it.

“Quinn,” Smoke snaps. “Did I say you could do that?”

I slide my finger out. “You didn’t.”

His eyes are so dark, I can barely see his irises. “Say, ‘Sorry, Smoke, for fucking myself without your permission.’”

More heat floods my cheeks. “I’m sorry, Smoke, for…fucking myself”—I take a deep breath—“without your permission.”

He nods, then screws up his face and winces. It’s like he remembered who I am and who he is. “Fuck,” he curses. “Takeyour fingers out of your panties and get into the shower. Next time you want an orgasm in this house, you come see me and ask.”

My body cries out in need. “Smoke, please will you give me an orgasm?”

He shakes his head. “No. Your punishment for the rest of the night for not getting permission is to remember how close you got.”

With that, the door slams.

17

SMOKE

I’m a hypocrite.

But even the thought of that doesn’t detract from how good it feels to be stroking my cock as I stand in my garage and jerk off with my back against the wall.

The shower would have been a better place to do it, but I needed to get out of the house before I did somethingreckless, like climb between Quinn’s legs and bury my cock so deep, she could almost taste it.

Not that telling her to come find me if she wanted an orgasm of her own wasn’t reckless. Or standing there instructing her wasn’t reckless.

Would I take any of it back?

I look down at the way my cock is leaking like a faucet.

Nope.

I fucking wouldn’t.

Because watching Quinn lie back on my spare bed, legs spread, while she fucked her own hand, was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

I smear some of the pre-cum down my length, easing my glide.

The wet stain on her panties was hot as fuck.

The way those luscious lips of hers were open as she gasped. Also, hot as fuck.

Wonder what she was thinking about that got her so fucking aroused, she couldn’t wait to run to the bedroom and jerk off.

The feeling that it was me is complicated.

What straight man wouldn’t want a hot woman fucking herself as she thought about him? But also, it’s Quinn. Could I handle the fact if it was me she was thinking about?

Put your hand back, Quinn. Show me what you were doing.

And she did. Even though I could see the turmoil in those wide eyes of hers, she did it because I told her to.

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