Page 80 of The Fire We Crave

But it all fades into absolutely nothing when Quinn looks over her shoulder at me.

The age difference disappears. Her sister disappears. The club and its inherent dangers disappear. And a fire with lost brothers disappears.

Because all I can see is this woman. And who we could be together if I could just figure out my shit and decide finally that it’s okay to want this.

If I could let go of the fact my mother’s mental health was complicated for all of us and admit it’s possible to love someone else in sickness and in health without dragging them down with you.

Because time and time again, Quinn meets me where I am.

And I’mstillunsure.

I lower over her, and even though raw heat stabs through my scars as I flex, I drop a kiss to her spine. “You’re perfect, sugar,” I reassure.

“Really?”

Those eyes of hers are gonna kill me. I want to take the uncertainty out of them and make it my job to ensure she doesn’t feel that way forever.

“Yeah. Gonna last two minutes because you feel so good.”

I begin to thrust into her. My full length, so I can feel her along every inch of me.

“Put your forehead on the mattress,” I say.

Something relaxes in my chest when she does as I say. Her asshole is presented to me better this way, and I wonder if she’ll let me use a butt plug on her at some point. It’d look really pretty with a little jewel or a monogrammed base with my initials on it.

Maybe I’ll buy it for her as a gift.

I let my thumb sit where we’re joined until it’s wet enough for what I need.

When I place my thumb over the puckered hole, it quivers, but she doesn’t pull away. I smear some of her juices over it, around it, before edging the tip of my thumb through the tight ring.

My cock jerks inside her as I press. I can feel myself slide into her.

I push in, up to my first knuckle.

“Smoke.” Her voice is hoarse.

“It’s okay, sweet thing. I’m not going any farther today.”

She’s gonna need training for anything bigger, because she’s already squeezing the shit out of my thumb.

I tip my head back, and my whole body strains. The pain is shifting from bearable to something headier and darker. It’s tipping me into the headspace I needed when Quinn first woke me.

A mash up of sex and pain that helps me escape. That takes me away from the realities of what happened. That gives me the release I need, while reminding me there will always be a price for my happiness from here on out.

Quinn moves, a slow back and forth, and I stop moving my hips to let her fuck me.

“You want another orgasm, sweet thing?”

“Won’t happen,” she says on a gasp. “But it feels good.”

I watch my cock disappear inside her as she moves.

Bizarrely, I already feel calm.

Maybe it’s just being around Quinn.

Maybe it’s giving her what she needed before seeking my own.

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