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I roll my eyes and slide my hands over Quincy’s hips. “He got stuck signing autographs for his newfound fan club.”
“Can you help?” Quincy mumbles against Ridge’s shirt. “I got all melty and everything seems like hard work.”
Leaning over her shoulder, I intend to peck a quick kiss on her lips…
Only my nostrils flare, breathing in the change to her scent.
I rear back before I can stop myself, and Ridge notices, even if Quincy does not.
They’re bonded.
Was Keir stalling me to give Ridge the opportunity to bite Quincy without my interference? That must have been the goal because his pep talk is a moot point.
I won’t be able to harm Ridge without it filtering through the bond to Quincy.
Goddammit.
I’m going to have to find creative ways to torment him that don’t include physical pain or actual death. “Here, lovely, allow me to help since Ridge is useless at the moment.”
“We are going to teach you some manners if it kills me.” Quincy groans. “Don’t listen to him, Ridge. You’re far from useless.”
Ridge smirks. “Are you sure you aren’t ready to go home? We can continue this with a lot more space.”
My hand twitches as I barely hold myself back from reaching around Quincy to jab him in his bullet wound.
“Just let me come one more time,” she says, nodding. “Maybe twice.”
This isnotabout Ridge or that shitty little smile tipping at his lips.
Thisisabout proving that I will provide whatever Quincy needs, even if I would much rather add several additional bullet holes to Ridge’s person.
“How about you spin to face me?” I murmur, teasing my hand down her spine. “That helped the other night. I’ll simply play Hartley’s role this time.”
“Okay,” she mumbles.
I stand and wrap my arms under hers, lifting her.
Ridge glares, but I ignore him, placing her on her feet and spinning her around. Once she faces me, I help her out of her destroyed panties and shove them into my pocket. After that’s complete, I pick her up and assist as she gets situated with her back to Ridge’s chest.
I want to be annoyed that he didn’t even have the decency to get her fully undressed, but I suppose under the circumstances, that’s a good thing. If anyone who is not Hartley walks through that door, I will have to remove their eyes from their sockets.
Quincy leans with her head against Ridge’s good shoulder, but I know any time she moves, it has to hurt like a son of a bitch.
It serves him right.
I wanted the first bond.
Quincy’s dress is once again trapped around her hips, and she stretches her arms down to guide his cock to her opening.
“Congratulations on your bond.” I take the opportunity while she’s distracted to jab my finger against Ridge’s shoulder. I avoidthe exact location of the bullet wound, but he deserves a little suffering.
Quincy sinks down on his length with perfect timing to explain away his hiss.
Oh, would you look at that…
It’s my turn to sport a bemused smile.
Seeing his cum spill out as she rises and falls on her knees is strangely erotic. Possibly because it’s easy to imagine myself in his position.
