Page 65 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“No, babe. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.” He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead, then took my hand and led me into the bathroom. My heart swelled when I saw that the tub was full of bubbly water and there were candles strategically placed along the tub and countertop. “Wine or one of those spritzer things you like?”

“Wine would be perfect.”

“You got it.” I got undressed, and just as I was getting into the tub, Quinton returned with my wine. He placed it on the edge of the tub, then smiled and said, “Holler if you need me.”

“Um-hmm.”

I closed my eyes and sank into the hot water, and it wasn’t long before my mind started to drift. I started thinking about my life and the choices I’d made. I couldn’t deny that there were things that hadn’t played out the way I’d hoped. I’d accepted that, and I’d also accepted the role I’d played in it. I was still battling my regrets over getting involved with James, but I was coming to terms with some things.

I’d had a hard time not blaming myself for the abuse, but little by little, day by day, I was learning that I was wrong. James and my father were the only ones to blame for what they’d done. I wouldn’t have been able to come to that realization if I hadn’t had the opportunity to be around couples like MJ and Smokey and Cotton and Cass.

But it wasn’t just them.

It was all the Fury couples.

Watching each of them interact with one another had been a real eye-opening experience. They weren’t all bubbly-sweet. In fact, some of the women had no qualms about pushing whatever button they felt needed to be pushed, but at the same time, I could see that they shared a level of respect. And I had no doubt it was the same behind closed doors.

I’d always wanted that kind of relationship.

And as I soaked there in the bubble bath Quinton had made for me, I knew I was on my way to finally having it.

Q

There was nothing better than watching my girl come undone.

It was that thought that had me waking her up at the crack of dawn.

I’d planned on letting her sleep late, but after seeing how beautiful she looked lying in my bed, there was no way I could resist having her.

Jules was close, and after just a few more moments, her body grew rigid with her release. Seeing that satisfied look on her face made it impossible to wait a moment longer. I had to be inside her. I reached into the drawer beside the bed for a condom, and as I began to rip it open, she took it from my hand. “Wait.“

A mischievous look crossed her face as she bit her lip and slowly positioned herself at my hips. Her greedy eyes fixed on my throbbing cock as her fingers wrapped around me. The moment her tongue swirled around the head, I was lost.

“Damn, woman,” I groaned. “You’re killing me.”

Her lips curled into a smile as she started slowly moving her hand up and down my hard shaft, gradually tightening her fingers around me. My hands dropped to her head, tangling in her long hair, as she opened her mouth wider, taking me deep. Her mouth felt so fucking good around my cock.

Too good.

After just a few flicks of her tongue, I was close to the edge and growing closer by the second. I was already struggling when she quickened her pace, and I nearly lost it. Her warm, wet mouth was driving me wild, but I wanted more.

I slipped my hands under her arms, pulled her forward, then quickly rolled us over. Looking down at her beautiful yet confused face, I growled, “Your mouth is incredible, but I need to be inside you.Now.”

Jules didn’t protest.

She wanted my cock just as much as I wanted to give it to her.

And I gave it to her. Hell, I gave it to her for half the morning—much longer than I’d intended. Guardrail wanted us to finish up the flooring on the coffee shop, so we could move on to the final reno on Monday. There was a lot that still needed to be finished, but he knew we were more than capable of getting it done.

But that meant us all being there on time and ready to work—which I wasn’t. When I finally rolled into the parking lot, it was after eight, and most of the guys were already inside working. Knowing I was already on the shitlist, I didn’t waste any time grabbing my stuff and heading inside.

I’d barely stepped through the door when I heard Rooster tease, “Well, there she is. Our little sleeping beauty has finally arrived.”

“Don’t start with me, brother.”

“Oh, and she’s grumpy, too.”

“Late night.” I dropped my stuff as I told him, “You know how it can be when your mom gets all needy and shit. No way you can tell her no.”

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