Page 88 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“Hell, yeah.”

His eyes danced with excitement as he lowered his lips to mine, kissing me with a passion I’d never known was possible. Our hunger for each other took over, causing the kiss to become wild and heated, and I found myself reaching for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head. Pleased that I’d changed my tone about messing around, he smiled and said, “Now, that’s more like it.”

I tossed his shirt to the floor, then lowered his jeans down his hips before giving him a gentle shove, pushing him down on the sofa. Seeing how unbelievably hot he looked had my entire body humming with anticipation. I quickly removed my top, and his eyes followed my hands as they lowered my pants down my legs. I felt the heat of his stare as his eyes slowly roamed over me, and a needful ache burned inside of me when he growled, “Holy hell, woman. You are absolutely stunning.”

“When you say it like that, I almost believe it.”

It was clear from the expression on his face that the news pleased him. I smiled as I stepped closer. I lowered myself down on the sofa, straddling him as he pulled me in for another kiss. He took my breasts in his hands, gently caressing each with the pad of his thumb. My head fell back as he raised his mouth to my nipple and began nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh, sending goosebumps all over my body.

The warmth of his breath caressed my skin when he whispered, “I love you, Jules. More than you could ever know.”

“And I love you, Quinton. More every minute.”

A low, agonizing growl vibrated through his chest when I rocked my hips forward, causing his erection to rake against my warm, wet center. I loved that I was having such an effect on him, and feeling like a powerful seductress, I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he dug his fingers into my flesh.

While I enjoyed seeing him respond to my touch, the anticipation of having him inside me had become too much to bear. I reached beneath me, taking his long, thick shaft in my hand, slowly stroking him up and down before positioning him at my entrance.

With one swift thrust, he slammed deep inside me, giving me every inch of his rock-hard cock. I stilled for a moment, trying to adjust to him before I started to move my hips again. I gasped when he shifted forward, finding that spot that made every nerve in me tingle. He placed his hands on my hips as I slowly began to move, groaning at the jolts of pleasure that shot through me.

Consumed with lust and emotion, I looked at him, and with my voice trembling, I whispered, “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”

“You’ve got me, baby.All of me.”

I lowered my mouth to his once more, and we spent the next hour making love. We probably would’ve kept at it even longer if Roscoe hadn’t decided to attack the Christmas tree. It started with a simple tug of an ornament and ended with the entire tree crashing down, trapping him beneath it. When he started to wail, I hopped off the sofa and slipped on my shirt.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Momma’s coming.”

We both rushed over to the corner of the room, and the second we lifted the tree, Roscoe came rushing out like something had bitten his backside. Quinton chuckled as he said, “Maybe now he’ll think twice before he fucks with the tree again.”

“I wouldn’t count on that.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He stepped over and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’d stay and help you clean this mess up, but I’ve gotta get to the clubhouse.”

“It’s fine. I’ve got it.”

While he went to finish getting ready, I put my clothes back on and got to work putting the Christmas tree back together. Thankfully, only a couple of the ornaments broke, and I was able to get everything back the way it was without any major issues. I was putting on the final touches when Quinton came into the living room, and I couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing his old boots.

He gave Roscoe a menacing glare as he growled, “You better leave my boots alone, or it’s gonna be your ass. You got that?”

Like he understood what he’d said, Roscoe lifted his head and barked.

“I think he gets it.”

“I certainly hope so.” Quinton stepped over to me and gave me another quick kiss before he said, “Don’t forget about the Christmas party tonight.”

“I haven’t.” I smiled as I told him, “Wren has already called to remind us that we’re supposed to be at the clubhouse at six. She also wanted me to remind you to bring your dirty Santa gift.”

I was with him when he ordered an awful pair of boxers with an image of his face plastered in the center, so I knew he was joking when he said, “I’m thinking Roscoe should be my gift.”

“Not a chance. Those awful boxers will have to suffice.”

“Those boxers are the shit, and you know it.”

“I’m sure they will be a huge hit tonight.” I shook my head and giggled as I told him, “Now, get out of here. You’re already late.”

“You’re right.” He bolted towards the door as he shouted, “Love ya, babe.”

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