As promised, Quill and Hawke pick up Luisa and I from the airport. As soon as Quill sees me walking out from the sliding doors, he picks me up and kisses me as if he hasn’t seen me for months, when it’s only been a day. But I don’t mind, I love it when he kisses me, not caring about where we are or who can see us. I think that’s what I love most about him, the fact that he takes what he wants, because if it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be married to the man today.
Driving to the clubhouse in the SUV, I look over my shoulder at Lu and Hawke and find them both staring out their windows. Hawke still hasn’t explained to Lu the full story behind him leaving the wedding early, all we know is that it has to do with his ex, Josie. Whatever it was she needed must have been important for Hawke to leave Lu behind
I feel warmth on my hand, and look down to find Quill’s wrapped in mine. “Fallin’” by Jessica Mauboy plays softly through the car’s stereo, and I catch Quill’s gaze as it travels from my eyes to my lips. Heat spreads through me and I bite down on my lip, wanting so desperately for him to take me here and now, but knowing at the same time how crazy that sounds. He’s so hot, the way his muscles flex as he grips the steering wheel, while his other hand is on me. He’s wearing a white wifebeater, his cut over the top of it. His ripped blue jeans reveal the tanned skin of his thighs, and I squeeze mine together to try and control the throbbing in my clit. How can this man make me crave him, just by looking at him? Quill’s mouth lifts in a smirk, obviously gauging my need for him. He brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses it, before nipping on my index finger. I lick my lips, and his eyes focus on my tongue’s movement. They’re crystal blue; I could get lost in those blue eyes.
“How you feeling?” Quill asks as his hand releases mine, only to travel over my stomach, making circles with his palm. “And how is my baby?”
I smile. His baby. I feel so protected and loved that butterflies erupt in my stomach. “We’re both good,” I reply as I cover his hand with mine and follow his movements.
We stop at a red light, and he leans in and kisses me briefly. “I want you so much,” he whispers against my lips, and my face heats up thinking Luisa or Hawke heard him. “Don’t worry, baby, I doubt they’re hearing any of this. Their minds are somewhere else.”
“I hate seeing them like this,” I admit quietly.
“I know. You just gotta trust that they’ll work it out. And they will.”
“How are you so sure?”
“Because, babe, I know my boy, he’ll soon fix this. He’s a good man.”
I look over my shoulder once again, still finding both of them staring out their windows. I lower my voice. “He’d better, because if he doesn’t, I’m going to kick him in his balls,” I say, smiling.
Quill’s eyebrows raise. “Baby, I ain’t ever gonna want to hear you talking about my brother’s balls.”
I laugh out loud as the scent of fresh soap and cologne hit my senses. Quill’s hair is still slightly wet from his shower, and I can smell his bodywash on him. His full lips lift in a smile, and I lean in and kiss them gently. “Oh, and Quill?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I want you too, so much.”
His eyes turn a darker shade of blue, and I can clearly see the pained expression now on his face. I smirk. “Fuck, Jazz. When you say shit like that, I could take you here and now.”
I’m about to reply when a horn sounds from behind us. “Fuck,” he grunts, and then he’s changing gears and taking off.
When we reach the clubhouse, I step out of the SUV and spy Luisa. “You okay,” I ask when I notice tears in her eyes. I travel my hand over her hair, and see Hawke and Quill removing our bags from the trunk not far away.
“I’m just peachy,” she replies sarcastically, and when Hawke comes around the front to us, she takes off walking at full speed.
Hawke drops her bags at his feet, and curses, “Fuck!” He runs his hand through his long hair, and I punch his shoulder hard.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“Because you’re an asshole, that’s why. You’re lucky I didn’t kick you in the balls.”
Hawke’s face turns soft, and I rest my hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes at him. I poke my finger at his chest, forcing him to move back. “Now you listen to me, Hawke. You fix this.”
“But, Jazzy—”
I stop him. “I don’t want to hear it. You’ve got a good woman there,” I say, pointing the same finger to where Luisa just walked through. “Now, I don’t care what your deal is, and why you upped and left my wedding, but I do care about her. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you, so now you go in there and talk to her and make things right. You got me, Hawke?”
I hear a chuckle behind me, and turn my angry eyes on Quill. “What are you laughing at?”
Quill doesn’t answer—he knows me too well by now—just raises his palms up at me in a plea, but I don’t miss the adoration in his expression. Damn him, why does he have to be so cute now?
I turn around to face Hawke again, who’s rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’ve tried, Jazz, but….”
“You haven’t tried hard enough. Now you get your ass in there, and fix this.”
Hawke takes a steady breath, picks up Lu’s bag, and nods before he pushes past me and follows Lu.
I sigh and turn to face Quill, who’s smirking. “You think this is funny? The man has to get his shit together, he’s hurting my girl,” I cry.
“Babe!” Quill states, stepping closer to me.
“Don’t babe me, it’s true.” I blow my hair out of my face as I exhale.
Quill drops my bags and wraps me in his arms. “Now, you know it’s not good getting yourself all worked up, for the baby. They’ll work it out, they love each other.”
I rest my forehead against his chest and hug him to me. “You’re right, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
“Hormones.”
I snap my head up to meet his gaze. “Hormones?” I repeat, frowning.
“Yes, baby. I read about women getting pregnant, and how their hormones are all over the place. You’re in your last trimester, so it’s the hardest.”
I raise my eyebrows at him, stunned. “You read? What do you mean? When? Where?”
“So many questions,” he replies, leaning in and kissing my forehead.
He lets go of me and leans into the back of the car, pulling something out.
“Baby, you forget something?”
I frown. “Forgot what?”
“This.” I watch as Quill brings forward my cut. It says Property of Quill. I smile.
“I forgot about that.” I turn around, letting him place it over my shoulders. I run my hands down the black leather, and notice new stitching on the cut: Prez’s Old Lady.
“I love it!” I turn back to face him, and he grasps my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. I have to step onto my tiptoes to reach him.
When he pulls back, he says, “Baby, this fucking dress is doing things to me, feel how hard you make me.” Quill rubs his erect cock against me, and I feel the hardness on my thigh.
“This thing?” I stare down at the white summer dress I’m wearing. It’s made of linen and sits just above my knee. “If it’s any consolation, my panties have been wet since I eyed you this morning.”
Quill eyes widen, and before I can say another word I’m lifted off the floor and my legs are draped around his waist. I laugh so hard when I see the look of determination in his eyes, as he begins to rush through the clubhouse, to the back hallway leading to his room. “What about my bags,” I say laughing.
“Gunner,” Quill growls.
Gunner turns around to face us from the bar. “Yeah, Prez?”
“Get my woman’s bags from outside, will ya?” Quill orders, and his eyes don’t leave mine as he pushes through other club members on the way to his room.
Once we’re inside he kicks the door shut with his foot, and then gently places me up against the wall, rubbing his hard cock against my centre. I moan, and hit my head back against the wall. Quill kisses my neck, and licks a path to the arch of my breasts, peeking out from my white lace bra. Since I’ve been pregnant they’ve grown so much, and Quill loves it.
“Fuck, baby, I want you so bad,” Quill grunts against my neck. I run my hands through his hair, forcing his lips closer to my sensitive skin. Not able to keep my mouth away from his any longer, I pull at his hair and bring his mouth back to mine, crushing our lips together. We are all tongue and teeth, pure hunger driving us to get as close as we can to each other. I taste something like copper in my mouth from the intensity of our kisses, but I don’t care. I want him; I can’t get close enough to him.
Quill travels his hand inside my top, releasing one of my breasts from my bra. He leaves my lips and I protest, but I’m soon moaning when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, while massaging around it with his big strong hand. Continuing to devour my breasts, he carries me to the bed and lays me gently on my back. He stands up and shrugs his cut off, then lifts his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. His abs flex as he takes in deep breaths. Next he unbuttons his jeans, but leaves them on as he removes my sandals from my feet. I raise one naked foot and rest it on his chest. “You’re so beautiful, Jasmine. I will never get enough of you.”
Smiling, I reply, “You sure you won’t get sick of me?”
“Never,” he replies, then removes my foot from his body, stepping between my thighs. Lifting my dress up to my waist, he reveals my white lace G-string. My eyes are focused on his happy trail, which leads beneath his jeans to a place I know can give me what I want. His cock is visibly hard, and I ache to have him inside of me.
He runs his hands up my thighs and murmurs, “Open wide for me, baby.” Doing as he asks, I open my thighs wide for him, letting my knees touch the mattress either side. He places his palm beneath the scrap of material covering my pussy and cups me, then rubs the heel of his hand on my clit. I arch my body off the bed, raising my pelvis into his touch. Wetness pools between my legs.
“Quill! Oh God, I need more.”
“Like this?” he asks, pulling my panties to the side and entering a finger inside me, hooking it up until he’s hitting my g-spot.
“Yes. God, yes.”
I feel a hard slap against my thigh, and I snap my eyes open to meet his. Breathless, I ask, “What was that for?”
“What have I told you before? My name, babe, only ever my name when I’m fucking you. It’s all me.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you serious right now?” I huff.
“Very much so.”
Before I can tell him how ridiculous he’s being, he lowers his lips and sucks my clit into his hot mouth. I squeal, but then moan as he flattens his tongue and runs it down my centre and up again. His tongue circles my clit, and I cry out when he slips it inside of me, his thumbs keeping me wide open for his hungry mouth.
The sound of his pleasure echoes on my pussy, and I squeeze my knees either side of his face, unable to hold my orgasm any longer. “I’m so close. So, so close,” I cry, and just as I’m about to beg him for more, a loud knock echoes in our room.
“Prez? Man, you in there?”
“Fuck.” Quill growls, removing his mouth from me. “What the fuck do you want?” he yells through the door as he licks his wet lips.
“Prez, we really have to talk, it’s important.”
I recognize the voice; it’s Trigger. I raise myself onto my elbows. Quill stands up and wipe my juices off his lips with the back of his hand. “Sorry, baby, just give me a sec.”
I nod my head. I’m too afraid to say anything because if I do, I’m going to beg him to get rid of Trigger and finish what he started.
Quill heads toward the bedroom door, and I quickly jump under the comforter to cover my nakedness. But Trigger doesn’t get a chance to see me anyway. Quill opens the door, exits, and shuts it behind him. I can hear Quill all but yelling at Trigger for interrupting us, and I laugh, knowing how pissed he must be to be doing that. I’d hate to be in Trigger’s shoes right now.