“Hey, baby, I need to take care of something. I’m so sorry,” Quill says as he steps back into the bedroom, doing up his jeans as he walks toward me. I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch his muscles strain as he picks up his wifebeater and places it over his head. My clit is throbbing for him to finish what he started. His taste is still on my lips, the taste I can’t get enough of.
“Babe, stop looking at me like that.”
I cock a smile and let the comforter fall to my waist, exposing my breasts. Quill lets out a shuddering breath as he runs his hand through his hair.
“Fuck it!” he grunts, and before I know it, the cover is ripped off me and thrown on the floor. He unbuttons his jeans again, but this time lowers the zipper as well and kicks them off. With his shirt still on, he crawls up the bed and crashes his lips to mine. Again, his taste. I devour his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist. He’s careful not to rest on my stomach, instead leaning on his forearms, and he looks deep into my eyes. “Baby, I’ve gotta be quick. I should be dealing with shit right now, but I need you. I’m craving your pussy to be wrapped around my cock.”
His words do things to me, and I lift my pelvis up to his and feel his hard heat slide through my wet folds. “I want you fast, Quill, please don’t be gentle.”
“Fuck, babe, how did I get so lucky?” Quill’s blue eyes look down at my body.
“Shut up and fuck me, will you.”
Quill laughs so hard his head falls back, the corded muscles on his neck standing out. “That’s it, babe, you asked for it.” In one swift movement he enters me, filling me with his hard cock. I cry out at the exquisite pleasure of him inside of me, and meet him stroke for stroke. Quill cups my neck as he leans down and kisses me, his tongue matching the rhythm of our lovemaking.
“Fuck, Jasmine, this is going to be over soon. You make me wild,” he growls against my lips, and he picks up the pace and starts jackhammering into me. With Quill still on his forearms, I run my hands under his shirt, lifting it at the same time so I can greedily have my fill of him. I move in and suck his pec into my mouth, nibbling on the heated skin. My hands slide up and down his muscled back, and I feel the sheen of sweat under my hands as he continues to fuck me hard and fast. I rest my hands on his ass and put pressure there, pulling him in even closer. He stops, looks down into my eyes, and rotates his hips in the most delicious way. I arch my back and come hard and fast, screaming out his name. Quill bites down on my shoulder, then licks his mark as he comes, and spills his hot seed inside of me.
A couple more thrusts and then he’s kissing me softly, gently, letting me know through his kisses how much he loves me.
“I love you,” he whispers, “more than life itself.”
I smile and reply, “I love you too.”
He pecks the tip of my nose before he withdraws from my body and gets up. Pulling his jeans on, he winks at me, before leaning down and putting his boots on. He places his cut over his shoulder last of all. “Babe, I hate to leave you right now but I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” I just nod my head, I’m exhausted. “I’ll see you soon. I love you,” he says before he opens the door and walks out, shutting it behind him.
“There you are, Lu. I’ve been looking for you,” I say, walking into the kitchen with dirty plates in my hands. Quill has tried to get me off my feet, but I can’t help it, I need to clean up after all these people. The clubhouse is packed tonight—we have the club members and their families on lockdown, and under the protection of the Blood Brothers MC.
After Quill left—after that mind-blowing sex—I found Tracker, and asked him if he could get some groceries for me. I’d planned to make a lasagna, garlic bread, and salad for everyone staying over. Trigger wasn’t far away and overheard, and offered to go with Tracker. He’s been so attentive lately, always making sure I’m feeling okay. I hope he finds a woman soon, any girl would be lucky to have him.
“I’ve been in here stacking the dishwasher. Here, let me grab them off you. You shouldn’t be carrying too much,” Luisa says, quickly grabbing them out of my hands and stacking them in the dishwasher.
“Are you serious right now? You’re beginning to sound like Quill.”
Luisa laughs and turns to face me, but then suddenly there’s a loud bang, and another—then one that sounds like it’s coming from just the outside the kitchen. I instinctively seek cover on the concrete floor, with Luisa following suit. Pain—excruciating pain fills me as I land on my stomach. I scream out loud, and cradle my stomach as the bullets keep sounding from just outside the kitchen. My baby! Oh my God, my baby! I cry out as another zap of pain pools in my lower abdomen.
Luisa is quickly hovering over me, ducking her head to protect herself from the bullets shooting through the kitchen. She covers my body with hers as the gunshots continue. I groan as the pain shoots through me, then everything else stills. Luisa’s screaming something to me but I can’t hear her, it’s as if everything is so far away. I see tears streaming down her face, and she’s saying something in my ear but I can’t hear. I feel dampness between my thighs, and know deep down in my heart that I’m losing our baby.
I suddenly snap to awareness again. Lu is speaking. “Be strong, Jasmine, be strong. I know you’re hurt, but I’m here. I’ll get help,” she cries out. Her voice is shaky, her mascara running down her face as she continues to cry. But I’m scared; I don’t want to be alone. Quill. Oh my god, Quill. Has he been hurt? Or worse? Then where is he?
I grab Luisa’s arm as she stands to get help. I pull her back down, I can’t lose my best friend. What if she gets shot? I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to numb the pain, but it’s as if a knife is slicing through my abdomen.
“Don’t leave me,” I beg. Tears roll down my cheeks, and I feel sweat gathering on my forehead as the pain gets stronger.
I can see Luisa’s hesitation, but a loud bang sounds and she leans over me again, trying to conceal me from any danger. “Oh God, Lu, it’s bad, it’s bad,” I whimper as I feel warm liquid travel down my thighs. “I-I’m s-so sc-scared,” I stutter. “I’m b-bleeding.”
I cry out as another fierce pain slices through me. Luisa looks down my body, her eyes widening in response to what she sees there. She runs her hand over my damp forehead. “I’m here, Jasmine, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
The gunshots stop for a second. Luisa leans down and whispers in my ear, “Jasmine, listen to me, I’m going to go grab my phone. I’ll just be a minute.”
“You can’t be serious?” I shout, scared as hell for her. I begin to whimper and roll onto my side, squeezing my legs together—trying to stop the blood.
“Shush, just be still, I’ll be back.” She leans down and kisses my forehead. “You’re going to be fine, and so is your baby,” she states, but I’m not sure she even believes her own words. And then she’s gone. I can’t hear any more shooting, and I say a prayer up to God to make sure Quill is safe, and so is my baby.
Minutes go by, I can hear talking but can’t make out any words. Where’s Luisa? Please God, let her get me some help! I begin to cry for my baby’s life, and I whisper, “Please be safe, little one. Mommy loves you so much, please be okay.”
A gut-wrenching cry sounds out through the clubhouse, and my heart stops. Is that Quill? Is he in pain? Oh my God. Please God, please. I need to get to him. I try and force myself to get up, but a sharp pain stabs at my lower back and I cry out again. Forcing myself back down, I take deep breaths to try and steady my breathing. Slow, steady breaths. In. Out. In. Out.
I’m jolted when I hear gunshot sounds, followed by a scream, the voice recognisable as Luisa’s. I begin to cry—for Luisa, for Quill, for what we could have had. I cry for my baby, who may not survive this. I cry and cry, resting my hands on my stomach. I shut my eyes and let the pain consume me, and then I’m out. I see nothing but darkness.