Chapter 10
“He could have killed you.” Quinn was furious, almost vibrating with fear and rage.
How could Mackenzie have been so stupidly reckless?
Lucy and Nox had already left, leaving the two of them in the park. They should be heading back to the rental unit, to talk strategy, do some damage control, but he couldn’t think straight.
“I know.” And yet, she didn’t seem rattled. Not like he was.
“You got lucky.”
“Yes, I did.” She was agreeing with Quinn and somehow it aggravated him even more. He wanted to argue with her, so he could prove his point.
No, Quinn wanted to touch her again. He viciously bit the inside of his cheek, but it didn’t stop the need. No, scratch that. Getting her off wouldn’t be enough this time. He needed to fuck her.
Quinn had denied himself sex for far too long. Warmth pooled low in his stomach and then traveled to his extremities, a heated surge, he couldn’t deny. Not anymore. In his mind’s eye, he had her legs open, kneeling between them, licking her soft, sweet sex.
He shivered at the onslaught of lust.
“Quinn, are you okay?” Her voice sounded low, throaty. Evidently, she was affected too.
One look at her face confirmed it. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, and it was all the provocation he needed.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“What are we gonna do?” She pushed a hand through her hair. “We need a new plan.”
“We’ll discuss it later. Come on,” he said, wrapping an arm around her. “We’re going back to the apartment.”
At least she didn’t argue.
***
Quinn pushed Mackenzie against the wall as soon as they got in the door.
He kissed her like a starving man, because he was. Quinn didn’t want to be so rough, needy, but he couldn’t help himself. Later he’d be gentle, tender with her. Right now, he was far too desperate.
This time he wouldn’t, couldn’t stop.
Mack parted her lips and his tongue pushed past the barrier. Quinn cupped her face in his hands, fucking her with his tongue, giving Mack a preview of things to come.
With a groan, he broke contact, and then Quinn kissed his way down her throat, nipping Mack’s collarbones. He clasped her breasts, unraveling her wrap dress so he could palm them, squeezing the fleshy globes.
She gasped, swaying against him.
He pushed his hips against hers, letting Mack feel the weight of his erection, the aching throbbing need. So, many nights he’d laid awake in his bunk, rubbing himself, spilling his semen into his own hands. It had been so empty, hopeless.
Maybe that’s why I’m so afraid. I’ve got somethin’ to lose.
“Christ Mackenzie,” he panted, kneading her ass. “If you don’t want this, tell me now.”
“I want you, Quinn,” she muttered between kisses. “Oh, God, how I want you.”
“And what about your buddies?”
“Dammit.” She sucked in a ragged breath.
“Where would Storm hide the bug?”
“He usually puts them in the lamps.”
“Good to know.”
They were both wearing too many clothes. Quinn released her long enough to throw his jacket to the floor, along with his necktie and shirt. He might’ve ripped a few buttons off in the process. Not that he gave a damn.
His cock surged against his fly, eager to break free of its cloth prison. His boxers were damp, sticky with moisture. His cock was leaking pre-come, like he was some horny adolescent.
And then he turned his attention to Mackenzie.
He unwrapped her dress and she stood there in a black bra and matching panties. Quinn sucked in his breath, just staring at her, awestruck by the sight. He loved that she wasn’t self-conscious. She watched him, staring at her, arms at her sides, almost solemn.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
“Thank you.”
This felt like a dream, one of his fantasies come to life and he desperately hoped he wouldn’t wake to find himself in a cell once more.
“Come with me.” He offered her his hand and she took it. Quinn led her into the bedroom and headed straight over to the lamp. He fiddled around with the base until he found the listening device. It was small, the size of a dime.
“Have you got your ears on, Storm?” He spoke into it. “I just tagged you into the ring on this operation. You can eavesdrop on Harold and his lady friend tonight. Mackenzie and I are unavailable until dawn.”
And then he headed into the bathroom and tossed the damn thing into the toilet. He gave it a flush and then got right back to business. She was waiting for him on the bed, all disheveled.
“Those aren’t cheap, you know.”
“Yeah? They can bill me.”
She gave him a tiny smile.
Quinn didn’t waste any more time.
Once more they were on the bed, and she was beneath him. He needed Mackenzie so much, he was on the verge of shattering if he didn’t get inside her soon.
“This isn’t gonna last long.” Even saying the words was humiliating. At one time he’d been a patient lover, able to prolong a woman’s pleasure, draw it out, make her orgasm again and again until he took his own release. Not tonight.
“I don’t care.”
Quinn undid the front clasp of her bra and gasped as her breasts spilled into his hands. He kissed the nipples, sucked them. Later, he’d lavish more attention on them, but he wanted something else even more.
He needed the hot center of her, the wetness and heat holding his cock, drawing him in. He pushed her panties to one side. Quinn bent his head to worship, to taste her. She was drenched, so wet for him, her pussy lips glistened. She’d even left a wet spot on her panties, which was hot as fuck.
Quinn was ravenous, couldn’t get enough of her sweetness. His breath was ragged, hips grinding against her. He dragged his pants down his legs, along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, stiff as a board, the sensitive head was dark as red wine. He gave it a stroke, groaning at the contact.
She reached between their bodies and grasped his dick, encircling it with her fingers and he moaned, deep and low.
“It’s time.” Unable to help himself anymore, Quinn ripped Mack’s panties apart, the thin cotton was no match for his strength. And then he pushed his cock into her.
Quinn lunged into her again and again. She was tight, wet, clinging to his hard flesh. Quinn couldn’t stand it. Mackenzie’s lids were drowsy with desire. Her hair was spread on the pillow, mouth open.
She was so fucking beautiful Quinn thought he might die.
Quinn was shuddering, unable to hold himself back any longer. The need was overwhelming, all-consuming. With a grunt, he came violently, spasm after spasm, emptying himself into her again and again.
At last, she was his.
***
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Mack still wasn’t thinking clearly.
Everything felt fuzzy. Her sex throbbed in time with her heartbeat. She was shaking, and not from the cold. Quinn had left her on the verge of orgasm, aching with need, but it was bittersweet, a tease.
Mack had just gotten back from the bathroom after cleaning herself up. His semen had leaked out of her, streaming down her thighs. Somehow, the sight of it excited her, as if Quinn had marked her in some primitive way.
She hadn’t even remembered to ask about protection, but she was on the pill to control her period. And neither she nor Quinn had any partners for quite some time, so there wouldn’t be any lasting consequences.
“You didn’t come.”
No, she didn’t, but Mack didn’t seem to mind, watching him come apart in her arms was devastating in its own way. Quinn’s desire had been overwhelming, mouth-watering to watch.
“It’s okay, I’m—”
“No, it ain’t okay.”
The next thing she knew, Quinn had Mack on her back again with a hand between her legs.
He slid his fingertips up and down her outer pussy lips, making her squirm for more contact. Quinn rubbed her clit with the palm of his hand, and the pressure felt so freaking good. He used a circular motion and her hips bumped against him, aching for more.
“Oh, please,” she whimpered. “I’m almost there.”
Frustratingly, he stopped. Instead, he used a single finger to tease the swollen, pouty flesh. All the while, he studied her face, drinking in her reaction.
“Quinn!”
“Yes?” he drawled.
“Touch me again.”
“Like this?” Quinn edged another finger inside Mack, grazing her entrance, but not delving inside. She panted, yearning for two of his fingers plunging into her, going faster and faster.
“No,” she whispered. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want you to know I’ve got skills. I ain’t some two-pump chump.”
“I never thought you were…oh!” Quinn toyed with her clit again, making her inner thighs shake as he rubbed with his thumb.
Quinn knelt between her legs and propped her hips on a stack of pillows, so he could get at her. And then he bent to taste her.
No, taste wasn’t the right word.
Quinn consumed her, lapping at her sex, nibbling the lips, kissing her inner thighs, before delving deep, fucking her with his tongue. She could never anticipate his next move and the uncertainty was electric. Wetness leaked from her pussy, soaking the sheets beneath them.
Mack slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.
He chuckled, huffing against her skin.
Smug bastard.
Quinn used both his fingers and his mouth this time, pushing two inside her while he tongued her clit, gentle little flicks before he flattened his tongue against it.
He was relentless in his pursuit until she was a quivering mess, sobbing beneath him. Mack thought she might be coming apart. Her hips jerked involuntarily, and she surged against his mouth.
“That’s it, Mackenzie, you’re almost there.”
Quinn nibbled and sucked, shoving her closer and closer to orgasm. She grasped handfuls of the sheets, rocking against his mouth as she let go, stopped fighting and just gave in to him.
With a howl, she came for him.
After the haze had passed, Mack felt boneless, all sticky wet and satisfied. When Mack came back to herself, she belatedly realized Quinn shouted too, a triumphant sound as if he’d just come again.
Victory was written all over his face.
“No, don’t think you’re done yet. You ain’t even come close.” His voice was rough.
Before Mack could respond, Quinn plunged his fingers back inside, working her pussy easily, as if it obeyed him. Her sex fluttered around him, clinging to his fingers, and when he pressed his thumb to her clit, she exploded again.
“How did you…?” But she didn’t even get the rest of the words out.
Quinn wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing the smooth head of his cock inside her once more. They both groaned. He cupped her head, so he could kiss her once more. This time, his lips were soft, tender, entreating.
Since the edge had been taken off, he eased his cock in and out, slowly. Deliberately. They rocked their hips against each other, like a seesaw.
Neither one of them could put off the impending orgasm.
After they were both sated, Quinn spooned her, and she went slack against him, absolutely boneless. He had one warm hand wrapped around her belly, pressing his face into her hair.
Mack hated to ruin the moment, but since the fever had passed, fear crept back in.
“I know this isn’t the most romantic time to bring it up, but we need to talk about what happened. What if I screwed up this operation?”
“I’m the one who insisted we go to the restaurant. Not you.” Quinn kissed her shoulder. “Maybe you did us a favor and accelerated his timeline.”
“Yeah, maybe.” But she didn’t believe it.
“We’ve tipped our hands, so he’ll panic, and get sloppy.”
“You know? Or you hope?”
“I’m countin’ on him reachin’ out to his contact at the cartel.”
“So, you can follow the lead and find out who killed Karen?”
Mack admired his devotion to the woman. It extended beyond her death. Even if Mack wanted to be jealous, she couldn’t be. His loyalty proved Mack’s faith in Quinn wasn’t misplaced. Underneath it all, he was a decent man and she hadn’t been wrong about him.
“Yes.” His voice held an edge. “Ultimately, Harold is responsible for giving the order. but I want to take out as many of the sons of bitches as I can.”
And then what?
Quinn would have his vengeance and the FBI would be cleaned out. And then Quinn would be headed to jail again. Once again, Mack would be all alone.
It was a bleak future. One she wasn’t ready to face.
Mack placed her hand over Quinn’s, holding on to him, as though she could keep him in her world, through the sheer force of her will alone.