She was stunning. That was the only word to describe her. I knew all these other words I could have used to describe her—sexy, hot, banging—but none of them seemed fitting enough for her. Not even close. Her mind was sexy, her body was banging, and her small round breasts with nipples that I could see through her thin sundress were hot. But those were just words to describe parts of her. To describe all of her, the only word that was fitting was stunning.

  And now I was going to have her within spitting distance from me for the rest of the day while my dick raged a war in my jeans. I was fucked. Or not, as the case may be. It was bullshit.

  “Hey,” she said, coming through the small doorway with a couple of beers in her small hands. I already had some up there in a cooler, but I’d needed to gather my thoughts and clear my head before I was alone with her or I’d end up doing something stupid like stripping her bare and licking every part of her, tearing the screams from her trembling body...

  Shit.

  There go my wayward thoughts again, I thought with a groan as I rearranged my junk.

  She walked toward me, her long blond hair sashaying behind her and her perky little tits bouncing slightly with each step she took. She wasn’t wearing a bra, Lord fucking help me, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she wasn’t wearing panties under that sundress.

  Under her arm was a towel and a bottle of suntan lotion, and she placed them both down and handed me one of the beers before raising her bottle to mine and clinking them together.

  “Cheers,” she said, her mouth pulling up in a smile.

  I stared at her, my breathing becoming ragged as she took a long swig of the beer, her throat bobbing as she swallowed and her lips glistening before she swiped the back of her hand across them.

  Fuck. Me.

  Fuck me hard.

  Fuck me hard and play with my balls.

  Jesus fuck, I was going to come in my jeans if I kept on looking at her, yet I couldn’t stop staring.

  My dick was crucifying me in my boxers in its quest to get out of the restrictive clothing and into her pussy. It was taunting me. My dick was a narcissist, but what could I say? It knew what it wanted and it had great taste.

  “I was going to sunbathe for a little bit, if that’s cool?” she asked hesitantly. “I didn’t think Ripped would want me down in the kiddies’ park where just about anyone could see me. But he trusts you so I don’t think he’d mind me sunbathing up here.” She laughed nervously, biting down on that fat bottom lip of hers. Would have done just about anything to be those teeth as they nibbled at that lip.

  I realized I was staring at her again and I cleared my throat and took a swig of my beer. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’ve got shit to be getting on with so just stay out of my way,” I said, and turned away from her and looked back at the A/C unit that I was slowly taking apart. Had no clue where I’d been up to with it before I’d decided to go downstairs and talk to her, and I scratched my naked chest and mumbled to myself.

  I’d stripped out of my T-shirt earlier but had left my cut on, and I could feel the sweat trickling down the center of the muscles on my chest. Fuck me but it was hot today. The sooner I got the unit changed out the better. Would have been a hell of a lot quicker if I’d had some help, but since there was so much shit going down right then it’d have to be a one-man job.

  I heard her put her bottle down and a minute went by before she spoke again. “This isn’t weird, is it?”

  I shook my head no and grumbled the same response, refusing to look at her. Looking at her was acknowledging that she was there, and acknowledging she was up there with me would be admitting that while I should have been thinking about wiring and air conditioning all I was really thinking about was rubbing my hand over the curve of her ass before spanking her while I slid deep inside her.

  “Good. I mean, we’re both adults here. And, other than Gracie, I don’t really have any friends here, so it would be good if we could be. Or whatever, okay?”

  “Sure,” I agreed, pulling out a blackened piece of wiring.

  Wait, did she just say she wanted to be friends?

  I glanced over at her, a rumble coming alive in my chest at the sight of her. She was lying on her back, leaning on her elbows, one knee up and the other down, making her dress ride up her slim thigh. She was wearing big sunglasses that covered half her face and she was looking up to the sky. She looked like something out of a magazine. A model or some shit. But better, because she was real. There was no airbrushing or shading to this woman, and she didn’t need it either. She was just innocent cotton candy wrapped up in sin. I licked my lips at the sight of her.

  She went silent again and I turned away from her, my chest feeling tight and my jeans even tighter. I hadn’t expected her to want to come up there with me. Woman had surprised me with that one, but I guess I couldn’t blame her. Like she said, she didn’t know anyone else and Ripped had gone out and left her there all alone like an asshole. Her friend was busy, so I was the only person she really knew. It made sense really, and I’d just decided that I was imagining the way she had been looking at me, and that it wasn’t going to be weird at all, when she spoke again.

  “Battle?”

  “What?” I grunted.

  “So?”

  “So what?” I grunted again. Jesus, any more grunting and I’d turn back into a caveman.

  “Can we be friends? I don’t want things to be weird with us or anything.”

  “Nothing to be weird about. I barely know you, Q. So don’t stress about it, okay?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, okay.” She looked uncertain and like she wanted to say something else, but instead she snapped her jaw shut and looked away.

  I frowned as I watched her, my dick almost tearing a hole through my jeans and my mouth watering lasciviously as she turned over, spreading herself out like a fucking queen waiting for her king.

  I wanted to be her king.

  I wanted to be her king so bad that my dick ached and my head was spinning.

  “Fuck,” I breathed, my jaw hanging slack like I was a little kid at a live-action porno. “Quinn—I, fuck…” I’d lost the ability to speak or move, my gaze roving up and down her smooth skin as I tried to control myself.

  She was lying on her front, her dress peeled down to her small hips and the hem of it rolled up to the bottom of her perfect ass. She was all but fucking naked, sprawled out on a towel, her hair hanging to one side as she looked across at me, a tongue flicking out to damped her fat lips again.

  She held out a bottle of suntan lotion and smiled, fucking oblivious to the effect she was having on me. “Think you could rub some cream on my back?”

  Or maybe she wasn’t oblivious at all. A woman didn’t look like that and not know the effect she was having on a man. Besides, she only had to look down at me to see the effect she was having. Weren’t no hiding the beast in my jeans from her then.

  I cleared my throat again and took a deep breath as I wiped my dirty hands on a rag. I sucked in my bottom lip and stalked toward her, not sure if my dick was going to blow its load in my jeans or not. I took the bottle from her, pumping a little of the sweet lotion into my palm before kneeling down next to her.

  Fuck me, but she was fucking perfect. Her skin was kissed with tiny freckles, and the tattoo I’d only caught a glimpse of the day before was on full display, giving me time to be able to fully appreciate it. It trailed like vines down her spine, flowers bursting to life between green leaves and shoots. A serpent was wrapped around the branches, its tongue flicking out as it stared off into the distance like it had better things to do than be wrapped around the body of a gorgeous woman like Quinn.

  “Battle?”

  I tore my gaze away from her tattoo and slowly looked up along her body to her face. I must have looked like a wolf, hungry for her, yet she held my gaze, unafraid and unwavering.

  “Hmm?” I grunted, not sure I had the ability to speak just then.

  “Not to be rude but…” She left her words hanging in the air, humor playing on her perfect lips.

  “Sorry, yeah,” I grunted out, squirting more lotion into my hands and rubbing them together before leaning over her and placing my hands on her back.

  I inwardly groaned, biting onto my bottom lip to stop the sound from leaving my lips as my hands splayed across her smooth-as-silk skin. My hands were tanned from riding my bike and being in the sun constantly, but her skin was pale like milk, and the contrast of my skin on hers was spectacular. Wanted to see more of it. Wanted to see her bare breasts leaning over me before pressing into my chest as she rode me. Her long legs straddling me, my hard cock plowing up into her tight pink snatch and getting lost in her folds.

  My chest rose and fell as I worked the lotion over her skin, high up to her shoulders and across them and then down her tiny waist to the small rise of her ass. Wanted to go lower. Wanted to reach down beneath that material and plunge a thick finger inside her, thrusting into her until I felt her pussy tightening around me, soft moans leaving her mouth as she came. Instead, my hand hovered over her ass before I pulled back and sat on my haunches.

  “You done already?” she hummed sleepily.

  “Yep.”

  “That was really good, you should be a masseuse,” she giggled. “Think you could do my legs?”

  What the fuck?

  What the actual fuck was she doing?

  There was no way in hell she didn’t know the effect she was having on me.

  I stared down at her, counting myself down from ten so I didn’t lose control completely and tear what little clothing she had on away before lowering myself over her and slamming myself home.

  “Battle?”

  “What?” I grunted.

  “Are you okay?”

  Was I okay? That was a motherfucking loaded question.

  No, I was not okay. I’d never felt so out of control in my life, and a man like me had done and seen a lot of fucked-up things. I’d been out of control, I’d lost my shit a time or two, but right then I felt like I was at the end of a rainbow and I was about to fall over the edge of the earth.

  Never wanted to fuck someone so much in my life. Never wanted to hear the cry of a woman as I brought her pleasure so much. Never wanted to watch a woman’s skin go pink as she came.

  “Yeah,” I grunted again, and squirted some more lotion onto my hands.

  “Good,” she said, her voice a whisper. “So?”

  “So?” I countered, my skin feeling alert to everything.

  “Can you do my legs?”

  She was looking at me beneath those big sunglasses of hers, and before I could stop myself, I reached over and slid them down her nose and off her face. Wanted to see those eyes of hers. Wanted her to look into my eyes and see what she was doing to me. A man like me, rough, hard, uncaring, and yet completely at her motherfucking mercy.

  I leaned forward on my knees and moved down her body before taking one of her long legs in my big hands and rubbing cream down her calf. I began to move higher, over the knee and up her thigh, stars dancing behind my eyes as precum leaked from the end of my dick.

  I reached higher, the material of her dress grazing the top of her ass, and I had to wonder what she would do if I reached up then and took hold of that ass in my hand. Would she squirm and moan beneath my expert hands, or would she jerk away from me in shock?

  I swallowed as my dick throbbed painfully in my jeans, begging for some form of release. I let go of her leg and moved on to the other one, hesitating at the top of her thigh again. Her skin glistened with sweat and lotion, her sweet scent like candy rising up to meet me, and she hummed on a sigh as I massaged the muscle of her thigh, rubbing the cream in and wishing it was my cum that I was smearing over her body, marking her and claiming her as my own.

  Fuck.

  I needed to get away from her.

  Right the fuck then before I did something stupid and got myself, and her, killed.

  I dropped her leg and she yelped as I stood back up suddenly and stepped away from her.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Quinn,” I said, practically stumbling backwards from her.

  She grabbed at her dress, pulling it to cover herself as she got to her knees, not quite quick enough for me not to see her nipples as hard as diamonds and her chest rising and falling as she panted.

  “Fuck,” I grunted out again.

  “Battle.” She said my name sounding breathless, her big eyes going wider. “It’s okay.”

  I pulled my hands through my short hair and stepped away from her. “Ripped is a friend,” I grunted.

  “I know, I know,” she said, pulling the straps of her dress back into place.

  “He’s your old man!”

  She looked away, her cheeks flushing pink. “I know! I’m sorry.”

  “We can’t do this,” I grunted out, not believing myself.

  Her hair fell over her shoulders and god-fucking-dammit, something about her composure, the way her shoulders pulled down and her the shame and horniness flushing her cheeks pink, sent me over the edge.

  “I know, I agree. He’s a good man.” She nodded, like she was trying to convince herself. “I just…” She looked back up at me through her thick lashes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to do that.”

  “I think you should go wait in his room, Q,” I said, my big hands flexing at my sides.

  She nodded in agreement, but didn’t move. “Okay, if that’s what you want.”

  I scowled. “It’s not about what I want. Things would be different if I was doing what I wanted, Q.” I dragged my hands through my hair again in frustration.

  She looked away from me and then back, looking deep in thought. “Like what?”

  My scowl deepened and I swallowed. “Come again?” I asked, pausing.

  “Tell me what would be different if you were doing what you wanted, Battle.”

  “Quinn,” I warned, my gaze heating.

  “Tell me,” she murmured, taking a step closer. “Please,” she begged. “Just tell me and I’ll go.”

  I shook my head. “You’re Ripped’s old lady.” I dragged a hand through my hair once more, wondering what the hell was going on. Things had somehow gotten reversed. It was normally me seducing the woman, claiming their pussies for my own, branding them and then leaving them as I moved on to the next. But not with Quinn. I was trying to walk away from her. Trying to do the right thing by her and Ripped. But she was stoking the fire in me, urging me onward, wanting me to spill my darkest desires to her. But to what end?

  “I might wear his cut but I don’t wear his ring. I’m not his property,” she said almost innocently.

  I snorted out a laugh. “You think that makes a difference to a man like him? You think he won’t put a bullet in both our skulls if we do this? Cuz I’m telling you, once a man gets a woman like you, he don’t let her go. Not ever. So whatever this is,” I said, pointing between us both angrily, “it can’t happen. Not ever.”

  I glared at her angrily, even though the last thing I was was angry. However, she definitely looked angry. She pouted like a petulant child and I almost laughed out loud.

  “Fine,” she bit out.

  She turned around and grabbed her things in one quick swoop. I watched her with heated desire, her round ass taunting me as she was bent over. When she stood back up she hesitated, seeing the look on my face.

  “Battle?” she said cautiously.

  I needed her to leave before I lost my resolve. Before I let my body take over and I fucked her right then and there. The woman was driving me to distraction, but taking another brother’s woman was the ultimate no-no. So no matter how much I wanted her, no matter how much I thought she and I were perfect for each other, I had to let her go. I had to make sure she walked away and didn’t so much as look in my direction again.

  “Go,” I growled out.

  She nodded and started to walk, but as she reached me I reached out and wrapped one of my large hands around her arm. She startled and looked at me, her gaze heated. I looked her up and down.

  “You need to stay away from me,” I said, loving the little frown that puckered between her eyebrows. “You need to stay away from me and take the ring that Ripped’s offered you.”

  Hurt flashed across her face and she snatched her arm from my grip before walking away. Could have sworn she was crying as she descended the stairs, but I refused to think about it. Refused to think about what might have been.

  Quinn was Ripped’s, and that was all I needed to know.

  ~ 9 ~

  The clubs were partying again, but I wasn’t in the party mood. The lights of the clubhouse were low and the music loud as men and women reached that state of drunkenness they got to where nothing else mattered but fucking and being fucked.

  We’d had a meeting earlier, but we still didn’t know enough about what was going on to make any firm decisions other than Ripped and his men would be staying for a while longer. Hardy had set up a meeting with the Reverend for the following day, so we were hopeful that things would be clearer after that. Nobody messed with the Reverend. The man had more connections in his back pocket than the president had in his entire cabinet.

  So tonight we partied, and tomorrow was business. It was just how I liked my life to be. In fact, I normally loved that part of a night, where anything went and there were no inhibitions. But not that night. That night was different. That night Quinn and Ripped were sitting opposite me on the large corner sofa. She was curled up on his lap, wearing the same dress she’d had on earlier, the one that I had wanted to pull down off of her shoulders to reveal perfect tits that I knew would be waiting for me.

  Ripped was kissing her, his hands groping along her skin like he owned it, and she was kissing him back. Had a feeling that after the episode up on the roof she was trying to prove a point by showing me what I was missing out on. Though the weird thing was, she didn’t seem like the cheating type.

  Never felt such rage and jealousy as I did watching her mouth move on his and her hands moving over the muscles of his chest. Never felt such rage toward another brother that I wanted to put my gun to his temple and blow his motherfucking brains out.

 

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