I glared at her and she reached out and put a hand on my chest.
“You okay, baby? You’re heart’s beating real fast.” She looked past me and into the room and I knew she was looking for coke. Candy was a good girl. She knew what she wanted in life and she wasn’t afraid to go out and get it. She’d told me once that she didn’t want to be an old lady, and that being one of the club’s girls made her as happy as a pig in shit. She loved sex and partying and had no intention of ever slowing down.
“What do you want?” I bit out.
“Thought I could keep you company for a while. Maybe we could have our own little party.” She smiled. “All the boys have been so busy recently, and I’m feeling lonely.”
My dick twitched as she stepped closer to me, running her hands down my chest until she cupped my balls and gave a squeeze. I hissed and stared down at her, knowing how easy it would be to throw her on my bed and fuck my anger out, punishing her body with my cock until we both came. She’d sure as shit be happier for it, and me…fuck.
I reached down and pulled her hand off of me. “I’m good, but I think Butch and Dom are on their way back and could probably use some release.”
Hurt flashed in her eyes but she nodded and stepped back. I’d never said no to her before. Fuck, I’d never said no to any pussy before. But I didn’t want my dick near any woman but Quinn right then. What the hell was happening to me?
“Well, you know where I am if you change your mind,” she said, and turned, heading back out into the clubhouse.
I closed the door behind her, calmer that time, wondering if the aching in my chest and the throbbing in my brain meant I was sick. Was I dying? Did I need to go see a doctor or something? Because I sure as shit didn’t feel right. Everything hurt, like I’d been fighting a battle, and my temperature was soaring, making me sweat. Something wasn’t right. My dick throbbed painfully in response.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I muttered. “I’m fucking working on it,” I told it.
*
I was back on the roof finishing off putting the new A/C unit in when Q came up the stairs, a towel under her arm and suntan lotion in her hands like that was all fucking normal. I’d only just calmed myself down, getting lost in my job, and then she was there in my space again.
I hated that my first thought was wondering if she’d been off fucking Ripped, and what I was going to do if she had.
She strutted past me, laid out her towel, and proceeded to lay herself down on it like she hadn’t been missing for almost twenty-four hours. I looked back toward the rooftop door and then back to her as she slipped the straps of her dress down so the sun could kiss her bare shoulders.
“Q?” I said, calling her name and making her look up at me.
“Hmm?”
“Where the fuck have you been?” I asked, my tone dark.
“Ripped wanted me with him last night,” she said simply, and I couldn’t stop the growl from leaving me. “Oh, calm down, caveman. It was nothing like that. He had to go check up on one of his brothers and his wife. We stayed over. That’s it.”
I took a step toward her. “Did he fuck you?” I asked crudely, feeling irrational anger burning through my chest.
She blinked but held my gaze without shame. “That’s none of your business.”
“You fuckin’ kiddin’ me, Q? It ain’t none of my business?” I snarled.
“He’s gone out on a run today,” she said, dismissing my anger, “and since you haven’t fixed the air-con yet I figured I’d come up here and sunbathe. Ripped says I can’t do it downstairs with everyone hanging around. He doesn’t trust other men around me.”
“But he trusts you up here with me?” I grunted out on a dark laugh. It pissed me off something fierce that he didn’t see me as a threat.
She gave a shrug and a small smirk. “Well, I didn’t exactly tell him I’d be up here sunbathing while you worked. I guess I figured what he doesn’t know can’t hurt, right?”
The man must have really lost his mind, because leaving Quinn behind was probably the worst thing he could do since all I could think about was getting inside her tight pussy and stealing her away from him. Should have felt bad about that, about breaking his trust, but I didn’t. My desire for Quinn far outweighed any other feelings—even my own self-hatred for leaving her the day before with Ripped instead of claiming her like a real man would have.
Guess it didn’t matter anymore though. Now I’d take what was mine. I’d brand her with my cock and show her that she was mine. And then I’d deal with Ripped and the fallout later.
I dropped my spanner back into my toolbox and stared at her, a wicked gleam flashing in my eyes.
She smiled, swept her hair to one side, and closed her eyes.
What the fuck?
Shit, had she really just come up there to sunbathe? I’d been going crazy with worry about her while she’d been partying with her man, and now she’d just casually come up and started sunbathing…What the fuck?
