“Fuck,” he moaned against my mouth as his hands cupped my ass and he ground himself against me.
I gripped the shelving behind me, enjoying the way his hard length ground up against my clit and sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, my body responding willingly to his touch and wanting more with every second that passed.
I reached between us and he gave me a little space so I could unbuckle his jeans. I slid down his body, my body crying out for him to be inside me and be damned the fucking consequences.
Nothing mattered anymore.
Nothing but letting Battle have me. All of me. Finally.
I pulled him out of his underwear and almost came from the feel of his huge cock in my hand. My heart continued to ram against my chest as my body all but screamed for him, my pussy humming with desire and needing him to fill me. The ache was almost painful, the burning of desire excruciating.
I had to have him.
No matter what.
“Quinn?”
Ripped’s voice echoed down the hallway, calling my name, but all I could concentrate on was the feel of Battle’s hard length in my hand, the rushing in my ears, and Battle’s starlit eyes fixed on me as I gripped him tightly.
“Need to fuck you,” Battle grunted, sweat glistening down the sides of his face.
I nodded, my hand gliding down his length and putting just enough pressure on to make him grunt.
“Need to fuck you, right the fuck now. Not waiting any longer.”
“Quinn? Where the fuck are you?” Ripped called again. And that time it got through to me.
Battle pressed his forehead to mine, his gaze locked on mine as I started to come down from my high.
Battle reached between us, his fingers finding my clit as he rubbed my mound. I opened my mouth to cry out as a tremor of pleasure shot through me and Battle swallowed my pleasure with a kiss. My movements were sluggish as I tried to maintain momentum on his length, but I couldn’t concentrate with Ripped just outside the door calling my name and an orgasm threatening to explode from me at any second.
Battle lifted one of my legs up before wrapping it around his body. He filled the space between my legs with his body, his hard cock nudging my entrance as I let go of it, holding onto the racking behind me with both hands. The tip of him pushed inside, hard and hot, ready to spread me wide before splitting me open.
I wanted it, wanted him, so much I could hardly think.
“Quinn!” Ripped called again, his voice just outside the door. “Fucking bitch,” he muttered.
~ 22 ~
Quinn
Ripped was right there.
Right outside the door.
My heart froze in my chest as Battle stilled at my entrance, his hard length slick with precum as his heady gaze held mine.
“Where is she, baby?” a woman’s voice said from just outside. “Where’s your old lady gone?”
“No fuckin’ idea. Damned woman’s always running off somewhere,” Ripped slurred drunkenly.
“You need me to take care of you?”
My heart raged in my chest, fear and panic speeding through me. Battle took hold of my hand and pulled me around the other side of the racking and further into the dark just as the door opened, making light spill into the room. Ripped and one of the clubsluts stumbled in and Ripped kicked the door shut before pushing her to her knees. Battle’s gaze caught mine, and he put a finger to his lips and I nodded.
On the other side of the racking I heard the sound of a zipper coming down and then grunting as she took him into her mouth. The sound of slurping and sighing filled the air, but it was no louder than my heart beating in my chest as panic thundered through me.
I’d only just found Battle again. I couldn’t lose him.
