I was relieved Quinn didn’t have a kid. It made things easier between us for sure. Not that I had anything against single moms—my own mom had been one, at least until me and my brothers had all gotten tossed into care.
But what were the chances of this? Meeting her twice in one day? Clearly, God had a motherfucking plan for us, and as long as it started and ended with my dick up inside her I was down to play this out and see how it all unrolled.
“Hey again,” she said, her gaze darting toward my brothers.
“Hey, darlin’. Gracie said you needed an oil change,” I said with a sly grin. “You wanna come inside and grab a drink first?”
I reached out to her but she snatched her hand away before I could even make contact and I scowled. What the fuck? She’d seemed into me earlier, despite vanishing into thin air, so why the fuck was she giving me the cold shoulder now? And it couldn’t have been just coincidence that she’d turned up there after disappearing on me. Clearly she’d hunted me down.
Jesus, I was beginning to wonder if she was a psycho or some shit. Bitch was beautiful: smooth skin, a mouth with fat lips all set for kissing, and eyes that were wide and clear. I guess something had to be up with her.
“No, she needs the oil change, not me,” she replied, throwing a glare at her friend. “I mean, her car does, not her. She’s married.”
“Bitch, stop telling everyone!” Gracie scoffed.
I huffed in annoyance, not used to women messing me around. And that was what it felt like. Like it was one big game. I was down for being the end prize, as long as I got what I wanted, but the way Quinn was acting had me wondering if I’d maybe misread the signals completely.
“You sure you don’t wanna head inside?” I said, pulling the rag from my back pocket and wiping my hands on it. Needed something to do with my hands or I was gonna reach for her again. Didn’t like having to ask twice—it wasn’t really my way—but if she wanted a softer approach I could try and work with it.
She shook her head, her eyes back on me, and she chewed on her bottom lip. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I bit out, a hard scowl on my face. Bitch may have been beautiful but I was about done being jerked around. Pussy was pussy, and I wasn’t about to go chasing for hers if she didn’t wanna give it up. There was more than enough for me inside the clubhouse.
Yet I knew I was lying to myself… I wanted hers more than I’d wanted anything in a real long time.
She shifted uncomfortably, and I looked to Gracie, who had turned away to give us a little privacy, though it was obvious she was listening in.
“I, umm, it’s complicated,” Quinn replied, chewing on her bottom lip.
Damn, but she looked even prettier when she was nervous. I was about two seconds away from going caveman on her ass, and grabbing her before throwing her over my shoulder and taking her inside.
“It’s Quinn, right?” I said, even though I knew it was.
She nodded in agreement, still not seeming at ease. I fucking loved that name. It was real pretty, just like her. Wanted to call it out as she rode my dick. Wanted to see her name flashing up on my cell phone. Wanted to—fuck, what was happening to me?
I shook off the weird feelings and glared at her as her words sunk in. “Well, I’m not sure what you mean by complicated, but we can keep this real simple if that’s what you’d prefer.”
She was staring at my chest, her gaze less than innocent. There was no denying the way her nipples had hardened beneath her Led Zeppelin shirt, again, and I would have sold my nuts to push her up against the side of Gracie’s truck, lift her shirt, and suck one of those pink pebbles into my mouth right there and then.
“Quinn? What the fuck are you doing? Get your ass over here, woman!” Ripped shouted.
Quinn’s gaze went from me to Ripped, her cheeks flushing redder. “Like I said, it’s complicated.”
I watched in confusion as Quinn headed to Ripped’s side and he draped his arm over the top of her shoulders. He leaned down and pressed a hard, sloppy kiss on her mouth, his other arm reaching around to cup her tight ass the way I’d wanted to.
Ripped grabbed Quinn and flung her over his shoulder, and she let out a squeal as he jogged over to the clubhouse and went inside with her.
I practically staggered backwards as I watched it all unfolding and all the pieces started to fall into place.
“Bitch sure does know how to make her life difficult,” her friend said, and the baby gurgled in agreement.
I looked away from where Quinn and Ripped had just gone inside and looked back at Gracie. She shrugged.
“Ripped’s her old man?” I said with a scowl that could have turned milk sour.
She shrugged again. “Yeah.”
“Fuck,” I said, a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Why the fuck didn’t she say anything?”
