Chapter 31: QUIN

Thirty-One

QUIN

I don't know what comes over me. The urge to cling to Tanner Hollingsworth overwhelms me and nothing feels more important than wrapping my arms around him and being close to him. Despite his harshness, his cruelty, and his arrogant refusal to admit he loves Avery… he understands me.

On some deep, depraved level, he understands my darkness. I don't have to be afraid of anything with him. It feels safe enough to cry about the fact that I murdered my step-brother. That for the rest of my life, I'll have this nagging thought that I could go to prison. After this much time… who the hell is going to believe it's self-defense?

His arms are so strong and muscular. He squeezes me tighter, making me feel like I don't have to let go.

I don't even notice that I stop crying.

"There," he whispers, although Tanner didn't exactly do anything. "That's exactly what you need… Let it all out."

I sigh. "That doesn't make it go away though."

"I'll make it go away," he whispers. "I don't know what could reduce a strong woman like you to tears but… I will protect you, Quin. I promise."

"You're a…"

A freak? A monster? My boss? I can't define anything about Tanner that doesn't exist in the present moment. I can see his face. How fucking handsome he is. He even looks like he cares about me. But… how can he make this go away…

He grins. "I've done some fucked up things. I know. But the second I saw you, Quin… Well, I knew I was prepared to do a few more fucked up things to have you."

"That's what I mean," I say after a few long moments of silence. "You're…weird."

"Why?"

"No guy has ever done anything crazy like that over me. I don't know why you would."

"Other guys are stupid," he says, pushing braids out of my face. "That's simple. And you… are worth all the trouble in the world. I like fluffy women. But out of all the ones I've met, you're my favorite."

No more tears, but I have that strange flutter in my stomach again. He touches my shoulders. Then my hips. Then Tanner kisses me. His lips are perfect. He still tastes like me, which is weird at first, but then it becomes almost freeing to just not give a fuck. To be a little bit more like Tanner. I get more into kissing him.

Then, I do something I've never done before. I reach for his dick. He chuckles as his dick jerks in my hand.

"Fuck," he says. "I like the way your hand feels on my dick."

I have no idea what I'm doing. Only instinct fuels me to move forward. I slowly cup his cock, touching him along the outside of his trousers, completely unsure of what exactly I crave from this man, but knowing that I want him.

My boss. The freakishly gigantic redhead who terrifies me and turns me on equally. Tanner exposes the dark side of me effortlessly. Only a few seconds of touching his dick and I can feel more of my wetness sliding down my thighs as my body already desperately craves the man I accused of criminal acts against me.

I don't get why I want him so badly. Every cell in my body should run from a man who sees nothing wrong with kidnapping me because he wants me. With climbing through my window. There doesn't even appear to be any reason for his coldness. He just… is.

Something else lurks beneath Tanner's coldness. While his emotions may be reserved and almost impossible to identify, his body is warm. Open. Giving. I can feel his arousal moving in my hand. I remember every moment of him kissing me, even when he hadn't kissed me on the lips. He might be fucked up but I still want more of him.

He kisses me on the forehead.

"You are everything," he whispers. "And if it makes you feel better, I love Avery just as much as I love you. I'm just not a man who speaks his feelings."

As if to prove himself, he grabs my cheeks and kisses me again, refusing to give me a chance to probe and push at those feelings. I let him touch me. Kiss me. If he doesn't want to speak his feelings, I'll let him show me like this. It doesn't take much for us to fall into bed together.

Unlike all the other times, I can move. I can touch him freely. I feel weird. Like I have permission to want something dark and depraved that I shouldn't really want at all. His body. His touch. This strange, red-headed man should scare the crap out of me, but I just want all of him. I practically rip Tanner's dick out of his pants and he doesn't stop me.

He is normally the one who lacks patience. Once I wrap my hands around his dick, Tanner makes a strained, desperate groan. Then he moves his hips without me driving him, the large swollen head of his dick pressing against my tightness. Fuck. He's huge. My chest throbs with the visceral memory of what it felt like to accept the giant stranger inside me the first time.

His body is so large, so fucking impressive, that it shouldn't surprise me Tanner has the dick to match. The sheer size of his dick alone should have told me who pushed my bedroom window open. Maybe he's right. Maybe on some level deep inside… I knew exactly who he was.

Tanner rubs his dick over the length of my lips. His cheeks flush with lust as he gets his dick soaking wet with my juices, but still hesitates just enough that pure agony grips both of us. I need to feel him inside me as badly as he needs to feel my pussy wrapped around his dick. The powerful fire behind our mutual desire for each other makes me moan before he slides inside me.

The soft sound pushes Tanner to move his hips forward and he gives in to his desires, thrusting all the way inside me with one smooth, painful stroke. The knot at the base of my stomach forms immediately and his sheer size forces a moan out of me. He chuckles and nibbles my neck gently as he buries his dick inside me.

Hesitating at first, I press my hand against his back, feeling his warmth and allowing it to spread through me. We are so close to each other and for the first time, face to face. The way Tanner looks at me is strange. A little embarrassing. But oddly pleasant. He has a look on his face like you would when you see a beautiful sunset.

That's the only thing I can compare to because nobody ever looked at me like that for my entire life. It's utterly unfamiliar, but strangely exciting. As my heart races, my fingers sink into the flesh on his back and I pull him close to me. He doesn't share my shame about the desire I have for him. It makes me feel like… it's not so bad to want him.

Even if it makes us both fucked up.

"I like when you touch me," he whispers. "You're so fucking hot."

He slowly withdraws and thrusts into me, repeating the sweetest words I've ever heard a man say about anyone. It's hard not to feel good as he fucks me. And affirms me. And I don't even care that he bites my neck with pure violence after calling me the most beautiful woman in the world. Tanner just feels good…

When I'm about to cum and digging my nails into his back, he pins my arms over my head and fucks me harder into the bed. It's hot – with nothing but the sound of us moaning together and the headboard slamming against the wall. Our skin makes a loud slapping noise as the heat between the sheets overwhelms the power of the air conditioning.

Sweat builds between us as well as another orgasm. I can feel both of us reaching a peak at the same time. He pins me down tighter. I can feel his entire body tensing as he fucks me. My pussy clenches around his dick and the fullness sends intense rivers of pleasure through me that turn into a climax that hits me at the same time Tanner's climax slams into him.

We cling to each other desperately as we moan and finish simultaneously. He feels so damn good. His cum gushes inside me in thick spurts and the warmth sends powerful tingling through me as he pumps a few more times between my thighs before collapsing.

Tanner is damn heavy, but the weight of his muscular body on mine feels strangely hot. He kisses me once he catches his breath.

"You're everything," he whispers. "Fucking everything."

I don't know why he says all that. But I let him. And I admit to myself that it feels good, even if the idea of returning a man's feelings scares the crap out of me. Tanner rolls off me, the happiest look on his face. My heart flutters again. Maybe I shouldn't, but I feel proud that I can bring him this much pleasure.

That I can bring a smile to my cranky boss's face.

That he can admit he cares about someone when he's with me. He grunts and then pulls me in close to his chest. I almost want to run away, but he drags me closer and then he grabs my cheeks again. He's obsessed with my admiration – having me look at him.

I don't mind. He's easy on the eyes, honestly.

"I don't want to let you go," he says. "I know I fucked up… But I care about you and I care about Avery. Don't leave, Quin."

I want to agree to stay with him, but how can I do that without Avery here? Tanner might have a different way of expressing his feelings, but my heart is absolutely broken without her here. I miss her. And what does he want from me without Avery?

What about a job? What about a life?

I don't understand what Tanner wants from me.

Or if he hasn't even thought of any of this because he's just a horny biker…

"I don't like that silence," he says. "I want you here, Quin. I'd rather tie you up until you see it my way than beg."