Blood Ties

19. N-O

Quinn gasped before moaning. Scanning the bar wildly, she was relieved to see no one was within view, and those who could turn around to see her were too busy watching a sporting event on TV and cursing under their breath. Since their eyes seemed pretty stuck to the TV, she felt marginally better, though she did attempt to keep Adam from spreading her thighs and feasting on her p***y.

He was strong, and the hand she pushed against him was of no use, because he drew her legs over her shoulders and pressed his lips to her skin again. He hadn’t licked her p***y yet, but was paying homage to her inner left thigh, the muscles taut with tension and silky smooth to the touch. He could smell her delicious peach scent, the musk of her p***y. He could almost taste the quivering flesh betwixt her thighs. She was wearing panties, but that was easily mended. Leaning in further, he used a few fingers to push the panel of her panties aside and took a long drag of breath in before making a jagged, tortured sound in the back of his throat.

“You smell wet and ripe, mate.” His voice was a low growl, sending a shiver rocketing up her spine until gooseflesh popped up along her skin at his proprietary tone. “Has anyone licked your p***y before? Your ex? A high school boyfriend?”

She didn’t want to lie, and his tone brooked no argument, so she spoke the truth on a gasp. “A few times,” she mumbled. “Marc, my ex. He wasn’t a fan of it but wanted to try it anyway. It…it was okay, I guess.” She moaned deeply in her throat as Adam pressed his tongue between her folds, using the tip to lightly circle her. Slowly. Meticulously. Her hands went from pushing him away to pulling him forward, closer to her body.

He gave a muffled chuckle, licking down to her hole and shoving his tongue right in before pulling it out. “What was just okay about him licking this sweet, wet p***y of yours? Did he not get you off? Did you not come? Did he not suck on this pretty little clit of yours and make you c*m in his mouth? What was it?”

She tried to be quieter, for she knew he would be able to hear her even if she whispered over the din of the bar. “He was…I don’t know how to say it but, hesitant. Like he was fumbling around down there or trying to find his way in the dark. He made me come, but only after a long time, and his jaw ached for about a day after that. He did—oh, s**t!—did do it again, but it was like he was afraid of it taking a long time, and we only used it as foreplay after that. Well, sometimes. He didn’t stay down there…there long enough to get me close enough to come.”

He pulled his tongue out of her long enough to speak, readjusting her dress so it was hiked up around her waist. She looked around again as he spoke to her. “He was a fool. If he made you come the first time, he would only get better at it with time and patience. It’s all about reading your mate’s—I mean, your partner’s signals. Feeling her clench around your tongue or listening to her sounds will tell you all you need to know. He wasn’t listening properly, and I have a feeling it wasn’t just with the sex.”

Quinn knew what he meant, but his words were dashed away when he closed his mouth around her clit and started to suck hard on her. He knew they had very little time before a server would be around. He wanted to take his time, but he was also impatient, wanting to feel her clasp tight around him while she shattered to pieces for him.

Her thighs squeezed around his neck on the next brutal lashing of his tongue, and he pushed her higher, causing her back to arch and a moan to slip out from between her clenched teeth. She was as close to coming as she could be without something inside her, stretching and filling her, but then his fingers were there, sliding in and stroking in and out, making everything between her hips tighten like a steel girder.

“Oh, f**k… Adam, I’m going to come,” she whispered it, hissing in a breath as his clever tongue dragged and swirled over her p***y back up to her throbbing clit before being sucked into his mouth.

He didn’t want to stop, command her to come for him, and with a few greedy flicks of his tongue, she was trapping his fingers in hard pulses as she cried out softly, just enough for Adam to hear. The soft velvet clasp of her orgasm faded slowly, and he was finally able to pull his fingers out of her just as he searched his pockets for something to wipe her off with. She ended up beating him to it, using a napkin from the table to clean herself up with.

He almost grabbed it from her. He wanted to groom her himself, and a part of him needed that—to show her how nurturing he could be as a mate. Adam had to remind himself that she would be in his bed that night, even if it was just for a cuddle as they drifted off to sleep.

Slipping out from under the table and settling in next to her, he used another napkin to wipe around his mouth as he licked her taste from his lips. Afterward, he took a sip of his drink to finish it off, placing a large bill on the top of the table as their server walked by with a tray of beverages for another table.

“I come here for business sometimes, and they know me, love,” he informed her. “It’s a good place to have meetings in town, so I usually don’t wait for a bill. And I always tip well.”

He looked at her, pink cheeks and flushed chest that was still rising and falling rapidly.

“Get your breath back while I contact our driver. He’ll be here in a few minutes and we can head back home.” He pecked her on the cheek before sliding out of the booth, nodding to her before stretching. He was a large man, and the underside of a table was a tight fit for him, though he made it work in a pinch. “I’m going to use the restroom to wash my hands before we leave. I like your scent on my skin and in my mouth, but since you’re my mate, I figure I can always replenish.”

***

Quinn was in Adam’s study the next afternoon searching the classes they offered at UCLA for the next semester. It was still too early to sign up, but she was a little excited and wanted to peruse it fully so she had the leisure of figuring out what she should take and what the most obvious course of action was for her. She didn’t want to have to repeat anything, so a lot of her study was mere conjecture, and she knew she may need to think about which credits would transfer, and which ones would not, if any.

While she was going over the drama courses, her phone rang. She was still reading the details and the information about the professors when she answered the phone with one finger.

“Hello?”

‘Baby…’

The smile fled Quinn’s lips before a scowl took its place. She hadn’t looked at the phone number that was coming in, but she knew she’d blocked the person who was calling.

“Marc, I blocked you for a reason after breaking up. I’m done.”

She could hear him sigh over the phone, and it irritated her even more. She knew that sigh. It said, little lady, you just don’t get how the world works, so let me mansplain it to you. She hated that knowing sneer in his voice most of all.

‘Sweetheart—’

She cut him off before he could try his oily lawyer bullshit. “I told you my reasons, so there is no need to explain it further. You kept pushing, so I blocked your phone number. How did you get through to me?” iPhones had come a long way, but they were still nearly unhackable except by the best of the best.

‘Changed my number, of course. But why, Quinn? I thought we were doing okay. We didn’t see enough of each other, sure, but there were reasons for that.’

She didn’t know what to say to that and closed her eyes on a sigh. “Sometimes people grow apart and find others to grow with. It wasn’t because you did anything wrong or I was jealous or missing you too much. It was just that I found someone else, someone who thinks the world of me and shows that to me through action and words. You and grew too far apart, and that happens sometimes. I think it was meant to happen, in this case. I still love you as a friend, but we can’t be together in the way you want anymore.”

She knew he would fight when she said the word can’t. He hated to be told his limitations, because he was a man with a quick mind and a sharp tongue. ‘We can work this out, Quinn. Come back to New York and we can sit down and chat. I’ll make eggplant parmesan just the way you like it and we can drink some wine. Just me and you for one night. Please.’

Quinn frowned. “You know what will happen then, and that’s your whole point. We’ll eat food, drink enough wine to make us loose, and then you’ll try to seduce me. There won’t be any talking unless it’s over dinner. I know you.”

And he’d done this before when Quinn was angry or upset with him. Fed and then watered her with alcohol to make her forget why she was upset with him in the first place. She no longer felt any form of affection for him as a boyfriend, so it would have just been the wine running her body if this situation occurred.

Besides, she knew Adam would never let her take the private jet to meet with her ex. He’d probably burn it to the ground gladly before letting that happen. It was both flattering and aggravating. It was nice to be wanted, but to be treated like the ‘little woman’ was hurtful. She had a brain inside her head, and she wanted to be treated like it wasn’t simply filled with fluff.

‘Babe, I—”

“Marc, no. I’m saying no now, and I’ll say it tomorrow and the next day and the one after that. There is no bargaining, and there is no maybe. It’s a no today, and a no come tomorrow.” She paused and thought for a moment, dug deep into the reasons she felt this so strongly, so factually. When she came up with the truth, she was only a little bit surprised. “I’m here and I’m happy. If you cared all that much about me, you’d be happy for me too. This is different for me and nothing like I’ve ever encountered, but I feel like I’m home, and there’s nothing you can say that will make me feel different.”

‘Quinn, honey, I—’

“No, Marc. I’m blocking whatever number you called me on, so please don’t change it again. I will completely ignore any call from a number I don’t have already programed into my phone, and pre-screen the others. I hate to do that, but I guess I’ll have to now.” She paused, hardening her heart. “Have a good life, Marcus.”

She hung up the phone just as Adam was walking into the room. He stopped in the center of the study, looking at her like she was some sort of dream or vision. When he opened his mouth, his voice was as soft as she’d ever heard it, no hint of possessive growl or anger hidden in the deep timbre.

“Did you mean it, what you just said?”

She took in his words, knowing he’d probably heard a good portion of her conversation since the door to the study was open and he had such sharp hearing. Quinn had forgotten all those things and had simply spoken from her heart.

She nodded her head.

“Yes, I did.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I actually forgot you could hear me, but I don’t mind that you did. I didn’t lie. I’m happy here. That’s strange enough after, uhm, meeting the way we did. I…I can’t say I regret it. For some reason, I trust you and your family. You’ve been nothing but good to me since meeting you all. Is it odd to say that I’m glad you kidnapped me? If so, brand me as odd, I don’t care. I believe you and everything you say. You’ve proved everything, time and time again.”

As she spoke, Adam moved in closer, finally coming around to side of the desk and scooping Quinn up in his arms as she finished her little speech.

“Thank you.” His voice trembled. He’d been glad to see the bond was working so well on her, and he was eternally grateful. “Thank you for giving me a chance—giving this life a chance. I will do my best to live up to your expectations of me, and I would love to even surprise you by living beyond your wildest dreams.”

He kissed her, gently, thoroughly on her lips, his eyes closing just as she was kissing him back. There was nothing hungry about the kiss, but she felt his heart through his lips and smiled when it grew deeper.

“You don’t have to thank anyone but yourself. You f****d up royal in the beginning, but you’re slowly earning your stripes, sir. Keep surprising me. I look forward to it.”

Adam smiled too, cupping her face and staring into the deep wells of her muzzy green eyes. “I intend to, my love.”