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7. Embraceable You

Despite Quinn calling on a pretty regular basis, she was glad he'd left when he did. She needed that time to figure things out. It wasn't that she'd been oblivious to the fact that she was attracted to him before getting drunk and she'd been pretty damn sure he wanted to hump, nail and tap her too. She'd just thought he would and they'd be done with it. But given the golden opportunity, he hadn't, and that was... worrying.

Him being away had been a good time to figure things out. That's what she thought at least, but she was getting more and more confused and also more nervous about him coming back to her side of the country. It was a bit safer to have him on the other coast.

At the moment she was sitting behind the counter at work, watching her sister run around between the shelves, chasing Nina who had just learned how to walk. When she caught her, she threw her up in the air and gave her a kiss before walking over to Billie.

"What's up with Mr. Concerned Customer?"

"Out of town, haven't seen him since Vegas."

"But you talk to him?"

"Yes, I talk to him, Ella." She didn't like the look in her eyes. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself and you need to trust me."

"Fine!" Ella was pissed, but so was Billie.

"I don't butt in on who you're seeing or spend time with. Can I do this my way? Not everyone is after the same things as you are."

"What the hell his that supposed to mean?"

"That you can't just assume that I'm looking for the same things as you were when you met Sean. I love Nina, you know that, but I'm not sure that the kind of family you have is the one I want."

"Okay," Ella finally said. "If it goes any further than occasional coffees, I still want to see him." When Billie opened her mouth she interrupted her. "Not to approve of him, to meet my sister's friend. Just that. I want to meet him. Mona obviously loved him."

"I'll ask him. When I'm comfortable with doing it. No rushing me!"

"Deal." She handed her Nina. "Take her home to Sean, he's waiting for you:"

Ella took Nina and gave her chubby cheek a kiss. "Wanna go for a ride with your aunt with the bad biker friend?"

Ella laughed and stuck her tongue out when she left.

-o0o-

A very familiar bike was standing in front of her house when she got home. After a deep breath she stepped out of the car.

"All done in New York?" She hoped she sounded a lot more casual then she felt when she asked. 'Cause she felt like she had a pineapple down her throat. Possibly a ticking bomb in her chest as well.

"And back in California, for now," he answered with a smile. "Started to wonder when you'd show up."

"You could just call me, you know. Ask me when I'm coming home so you don't have to sit here and wait."

"Kind of expected you to never get here if I called and said I was waiting."

She didn't answer and unlocked the door, leaving it open behind her as she walked inside. It had been awkward, the first times they'd talked over the phone after Vegas; but that had eventually disappeared and their talks had gone back to fairly normal the last couple of weeks. Normal being that he teased and she blushed. Now, when she saw him, she was back to awkward and embarrassed.

Billie threw her keys on the side table in the hallway and took off her jacket before finally turning and looking at him. She took a deep breath.

"Hungry?" she asked and he nodded. He followed her into the kitchen. She avoided looking at him while rooting in the fridge for something to eat. "I got some chicken fillets and vegetables, I can make a stir fry."

"Sounds good."

This reminded her of that first morning when he came over and they had breakfast. She was as nervous but for completely different reasons. It wasn't that she was afraid of him anymore. In fact, she hadn't been afraid of him in a long time, not in the same way as she used to be at least.

Quinn looked at Billie. She was cutting up vegetables in silence. The tense neck was back and she wasn't looking at him. He bit his cheeks to keep himself from chuckling. She was nervous and he knew very well why she was.

"Fuck!" she suddenly yelled. "Fucking shit!"

"What?" He looked up and she was staring down at her hand.

"I cut myself."

He had no problem imagining that her mind was far away and got up to walk over to her. He took the knife and threw it into the sink.

"Think we'll keep those sharp objects away from you for a while."

She was sucking on her finger and glared at him. "Are you gonna make dinner?"

"No," he said and took the finger from her mouth to dry it off with the a dishtowel.

"Then I need to use the knife."

She wouldn't yield, and she'd cook that dinner and eat it while glaring at him and finally follow him to the door as he left. Unless he got her piss drunk she would never ask him to fuck her again, no matter how much she wanted it. Mona probably knew how Billie worked and that's why she'd gotten her drunk around him.

So to make it easy for her, he cupped her face and kissed her.

She flinched, stood still for a few seconds, but when he sucked on her lower lip, she moaned and grabbed his cut to pull him closer.

He let go of her cheeks and reached around her, one arm around her waist; the other hand grabbed that perfect ass, drawing her even closer to him. Once again she moaned and opened her mouth.

Billie's head was spinning and as she opened her mouth and felt his tongue thrust inside, she realized she'd have serious problems with standing up if he kept doing that. The hand on her behind was gripping hard, almost kneading, and when his other hand came creeping up her back and around to her front to gently stroke her breast she would've lost her balance if he wasn't pressing her so firmly against him.

His crotch was against her stomach and the teasing about him being a 'Big Guy' wasn't just bragging. That much was obvious even through his jeans, she couldn't help herself, she had to feel it. When she let go of his vest and ran her hand over his stomach, he smiled against her lips. When she rubbed her hand over the big bulge, he stopped kissing her and groaned.

She moved her hand over him, sometimes grabbing a hold through his jeans and even if he now and then nibbled her lips, he seemed very still. His eyes were closed, but when he opened them, his blue eyes started right into hers. Still silent, he kept looking at her as she kept touching him and slipped her other hand underneath his sweater and around to his back. When he leaned closer she kissed his jawline and licked his lips; his grip on her ass got even firmer.

"Bed or table?" he finally said in an exhale.

"You wanna have sex with me on the table?" she laughed, still stroking him.

"Baby, if you keep that up I'll fuck you against the fridge whether you want it or not."

"Bed, at least at first. We can go through the rest of the house after that."

"Such a square," he said with a smile and lifted her up, but before he could carry her out of the kitchen she bit his lower lip.

"Asshole. Table, but if it breaks you're paying for a new one." He was a big guy and it was a cheap IKEA table, it was already pretty darn wobbly.

He laughed and put her down on the table and before she had time to gather her thoughts, her skirt was up, her panties were down and his hand was buried between her legs.

"Oh, my fucking God!" she managed to yell before his mouth covered hers.

She was sitting up, her legs wrapped around his waist, while his fingers were pumping into her at a steady pace. As she got closer, he put his free hand over her chest and pushed her down to her back.

He tried to open her shirt with one hand and when it didn't work he simply ripped it open. She couldn't have cared less once he pulled her bra to the side and, while never pausing the movement between her legs, he latched on to her breast.

"Jesus," she moaned with her eyes closed. She was starting to regret not having kept the stroking up so he'd fuck her against the fridge, 'cause this was overwhelming.

His other hand disappeared from her waist and when she looked up, he was unbuckling his belt. When he noticed her looking he stood up and smiled.

"Pull down the other side of the bra, baby."

She did as he asked and she kept looking at him when she covered her breasts with her hands. He immediately stopped the movement of his hand and shook his head.

"Move your hands away. I wanna see them."

She shook her head in return. "Say please."

He leaned over, curled his fingers inside her and covered her clit with his thumb. That was it, she couldn't even keep her eyes open and just felt him lick her ear before whispering into it.

"Please."

"Oh, fuck!" She probably wouldn't have been able to hold her hands there if she'd wanted to, they fell to the side.

When he pulled his fingers out of her she groaned in protest and opened her eyes again, he was back to opening his pants.

"Condom," she murmured while still staring at that bulge, he nodded and took one out of his pocket.

Once he pulled his dick out she stared. There was no way in hell she'd ever call him 'Big Guy' in front of anyone who might know how big he was. "Jesus," she mumbled again, she'd lost count of how many times she'd already said that and for a second wondered how the hell they would even fit.

He grabbed her legs and put them back around his waist, his big hand was over her lower belly and his thumb circling her clit, when she felt him line up against her core. He leaned over and kissed her.

"Relax, Freckles."

Quinn was about to burst, the little minx had rubbed him, blushing and panting with those big brown eyes holding his. The comment about the bed and the table had mostly been to teaser her, but if she agreed, he was up for it.

Now she was on it, on her back with her skirt up around her hips, the soft red hair that covered her pussy on show and when he'd pressed his fingers inside her she was wet, practically dripping. So hot, wet and tight and he couldn't fucking wait to get in there.

The shirt with the annoying fucking buttons was open and he could see those amazing, freckle-covered tits.

He was positioned and used his thumb to rub her nub to get her relaxed. Slowly, painfully fucking slowly, he pressed inside while playing with his tongue in her mouth. He felt her insides give way and he closed his eyes and grabbed a hold of one of her breasts with his free hand, playing with the nipple. She was so slick, like satin. He felt her clit getting even harder under his thumb and then her gasps into his mouth.

He let go of her breast, leaned his elbow next to her head and raised up a bit to look at her when he eased the last inch inside. That's when he halted his movement while still drawing circles with his thumb between her legs.

Freckles opened her beautiful eyes and looked at him. "Don't stop." Smiling he pulled out before thrusting inside her again. She closed her eyes again and shrieked. "Oh, fucking hell!"

Billie'd had sex with well endowed men before, most of them basically trusted that their size would do the job, but Quinn seemed to realize that he needed the girl very relaxed before he started to slam inside her. His thumb on her clit was already driving her insane and if he hadn't let go of her nipple she would've orgasmed embarrassingly quickly.

Suddenly he stood up, grabbed her ankles and rested her legs on his shoulders before grabbing a firm hold of her hips. Holding on to them, on the verge of too hard, he didn't stop moving for a second. Deep, determined thrusts. Almost pulling out completely before going back in. She was gasping for breath, already close and those very calculated moves with the grip on her hips was getting her there so much faster.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Quinn!"

"Come on, Freckles," he groaned. "Touch yourself."

She was more than willing to and moved her hand to the junction of her legs. Once she found her clit she circled it just like he'd done earlier and now and then she moved her hand further down to feel that huge fucking dick disappearing inside her. Then she grabbed it and with another growl he moved her legs again before yanking her off the table to a half sitting position with her heals on the edge of the table and kissed her.

"Touch yourself, not me." He looked down between them and when she carefully started to do as he asked he smiled and started to move again, but this time with more careful, shallow thrusts. "Fuck! That's hot," he mumbled.

Billie looked down and moaned. "Oh, shit!"

He was right. It was very hot watching his slick cock moving in and out of her and he grabbed her cheek and kissed her. His tongue in her mouth, the once again deep and hard thrusts and her own finger teasing her did the trick. She felt the orgasm coming. When she tried to move from his mouth he pushed her back on the table, still kissing her and now he was slamming that huge cock inside of her and she came, screaming into his mouth. He didn't stop and she felt him growing even bigger before he came just after her.

Quinn rested on his elbows while kissing the now fully relaxed Billie. Her eyes were still closed and as he kissed her chin he saw the smile growing on her lips.

"I take it back," he mumbled and she slowly opened her eyes to look at him.

"What?"

"You're not square. That was very, very hot," he said and pulled out of her with another kiss. "And the table is fine. I think it might even last for a second round."

She laughed and sat up. He pulled off the condom and threw it in the trash. Bille jumped down from the table, but instead of straightening her skirt, she took off her ruined shirt and unhooked her bra.

"Wanna try the bed?" she said and left the kitchen without making sure he followed her.

He stared for a few seconds before laughing. She might come off as slightly shy and a bit prudish, but if this was any indication of what he had to look forward to, he'd fall asleep a very satisfied man that night.

-o0o-

Quinn woke up and it took him a few seconds to realize where he was. When he turned around he saw Billie sleeping on her stomach, her red hair was a mess around her.

With a smile he stroked it out of the way. The table fuck had been good, but just a prequel to how good it was to have her butt naked in bed beneath him, on top of him, next to him and on her knees between his legs giving him head.

Around eleven she'd ordered Chinese for them, they ate and then got to it again. Horny little redheads, he loved those, but he hadn't counted on her being like this in bed. Not even close, but it had been one of the most pleasant surprises in a long time to find out.

Carefully he stroked her back and down over her behind, finally tickling the insides of her thighs.

With a moan she lifted her ass up and spread her legs a little. He looked up at her and noticed that her eyes were open.

"Morning," he mumbled and rolled up on her back while kissing her shoulders and neck. "Think I might've been right about the sleeping."

"That I need exercise to sleep?"

"Yup." He rolled her over to her back so he could see those tits. The light brown nipples, white skin all covered in freckles. She really had those freckles all over her body, more in some areas and he liked it. "How's the pussy?"

"Get me really wet and I'll be fine."

"Really wet," he mumbled and felt his mouth watering when he looked at the red hair covering her pussy. "I can do that."

He moved further down, kissing her nipples and down her stomach, a light bite on her hips made her suck in air and when he got comfortable between her legs she spread them wider. He'd done this yesterday as well, but since she was a bit sore he'd be careful with his fingers this time around.

Instead he carefully licked her with the flat of his tongue over and over again until she writhed beneath him. He grabbed her thighs and held her down and continued.

"Stop teasing me and get up here," she finally exclaimed and with a chuckle, he got up, flipped her around onto her stomach.

"Ass in the air, Freckles."

She laughed and put a pillow underneath her before looking over her shoulder. "Like that?"

He looked at her, the curve of her back and her nicely formed behind while putting on the condom and then ran his hands over the back of her thigh, over her ass and up her back while moving over her.

"Just like that," he whispered into her ear while moving inside her. He noticed her slight cringe. "All good?"

"Yes, better than good."

"Gotta say, Babe, you're the very notion of a firecracker redhead."

"Yeah?" she groaned and moved to meet his movements. "What's that?"

"Horny," he said and thrust deeper.

When he felt her getting closer he turned her to her back again before finishing with a few deep, hard thrusts. He rested on his elbows and kissed her nose.

"Very horny," he said with a smile and she laughed.

"If you pull out I'll make you breakfast so you manage to keep up with my horniness."

Billie was sore, but it was a lot less than she'd thought it would be. She took the robe hanging on the hook next to the door and walked out to the kitchen. Quinn came a few minutes later, wearing only his boxers.

He was an impressive man fully dressed, but in just boxers... she had to take a deep breath to be able to tear her eyes from him. Obviously he was right. She was a horny redhead, but she had a feeling he liked her just like that.

"Bacon and eggs?" she asked and he nodded. "I'm working tonight."

"Night shift?" he asked and she nodded. "I'll come and visit."

"Visit at a gas station. Mr. Quinn, are you trying to get free gas?"

"Sure." He put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. "I'm fucking you for free gas."

She laughed and cracked an egg into the frying pan. "And breakfast."

"True, the breakfast here is nice. I think your bed is a bit better than the clubhouse beds too."

"See, loads of perks with fucking a horny redhead."

"Tell me about it," he said with a smile and sat down at the table. He looked at it and then up at her. "Think we should wipe it off? I can see your ass print on it."


I probably should've warned about the sex, but really, was there anyone who didn't see that coming I mile away?