Quin grabs the hair on either side of her face and pulls her into him. They kiss like they’ve never tasted lips before. Sloppy and wet. Tongues searching and probing.
I smack Rochelle again, and this time she sobs. “I’m sorry,” she says. But Quin holds her tighter, uninterested in her apology. He just claims her mouth in the kiss and stifles her crying.
Her ass is so red and hot. She will be sore when she sits down tomorrow. My own dick is hard just thinking about it. I might have to drop by for lunch just to see how she handles it.
When I look at Quin to see if we’re done, he pulls away from the kiss and says, “You have five more, Rochelle. Five more and I’ll forgive you. We can start fresh. Do you want to stop? Or keep going?”
“Keep going,” she whimpers.
Quin smiles and says, “Use your belt,” as he looks me in the eye.
I open my mouth to protest, but then stop.
She will let me do it. And he does want it. Needs it, probably. And if Quin said this is it, then this is it. He will forgive her and we can start over.
And don’t we all want that?
I unbuckle my belt. Rochelle looks over her shoulder, eyes on my hands as I pull it through my belt loops. The sound of leather passing across fabric echoes up into the high ceilings.
I fold the belt in half, holding onto the buckle, and then I bring it down on her skin, smacking the same place I did before.
She cries and begins to count. Quin kisses her, holding her head so she has to look him in the eyes.
When we get to five, it’s over.
Quin unties her wrists, massages the red scratches, and pulls her fully into his lap, his arms around her tight, his cock still inside her. She hugs him back, burying her face into his neck as I drop the belt and massage her ass cheek.
The last five spankings were cathartic. I didn’t hit her hard and she knows it. Quin knows it too.
But he got his point across. She owed him this if she ever wanted a real second chance. He needed her to feel some of his pain, and she needed him to know she was willing.
They kiss. Softly now. Tentative, like the trust we just built between us. I push my pants down, letting my cock spring free, and step forward, pressing it into Rochelle’s back as I place a hand on Quin’s head. I lean down and kiss Rochelle’s neck. Then her jaw, then her lips.
We both kiss her lips.
She kisses us back and it finally feels right.
That’s all the invitation I need. I push down on her back, right between her shoulder blades, pinning her to Quin’s chest. Her ass is in the air like an invitation. Still wet from the lube I rubbed into her before the spankings. She starts to move on top of Quin, fucking him just the way he likes it. Her tits hanging down in his face. His mouth reaching for her large, round nipples he squeezes them. I reach between Rochelle’s legs and cup Quin’s balls.
“Fuck, yeah,” he moans. “Get inside her now, Bric.”
I press a finger against her ass, find her semi-relaxed, and then shove my cock through her tight muscles.
Quin’s hand is over her mouth before she can yell. Cupping it tightly once again, so she’s blowing air through her nose.
I push on, feeling the motion of Quin, just millimeters of soft, thin skin separating us.
He feels so fucking good. After all these months as strangers, he feels so fucking good.
Rochelle is squealing from behind Quin’s hand and I know this first one won’t take long. She’s close.
Hell, I’m close too.
I watch Quin’s face as we fuck her hard. Him thrusting up from below, his balls slapping up against mine. Me pounding her from behind, my hands digging into her hips like I never want to let go.
Quin releases his hand from her mouth and Rochelle moans out her climax. Quin’s body stiffens underneath us. He stops, his cock buried deep inside her. And then the pulsing of his cock sends a thrill through my whole body as he comes inside her.
I slide out of her ass, pull her hair so hard, bending her neck back until she’s looking me in the eyes, and then I come all over her red-hot ass.
I let go of her hair and she falls back into Quin as I collapse off to the side of them. One hand reaching for theirs. I find Rochelle’s first. Then Quin grabs hold of us.
That’s it. It’s over. The past is over and we can start again.
Chapter Thirteen - Quin
“Fuck,” I mumble, my heart hammering inside my chest. “That was pretty damn fun.”
“Yes.” Bric laughs. He pulls Rochelle closer and for a second I’m reluctant to give her up. “Don’t be stingy, asshole,” Bric says. So I let her go. Halfway.
“Are you going to leave now?” Rochelle asks.
My eyes are closed so it takes me a second to realize she’s talking to me. “What?” I ask, opening one eye to peek at her.
“Are you going to leave?”
I stare at her for a moment. Then look at Bric. He’s got his eyes closed too. The hand I’m not holding grabs one of her thighs, hiking it over his leg. He opens one eye to look at me in the ensuing silence.
“Why the fuck would I leave?” I ask. “I just got my revenge. I’m happy now.”
Bric laughs.
Rochelle frowns. “So that was a hate fuck last night?”
I shrug. “I needed more from you, I guess.”
“You’re a dick.”
“You pissed me off,” I say, then open both eyes to look at her. “Really. Fucking. Pissed me off, Rochelle.”
“I was allowed to leave. It was in the rules.”
“Fuck the rules,” I say, pushing her off me and sitting up.
“Come on, you guys,” Bric mumbles. “Not now.”
“No,” I say. “I’m gonna have my say and then I’m gonna let it go. I fucking hated your guts when I saw you in that hotel room. One year, Rochelle. No note, no phone call, no mention of a baby until Chella told me you kept it. You just walked away like I meant nothing. And you think you can just turn back, show up, and things would what? Go back to normal?”
“You guys,” Bric interrupts.
“I just wanted to set things right,” Rochelle says.
“And we did,” Bric says, sitting up and bringing Rochelle with him. “We sorted it out, right?” Bric looks at me, shaking his head a little, as if to say, Not now.
But why not now? If we don’t do this now, we’ll just do it later. Tomorrow, or next month, or next year—if we’re together that long. It has to be said, so why not now?
“What you did, Rochelle, was a total cunt move.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“And I told you, I accept your apology. But an apology can’t erase what you put me through. It can’t erase one year of helplessness, and sadness, and wondering where the fuck you were. What the fuck you were doing, and why the fuck you left. Why did you leave?” She opens her mouth to speak, but I interrupt her. “And don’t say because I didn’t love you. Fuck you if you think I didn’t love you.”
“Because you’re invested in the game, Quin. You wanted me and Bric. Not just me.”
“If that’s not what you want,” I say, “then why the fuck are you here?”