Extraction Point (Ricochet 3)

Rick waited for her to finish her thought, but she didn’t. “Quinn?” He reached over and nudged her chin with his gloved hands, bringing her face up so he could see it.

Her cheeks flushed red. “I wanted to keep training with Xavier. I thought… I mean, I know I wasn’t able to get away from Travis, but maybe… forget it. It’s stupid.”

“No. It’s not stupid. It’s a great idea.” He kept his eyes steady on hers. “When you’re fully healed. Okay?” How Quinn thought she was going to train when her body was still healing from being so broken, he didn’t know. But he would help her feel confident in defending herself, even if it took a lifetime for her to get to that point.

Quinn nodded that she understood. Rick let go of her chin, quickly shed his gear, and threw on a shirt. “I’m done for today. Let’s go.”

He slung an arm around her shoulders, hugging her to his side. Rick loved how perfectly she fit under his arm. She was small enough to tuck right up against him. When she wrapped her arm around his waist to help keep her balance as they walked, he smiled like an idiot, ignoring the ‘you’re so whipped’ smirks his teammates were throwing his way.

Once they were in her apartment, Rick caught Quinn staring at him again with that look. The one that made his body react instantly, as if she lit a match and tossed it into a can of gasoline. She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against him, grinding her lower body into his groin. Man, when she wanted something, he had a hell of a time denying her. How could he when she rubbed her hot body all over his?

A bolt of lust zinged through Rick from the heady contact. He hissed, the air leaving his lungs sharply. “No doll. You’re not well enough yet.” Rick tried to pry Quinn off of him, but she held on tight and he felt his willpower crumbling. Most of her bruising was gone, only a few tender spots remained, but he still felt like he was taking advantage.

“I need you, Rick. Please?” She nuzzled the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder, her hot breath caressing his skin. When he felt her small tongue swipe at the corded tendons, then her teeth nibble on them, his resolve weakened further.

“Don’t do this to me, doll. It’s not right. You need to heal.” Rick was damn near panting now, straining from the effort it took to hold back. The urge to thrust his pelvis forward to get more of that friction on his cock was overwhelming.

When her hand snaked down to palm his erection through his thin nylon shorts, he was done. Game over. Rick dropped his head to capture Quinn’s mouth, groaning when she opened to him. She wound her arms around his neck, threading her fingers in the too-long hair that curled at the ends over his neck and ears. Quinn tugged on it, sending a series of sparks straight to his dick.

Rick tore his mouth away, his breath quick and heavy. “Are you sure?”

She pulled his head down for another long kiss. “Yes.”

He grabbed her hand and spun around, towing her towards the bedroom. Quinn tried to slow down as they neared the bed but Rick kept going, pulling her along. He didn’t stop until they were in the bathroom where let go of her hand only to reach into the glass enclosure to start the shower.

Rick quickly shed his fight shorts and shirt. Next, he turned to pull Quinn’s loose T-shirt up over her head. He winced when he caught sight of a faded bruise that remained along her ribcage, fury boiling inside him, clawing to be let out to extract his pound of flesh from Travis Hardy. Knowing she was still somewhat sore, Rick helped Quinn remove her shorts and panties, lowering them down her legs as she stepped out of them.

After checking the temperature of the water, he let Quinn get in the shower first, following behind and shutting the glass door.

“Mmmmm, feels so good.” Quinn was standing under the hot spray, letting the water run over her head and down her body.

“Turn around.” Rick poured a handful of shampoo and gently washed Quinn’s hair, giving her a thorough scalp massage before rinsing out the foam.

She faced him, a blissed out look in her eyes. “Your turn.”

Instead of turning away, Rick bent over at the waist so Quinn could reach his head without stretching her tender muscles. He groaned at the feel of her nails scratching his scalp. His already hard cock got impossibly harder watching her breasts bounce at eye level while she lathered his hair.

“Jesus.”

“What Rick?”

“Nothing. Just… you. You’re amazing.”

Quinn pulled her hands back, washing them under the spray. “Rinse.”

They switched places, Rick letting the foam run down his body and into the drain. Quinn was watching the soap stream over his slick skin, her face and neck flushing with desire. His dick was so hard he thought he might pass out if he didn’t do something about it. When Quinn’s roving gaze landed on his stiff cock and she licked her lips, he knew he’d do whatever she asked.

Quinn was mesmerized by Rick’s gorgeous body. Every muscle, every roped tendon, every inch of wet skin was perfect… masculine… addictive.

Yes—her body still ached from Travis’ hands. Yes—she still woke up each night sweating and scared. But Quinn refused to let Travis ruin this for her too, ruin her amazing physical relationship with Rick. She desired him, and didn’t want Rick to treat her as fragile and untouchable forever.

Quinn gripped Rick’s blushing cock, sliding her tight fist up and down the smooth shaft. She felt Rick shudder as his head fell back, his hips thrusting into her hand as she jacked him. Without warning, Rick pounced, his mouth landing on hers, his hands slapping against the tile wall on either side of her head, startling her. Rick nipped at her lips, biting and licking and teasing her. Then he grabbed her face with both hands and devoured her mouth, fucking her with his hot tongue as she worked his cock faster and faster.

“God… don’t stop.” Rick’s breath hitched as he hissed against her lips. “Ahhhh. Fuck. Yes!” Quinn felt Rick’s hips thrust hard and his release coated her hands and stomach, splashing her before it was whisked away by the shower spray.

Quinn giggled at Rick’s dazed look. “You can hardly stay on your feet,” she laughed when he swayed like a drunkard.

He gave her one of his perfect, white smiles. “It’s your fault, doll. If you weren’t so intoxicating, I wouldn’t be so affected.”