Page 69 of Mob Star

He presses me to lean against him, and my head goes to his shoulder as he massages my sore nipple and breast. He’s flexing his hip to press his cock deeper into me while I roll my hips.

“Sleep, leanbh. Traffic’s going to make it at least half an hour before we’re home.”

We’re home. Not my place or my condo or even the condo. He makes it sound as though we both live there. Like it’s completely natural to think of it as ours.

He strokes my back, and I’m asleep before I know it. When I wake, I immediately register the feeling that he’s inside me. He’s still hard. His thrusts are a little harder than before, and I’m moving my hips more. But it doesn’t feel like we’re fucking. He’s just making sure he can stay inside me.

“Thea, we’ll be home in ten minutes. It’s time for me to fill you with my cum.”

It’s like he’s saying it’s time to grab my stuff before we get to his place. Like it’s time to put away small hand-held devices, stow trays, and return my chair to the upright position. I nearly laugh. Then he turns us, so my back is on the seat. He thrusts deep, and I’m moaning, not laughing. We move together, and I can’t get enough. Warming his cock was comforting. This is life giving.

“Daddy, I need to come. Please.”

“You don’t have to ask. Come as many times as you can. I want to see you. I want to get off from getting you off.”

My fingers dig into his back as I feel my first orgasm. I’ve come more than once with other men, but never like with Finn. The second is usually not as strong. Every orgasm with Finn feels like an out of body experience. He doesn’t let up until I’ve come three times. Then he surges into me one more time before holding himself in me. I watch his abs ripple as he comes.

“Thea, you know it’s more than just getting off.”

“I do.”

“Then I need you to believe I won’t turn against you. I don’t want more secrets or lies than there have to be. I don’t tell you things for your safety, not because I don’t trust you. I need you to trust me, too.”

“I do, Finn. I’ll tell you everything I know.”

He helps me get my clothes back on, and he’s true to his word. He carries me into his place, but we stop in the living room. His couch looks like the most comfortable one I’ve ever seen. He has a massive TV mounted on the wall.

“We like rugby.”

He reads my mind as I look up there. I assumed it was something like football. I bet you’d think you were on the field watching any sport on it. I notice the library he has. It’s an eclectic assortment of books, from academic and professional to travel to classics. His kitchen could rival Martha Stewart’s.

“I’m the best cook.”

He sits down with me in his lap. I really wish I could nap more. Maybe later. He’s quiet, letting me collect my thoughts. This is probably going to be a long ass story, but I start at the very beginning.

“I remember Uncle Corey coming around sometimes when I was really little. I remember the sound of his motorcycle more than I do him. My dad would leave with him, and it used to upset me because he wouldn’t be home in time to tuck me in. He did that every night. As I got older, that happened more infrequently, but when it did, my mom would never tell any of us where Papa went or when he would come back. Now that I know you, maybe my mom didn’t know. When I was twelve, my parents felt I was old enough to ride on the back of my dad’s bike. Neither of my brothers were allowed on it before they were twelve. Mom and Papa believed we understood the danger and took holding onto our dad’s waist seriously. I loved it when he’d take me out. We’d ride near the Charles and over the bridges. We’d do a loop around Boston Common, and I’d see all the houses in Beacon Hill. I used to imagine I’d become some world-renowned surgeon at Mass General and have a home there.”

I smile and shake my head as I picture those rides with my dad.

“By the time I got to med school, I knew I didn’t want to be a surgeon. I also knew I would never live in Boston again. When I was thirteen, I developed a crush on this boy. I was in seventh grade, and he was in high school. I knew him through Uncle Corey. He’d started coming around again, but he never came inside the house. I remember Papa wouldn’t allow it. I was walking home from school, and this boy was there. I thought he was so cute. I thought he enjoyed talking to me. He was distracting me, so I wouldn’t interrupt Papa and Uncle Corey. We talked for like an hour, and I was in love. Puppy love. When I glanced over at the house a few times, I thought Papa was talking to his uncle and two of his men. I didn’t realize until much later they were keeping my dad from getting to me. That Uncle Corey had a gun pointed at my dad’s heart and would have gladly shot him if he’d called out to me. I didn’t know there was a man behind me with his gun pointing at me and would have killed me right before Uncle Corey shot Papa.”

I close my eyes, a vivid picture of that day replacing the happy ones of riding on my dad’s bike with him.

“The high school let out thirty minutes before the middle school, so Chris would walk me home. I thought I was the shit because girls who barely noticed me started asking about him. But Jamie found out and lost his ever-loving mind. He’s three years older than me and knew the guy from school. He told me the guy not only drank and smoked, but he also tagged people’s houses and businesses. He said he got into fights and used a knife to win them. I didn’t want to believe him, but the more Jamie told me, the more I realized it was all plausible. I tried to be polite when I told Chris I didn’t want him to walk me home anymore. He didn’t take it well. He started yelling at me outside a convenience store that had six bikes parked out front.”

Another memory I wish I didn’t have.

“The two men who were with Uncle Corey the day I met Chris came out when they heard him screaming at me. Rather than stop Chris, they laughed at me. They called me a cock tease and a slut. I was thirteen. I barely knew what those meant. I was so ashamed. The only person I told was Jamie. My brother was three inches taller than Chris and at least twenty pounds heavier. They had gym the same period. I don’t know what my brother said, but I know he got in Chris’s face and made sure he understood he better stay away from me. Chris’s younger brother was in my grade. A couple months after Chris left me alone, Jared started following me around. His friends never sat at the same lunch table as my friends and me, but he kept coming over. He’d just stare at me. He and his friends would hang out near my locker when I got to school, and they’d follow me out of school. I told Jamie, and he started walking me home. After that, no one paid attention to me for like a year-and-a-half.”

Then I sprouted tits and an ass.

“When I started my freshman year, I’d developed a lot over the previous summer. A few guys asked me out, but my parents didn’t allow me to date until I was sixteen. After six months, no one asked anymore. I figured I’d said no enough times no one wanted to bother. I still think that’s a lot of the reason why I dated so little in high school. I got a reputation for being a prude even though I always explained my parents wouldn’t let me. That was the same time Uncle Corey came around the house again. He and Papa had some horrible arguments. Papa even pushed him out the front door the one time Papa allowed him in. I don’t know what they argued about, but Papa said something one night because when Uncle Corey walked past the living room— they’d been in the basement —he looked terrified. Papa looked furious. The next morning, Chris and Jared were at my locker. They told me they’d beat the shit out of my younger brother, Rod, if I didn’t hang out with them that afternoon. Jamie was home sick, so I couldn’t go to him. Rod was still in middle school. I believed Chris and Jared, so I agreed to meet them at the park across the street from school. I figured it was close enough that I could scream and run to safety.”

I swallow and curl into a ball. Finn holds me tighter, kissing my forehead. His hand runs over the outside of my arm and up and down my back, soothing me.

“They led me to the far side of the park. Way farther away from the school than I wanted to be. I tried to turn back, but they each grabbed my arm and pretty much dragged me. There were a dozen bikes parked on the street, and I recognized several of Corey’s men. This guy, Mark, came over and scared the shit out of me with the way his eyes ran all over me. He kept looking at my chest, trying to make me uncomfortable. I refused to show how terrified I was. I looked down my nose at him, which made the other men laugh at him. He reached out to slap me, but this senior I recognized caught his arm in time. He pushed Mark out of the way and told Chris and Jared to fuck off. I didn’t trust him, but I was relieved. I’d thought Chris was cute, but Elijah was Shemar Moore level hot. He offered to give me a ride home, but I refused. Not a fucking chance in hell, even if he was fine.”

When I said Elijah wanted me on his bike, I felt Finn tense. I stroke his chest, and he relaxes.

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