Page 72 of Mob Star

“We can soak for a while, then eat. I saw the empty bowl on the table in your breakroom. It looked like soup.” I put her down, so we can strip.

“Shit! I forgot to wash and put that away after our talk and the patient. Fuck. I hate it when other people do that. Someone had to clean up after me.”

“You’ll make it up to whoever ended up doing that. Do you want me to cook for you, or do you want to order something?”

“Honestly, I don’t mind what we eat. I just want to be close to you.”

I test the water before looping my arms around her waist and drawing her against me. “I want you close to me, too. I’m sorry I had to be away from you when you found out about your dad.”

“Thanks, but it worked out that you saw Uncle Corey.”

“I suppose. I still think it would have been better for me to be here for you.”

“You were. You got the message that I needed you, so you called as soon as you could. I got to talk to you, and I felt better for it. The problem isn’t solved yet, but I felt more equipped to deal with it after talking to you. Work kept me plenty occupied, but knowing I can depend on you let me stay focused. My patients deserve my full attention, and not being terrified that something else is going to happen to my family let me do that. Thank you, Daddy.”

I tip her chin up. “Always, little one.”

Something passes between us. A silent understanding that we could date for months— a year— whatever —then commit to a future together. Or we can just admit we’ve found our soulmate and start life together. I’ve already fallen hard for her. I know I’m more than halfway to falling in love. I believe our lives are entwined for good, so I know I’ll love her. I don’t know if she feels the same way, but I think she does.

We step into the tub once I turn off the water. She leans back against my chest, my legs bracketing her hips. We sigh at the same time, then laugh. Her hands rest on my upper shins, and my arms are around her ribs. I close my eyes, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this content.

Then my phone rings. I haven’t debriefed Dillan yet. I can’t ignore it. I stretch to grab my pants and pull it out. It’s Sean. I’m tempted to ignore it, but a wave of doom washes over me.

“Hey.”

“Welcome home. Everything with Marco went to shite.”

I glance down at Thea, unsure if she heard what my brother said. “Can I call you back in ten minutes?”

“What? No. Finn, we have a shitstorm right now. Steven Russo stole a shite ton of money from us. The FBI-ATF bust went to shite, and Elizabeth got caught up in it. And someone just took out Lorcan Cullen in his office. A fecking sniper. A kill shot better than anyone short of Robert Simms. Oh, and there’s another problem. He’s dead. We?—”

“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll call you back in a bit.”

“Finn, what the— are you not alone? Is Ally with you?”

“Yes. I’ll talk to you later.”

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck! Holy fuck.

That’s a lot to take in. I turned down the volume while Sean spoke, so I know Thea couldn’t hear anything else. She sits forward and reaches for the body wash. She doesn’t turn toward me as she lathers her arms.

“You need to go, don’t you?”

“Yeah, probably. I’ll call Sean back when we’re done.”

“I don’t want to keep you from talking to your brother.”

“Little one, he didn’t tell me the sky is falling.” Though it probably is. “We can’t stay in here like I hoped, but we can shower, then head to Dillan’s.”

“We? Your brothers don’t want me there.”

“How do you know? I’m not leaving you alone here. Not because I’m scared you aren’t safe. I’m not leaving you here because I’ve been away from you for three days, and I want to at least be in the same building as you. And once I find out what’s going on, I have to tell the others the gist of what you told me. I won’t reveal anything you don’t want me to. But everything involving Corey is all knotted together. That means your family’s threats and our business problems intersect. If the guys have questions, I’d rather you answer for yourself, but only if you’re comfortable. I won’t push you, but I don’t want to speak for you and get it wrong.”

I release the plug, and we stand. She turns on the shower before we switch places, then faces me. Her arms go around my neck, and I want nothing more than to pick her up again now that there’re no clothes in the way. I’ve been fucking hard since I spotted her napping on the couch in the hospital. Sex in the car on the way here was only a temporary fix. As though she reads my mind, she wraps a hand around my cock and strokes. I groan, and she tightens her grip. Fucking hell.

I lift her, and she clings to me. My cock finds her cunt with no problem. I thrust into her, and she squeezes my waist. I support her as she rides me. I kiss her neck and nip at her earlobe. I kiss along her jaw until our mouths meet. Then it’s a race to see who can devour the other. When she sucks on my tongue, I nearly explode.

“Feck, Thea. I won’t last if you do that.”

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