Page 27 of Finn

This girl deserves so much more than a broken guy like me, but I fucking hope she doesn’t leave. She seems to be able to keep the voices of my past a little quieter, and I like it.

I really fucking like it.

I finish my coffee and crush out my cigarette when Mia comes out of the bathroom. She looks fucking amazing. Her long blonde hair has loose curls in it. Her makeup is dark, making her bright blue eyes pop. The tight jeans she has on and strapless black shirt make my dick hard. She looks like she belongs at Souls Two.

“Damn, baby. You look fucking good,” I say, wrapping my arms around her.

She smiles up at me, biting her lip. “You don’t think it’s too much?”

I grin, pressing my lips to hers, biting on her bottom lip as I pull away. “No, you look sexy as hell.”

“I really don’t know what I’m qualified to do,” she says, searching my eyes.

“Harper will help you.”

She nods, pulls away from me and sits down to slip on her black boots.

I can see the uncertainty in her eyes, so I sit next to her, resting my hand on her leg. “What’s going on in that gorgeous head?”

She gives a small smile and sighs. “What if I’m only qualified to strip?”

My hand tightens on her leg as my eyes harden on hers. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Her eyes widen as she stares at me. “I’m just nervous they’ll want me to strip,” she whispers.

“No one but me gets to see your perfect, tight body. No one but me gets to touch you. No one gets a glimpse of what is mine. You understand? You’re mine, Mia, and I don’t share with anyone,” I growl, feeling a wave of anger, jealousy, and possessiveness I’ve never felt before.

Her eyes drop to the floor, and I close mine, scrubbing my face. I drop to my knees in front of her and grab her hands. She lifts her confused eyes to mine, and I sigh.

“I’m sorry, Mia. I’m not trying to make you feel intimidated or controlled. The thought of someone else seeing you makes my skin burn as a wave of anger I’ve never felt takes over. I don’t know how to control that feeling, but I do know one hundred percent for sure you will not be stripping. You’re my girl, so it’s not an option. The girls who strip have no connection to the club. Harper won’t even allow that to be a choice,” I explain.

She leans forward and crashes her lips to mine. I don’t expect it, but I fucking grab her, pulling her closer. Her kiss is wild, and it makes my cock throb. She lets out a moan as my fingers tighten in her hair.

I pull back, both of us panting from the aggressive kiss.

Her heated eyes bounce between mine. “I didn’t feel intimidated or controlled. Your possessiveness turned me on,” she whispers.

“Fuck,” I growl, digging my fingers into her sides. “That’s good, baby, ‘cause it’s something I don’t think I’ll ever be able to control.”

“I don’t want you to,” she says, biting her lip.

A knock on the door has me pulling my eyes away from hers. “Hello?”

“Hey,” I say, smiling up at Gillian.

She looks between us and laughs. “Am I interrupting?”

I glance at Mia, pressing a soft kiss beneath her ear. “Tonight, I’m going to show you just how possessive I can be.”

I stand up and grin at Gillian. “Nope.”

Mia quickly finishes getting her boots on and goes to get her phone and purse. I glance behind me to make sure she isn’t there and turn back to Gillian. “She’s nervous. Don’t make this a test for her, alright? Let her start to feel like she belongs,” I quietly say.

A huge smile takes over her face as she nods. “And you were worried you wouldn’t know how to do this,” she says, giving me a wink.

Before I can say anything, Mia comes back into the living room. “Hey Gillian, sorry I didn’t say it when you walked it,” she says, blushing slightly.

Damn, that blush is new, and I fucking like it.

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