Page 45 of Finn

Checking my phone to see if Dempsey texted me, hesitation claws at me when I don’t find anything. I move cautiously around the coffee table that I’ve been using as a footrest and tiptoe toward the door. I peer through the peephole and recoil when I recognize the figure on the other side of the door.

Holy shit. Finn’s here.

I swing the door open and spot the two tote bags that I left at his house on his shoulder. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he greets me. I step back, allowing him to come in. Before shutting the door, I peer back down the hallway toward the elevator and spot the two guards still there, talking amongst each other. “Apparently I’m on an approved list.” My stomach tugs at his dejected voice.

Shutting the heavy door behind us, I flip the lock before spinning to face him. “You brought my stuff.”

“It’s the least I could do.” He sets the two bags down next to the couch, and when he turns, he opens his arms wide.

I walk willingly into them, squeezing his back and settling my head on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” He shakes his head. “I’m worried about you. Did you hear anything more about what’s going on?”

“No. I’m supposed to sit pretty in this room until Cole gets back. Oh and probably after he gets back, too.”

He squeezes me one last time and then steps away. He glances around the place, but he seems oddly comfortable here. It would make sense that he’s been in the suite before since he was good friends with Kyla and her four men. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened back in the parking lot. I shouldn’t have tried to stop Dempsey from taking you. I just—”

“Wanted me with you?” I ask hopefully.

He lifts his gaze. “So fucking bad.” He takes a deep breath then lets it rattle out of his chest. “Jax had to send me home because I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I was just petting Maxie, watching him run around the house looking for you, and then I remembered you’d probably need things to wear.”

I smirk at that. “You know there’s nothing in those bags I can wear in front of my brother.”

His gaze heats, then his fingers flex at his side. The hair skimming his ears falls forward. Everything about him says he’s one step away from dangling over the edge of a razor blade.

Little by little, he lets his gaze drop. I’m still wearing the same outfit I left Elite Boxing in, but this time, he takes his damn time studying me. He spends so much time inspecting the curve of the bra cut that shows off my cleavage that my nipples turn to points.

His slow perusal moves lower, faltering on the peek of bare skin showing above my belly button and then the tight pants that hug every line of my thighs and calves until he moves back up again.

“I’m scared,” he admits. He places his hand over his chest. “I’m scared that what happened to Kyla is going to happen again, and even more terrifying is the fact that it’s you. I liked Kyla like a friend, but you’re so much more.”

I walk forward, feeling like the world is tilting beneath me. It’s not because of the situation I’m in. It’s because of Finn. Maybe I just don’t understand how bad this is because I’ve been staying out of gang shit for so long. I repeatedly looked the other way and avoided everything that had to do with the Crew because of who my brother was.

Rationally, I understand, but I’ve never been in deep with it. Not like Finn has.

I finally reach him, cupping his face in my palm. The electricity that passes between us in just that small touch is a precursor that launches us together. He moves into my palm, kissing the inside of my wrist. Then he tugs me forward, swooping down to capture my lips in his with bruising intensity. It’s as if the time period between now and when we were in his office never existed. We pick up right where we left off, his hands on my ass, his kiss trailing over my jaw, down my neck, and finally to my collarbone.

I arch into him, giving him as much space to explore as he wants. I thread my fingers through his hair, tearing my nails back down his scalp, and he grunts, increasing the pressure of his kisses.

“Finn,” I breathe out at the same time I force his lips back to mine. We attack each other with a ferocity. Call it need. Or desire. Or call it just desperation that we’ve been holding back on something that’s just begging to break free.

He skims his hands back up my sides, his thumbs caressing the sides of my breasts. I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel him. Taking his hand, I move it to cup my breast, and he groans. He kneads me, fingers working my tit in his hands. I break the kiss to moan, arching even more into his touch.

His free hand roams down, cupping my ass and then sliding across my thighs as he tugs me up. I make a short sound of protest, but then I’m in his arms and he’s carrying me across the floor.

Dear fucking lord. I thought this only happened in movies.

I wrap my legs around his hips, his rock-hard cock greeting me between my thighs. He passes his thumb over my hardened nipple, and I roll my hips, encouraging him to keep going, to explore more, to do everything he imagined when he was touching himself with thoughts of me.

He holds my back steady while carefully lowering me to the bed. The mattress is like a soft embrace as Finn follows, nudging my legs wide so he can kneel between them.

Pulling away, he stares down at me. His hair falls forward, obscuring the corners of his amber-flecked blue eyes. It’s dark in the bedroom. The halo of light from the door lights him up from behind, giving him an almost ethereal glow. I press my lips together to keep from telling him that he looks like an angel because that’s ridiculously unsexy, but the thought stays with me anyway. His dirty blond hair highlighted in light only solidifies my thoughts. If he was smiling, I’d be thoroughly convinced.

Instead, he’s studying me. Our gazes collide, and I breathe out. “Do you want to have sex with me, Finn?” I ask coyly.

A grin breaks across his face. “I want that...and so much more.”

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