Page 64 of Finn

“You can stalk me all you want, baby.” He lies next to me, opens his arms, and I scoot next to him and place my hand on his chest. It raises and lowers with each breath he takes. “You want to catch me up on what I missed?”

I don’t really want to but I figure naked conversations with Finn—even if they entail my brother—are better than clothed conversations with Finn. “Well, after Cole neutralized the threat...” I say, mimicking my brother’s voice so he knows those aren’t my words. “...I went back to work. Then I went to the Ring and watched the fights with Jared and Jaz. One of your guys got knocked out. Like, scarily knocked out cold.”

He freezes his slow perusal of his fingertips against my hip. “Who?”

I shrug. “Sorry. I don’t remember the name. You’ll have to ask Jax. Afterward, I just couldn’t stay away any longer, so I showed up here like a true creeper. Your brother let me in, and I slept in your bed. The next morning, he asked how come I hadn’t been back to work at the shop. I didn’t think you’d really want me there since you weren’t answering my texts...” His lips pull down into a frown. “So...that’s when it came out that you didn’t have cell phone service. Your brother thought that was hilarious, by the way. He probably needs a throat punch.”

“Throat punch?”

“Yeah, that’s what I threaten my brother with when he pisses me off.”

Finn shakes his head. “Nope, we do kidney punches. Hurts a lot more.”

Well, he would know. “Then he deserves a kidney punch.”

Finn chuckles, the sound like pure warmth. He turns over to start running his fingers through my hair. “You should know I’m not mad at your brother. I deserved to be called out that day in the tower, but I just couldn’t fucking stop myself from wanting you anymore.”

“He was wrong,” I tell him, biting the inside of my lip. “He shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

“He’s just being a big brother.”

“Ugh,” I grumble. “That’s what your brother said.”

“Of course he did,” Finn muses. “In any case…” He curls his fingers around my ear. “I don’t care who your brother is. I don’t care who you are past the girl I see in front of me right now. I’m not willingly leaving you again. Period.”

My heart squeezes. I tangle my legs with his as if I can keep him true to his word with that small action. “Ditto. I’m done hiding from my feelings. I don’t care if Cole doesn’t like it. Or Jax.”

Finn breaks out into another award-winning smile. “If Jax let you spend the night here without me, you’ve won him over. You don’t even need to worry about that.”

“Well, that’s a step in the right direction.”

He moves his hands down to cup my ass, and I wrap my arm around his neck, kissing the side of this throat.

Now, all I have to do is make sure Cole doesn’t put on his gang leader persona and try to force his will on either of us.

27

Unsurprisingly, when Finn and I come up for air, Jaz has left a slew of messages on my phone.

HE’S BACK?!?!?!

STOP GETTING DICK, I NEED THE DEETS

BITCH, I SWEAR TO GOD.

IF YOU’RE IGNORING ME FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN DICK, WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS ANYMORE.

Finn reads over my shoulder while we’re at the breakfast table, pressing a chaste kiss to my shoulder. He breaks out into a smile. “Well, there was lots of that,” he says, playfully nipping me.

Jax looks like he’s going to throw up, but he keeps his comments to himself. The big lug is happy his brother is home, too. I can feel it. Even if it is because Finn can take care of the dog again. “Are you coming to work today?”

Finn nods, then narrows his gaze when Jax slips a bowl of oatmeal across the table toward me. The bastard’s been lessening the sugar in it each time, but I’m too happy to call him out on it right now. Plus, I’m going to need energy to keep up with my sex drive. Finn is a tank. Built to fucking last.

Praise the sex gods.

“And you?” Jax asks, glancing at me.

Since we’re up at the buttcrack of dawn again, I’m not in any danger of being late to work. My plan is to drop by the apartment with a coffee for Jaz to smooth things over with her, and then we’ll head to work together. Instead of giving the brothers a play-by-play, I tell them duty calls, and that duty is sitting behind a counter playing with other people’s money.

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