Page 87 of Broken Warrior
“Yes. You think for one minute I’d lie about something like that?”
Fin shakes his head. “No, Tate,I don’t. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. I could feel your cum on my thighs long before I filled you up with my own.”
“Finlay!” I gasp.
“What?”
I sit up a little so I can look at him. “I had no idea you had such a…dirty mouth.”
He chuckles and shakes his head as both hands start sliding up and down my back. “All for you, angel. You bring something out of me that even I didn’t know was there.”
With what I’m sure is a dreamy—and admittedly goofy—smile, I kiss my man again then wrap my arms around him and bury my face in Fin’s neck.
This was perfect, it was beautiful and special despite the plans this sweet man may have wanted to make for our first time together. And even though this moment—and Fin—was everything I could have asked for and more, everything I wanted and dreamt of having when it comes to true love, I know without a doubt these euphoric feelings won’t last. Our love will, how we feel and what we want is forever, but these feelings right now in this moment are unfortunately fleeting. Not just because Fin and I left so much unsaid, not even because we both still have so much work to do on ourselves.
Fin and I won’t ever truly be able to be together living the life we both so desperately want and deserve as long as Gino Valetti is still out there, while he’s sending his men after me, and he will not stop until one of us is dead. And I have to believe in my heart of hearts that Fin will be the one to end this for all of us.
He can, and he will, because Finlay is my forever.
But at what cost?
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
FIN
“I think this piece goes there,”I say with a frown as I scan the directions, a tiny lego in one hand, about fifty in the other. “It looks like it could be a taillight.”
“Good job, Fin.” James smiles wide as I look up. “I think yous right about that.”
I chuckle as he takes the little red plastic piece from my palm and sets to attaching it to the back of the Lego Harley Fat Boy.
This is the third motorcycle we’ve built today, and by the time we’re done James is going to have an entire fleet that puts the club to shame. And he’s been cracking me up the whole time.
First it was all of his incredibly unique and made-up names for the various parts of the bikes, thesmoke blower-buttbeing my favorite so far when he was attaching an exhaust pipe.
Then James went on to tell me all kinds of stories about staying with his Auntie Dori and Uncle Zak.
Walking in on our lead enforcer while he was taking a shit, my little buddy announcing that itsmelled like rotten picklesloud enough that Fabio picked up the phrase and uses it frequently.
All the farting Theo does now that she has a babypushing on her gutsall the time.
James was utterly repulsed by his aunt’s new cravings, which have started to include things like chalk dipped in A-1 sauce and applesauce with raw beets. I have to agree with him there though, Blondie is having one hell of a pregnancy and that kid is coming up with some wild shit for his mama to eat before he exits the womb.
After all the talk about his cousin, James decided to make me the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been while sober by asking me where babies came from and if I could help his mom make him a little brother or sister.
Let me tell you what, for as much as I want to be the one to teach James all about life, and maybe one day give him a sibling, I was severely unprepared for that conversation.
Thankfully, Tate walked into the room after a few minutes of my mouth hanging open and distracted my little buddy with lunch.
We ate together then said goodbye to our girl, who was going with Sofie, Ember, and the rest of the girls—and of course Prez and Marbles—to get even more shit for Theo’s baby shower next weekend, so it’s just me and James for most of today.
Which is nice because I missed ourman time, as he calls it.
I missed James so fucking much, to be honest, and before I went to rehab I lived for the days where he and I could hang out together.
So, today is all about Lego sets then heading out to the farmhouse to take care of the animals. And possibly a happy meal depending on when Tate gets home, because her son has me just as whipped as she does, and if he drops one more hint about McDonald’s I might run out and buy the closest franchise just so James can have it whenever he wants.
The kid lives for chicken nuggets.
