Page 141 of Distress Signal
Staring deeply into my eyes, so deep he cut straight to my soul, he said, “I love you, Reagan.”
“I love you, Finn.”
With those three words, he drove into me.
“Fuck,” I groaned. Despite having taken him earlier and the orgasm he’d just given me, the fit was deliciously tight, my pussy stinging slightly as I tried to adjust to his size.
Finn withdrew slowly until only the head of his cock remained inside me.
“Say it again.”Thrust.
“I love you.”Thrust.
“Promise me you’ll stay.”Thrust.
“As if I could ever leave you.”Thrust.
Words left us as we were lost to the slow rocking of our hips. I intertwined my good hand with his, and he pressed them into the mattress by my head as the other gripped my hip. Finn drove us higher and higher until the pressure in my core burst forth, a wave of pleasure cresting and crashing down, pulling us both under.
thirty-nine
. . .
FINN
Friday passedin a flurry of activity. Mainly, I did what I could to avoid helping with last minute wedding stuff by putting in some much-needed time at work. Reagan had taken a lot of my focus in recent months, and while I knew my foreman, Abel, and the rest of my ranch hands were happy to pick up the slack—and extra hours—I had always been a hands-on business owner. I didn’t enjoy not being in the loop. Before the sun had fully risen, I kissed a still-asleep Reagan goodbye and headed to the barn.
First, I fed all the animals and spent some time grooming them. I let the goats and two Highland cows out to roam in the paddock while I did the same for the horses. Next, I collected eggs from all the chickens and brought them up to the house for Mama, refusing her offer of breakfast for the first time in my life. I knew if I stayed, I’d be roped into hanging ribbons or arranging flowers, or some other stupid shit I wanted no part of.
When that was all done, I took a couple hours to work with the one rescue horse we currently had stabled. Though still a bit skittish, she was far more sociable than she’d been when we’dtaken her in the month before. Abel and the team had done great work on her so far. However, we all agreed the Arabian mare, whose name was Capricorn, would be better suited away from the hustle and bustle of the wedding festivities, so I took her with me when I headed home shortly after eight.
Then I made love to my girl—on the bedandin the shower.
Around midday, I left to help my brothers haul the archway West and I had built ages ago out to Crew and Aspen’s ceremony spot.
We dicked around out there far longer than was necessary, none of us keen to return to the mayhem back at the big house and big barn.
That evening, rehearsal dinner passed in a blink of good food—catered, though, so not as amazing as Mama’s cooking—drinks, and time spent with the best family a guy could ask for.
Since Crew and Aspen would be spending the night apart in observation of the old and, in my opinion, antiquated tradition, the girls and Jace were staying at the big house while the rest of us retreated to West’s.
I pulled Reagan aside before we left.
“You gonna be okay?” I asked her.
She rolled her eyes in a way that had me wanting to fuck the attitude right out of her. “I’m fine, Finn.”
I sighed, knowing she was right; she was safe here. “I just hate being away from you. If something happened…”
“Nothing is going to happen,” she assured me. “This place has more cameras on it than a casino floor, and I don’t doubt Trey will be keeping an eye on us no matter what you guys get up to tonight. The only place safer is our house.”
Our. Damn, I loved the sound of that.
“What exactly do you think we’re going to do?”
She smirked. “Get drunk and talk about your feelings?”
“Nah, baby. We’ll save that shit for you guys.”
