Page 117 of Distress Signal
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REAGAN
Finn’s handswere on my waist, his mouth on my neck the second we walked in the house later that evening, smelling like fresh air and hay.
Pushing him away nearly killed me when all I wanted to do was bury my face in the warmth of his skin.
“What’s wrong?” he asked when I pulled back, his brow furrowed in concern.
I reached up and smoothed the creased skin.
“I need to read Lainey’s journals.”
Finn’s expression cleared. “Okay, no problem. West and I were going to go up in the plane again anyway.”
“This close to sunset?”
He nodded. “We think it’s a good idea to check the areas we’ve flagged to see if there is any nighttime activity. You know, lights on, vehicles in the drive. That sort of thing.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” I agreed.
“You gonna be okay here alone?”
“Of course.”
“Arm the system the second I leave, and call one of my brothers if you need anything.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Finn stilled, and his pupils expanded, irises going dark and stormy. Reaching for me, he gripped my ass and dragged me against him. I could hardly protest before his mouth descended on mine.
The kiss was crushing and punishing, feral and reckless.
I fucking loved it.
The way his tongue stroked mine, his teeth nipping my lips, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise.
When he slowed the kiss and broke free, both of us were breathing hard.
“I’ll show you ‘daddy’ later, belle.”
I grinned. “Promise?”
“Promise,”
With a final quick kiss to my mouth, he stepped away to call his twin. In ten minutes, the two drove away from Finn’s house.
I waited another ten to be sure they didn’t come back for anything before I made my move.
What Finn didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and I knew without a doubt he wouldnotapprove of my own evening excursion.
I experienced onlya moment of trepidation as I parked in the deserted lot at Sunset Ridge. If something were to happen to me, there would be no one to hear my struggles, no one nearby to come if I called for help.
But this was something I had to do, and this ridge seemed like the best place to do it.
Pushing my misgivings to the side, I got out, collected my camera bag and the box of Lainey’s journal pages, and moved toward the edge of the cliff.
