Ali squeezed his fingers lightly, letting him know she wasn’t set to castrate him over the gun issue right here and now. Later, when she had her energy back, he might be wise to worry. But for now they were good.
Her skin was cool like the sheets and the smell of the antiseptic cream lingered. Beneath the soap and the shampoo came the scent of her. Warm and lovely and his.
His and theirs. Whatever.
They had pulled the curtains, locked the doors. Wellwishers and the curious alike could take a flying fuck. They were not home to visitors.
“Close your eyes,” Finn ordered her without opening his own.
She did not.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so awake in my life.” Al stared at the ceiling, placed a hand on the arm the kid had thrown across her chest.
“You’re safe, babe. Everything’s fine,” Dan told her, wanting to believe it. Needing to believe it. Because he was more than willing to throw himself off cliffs for her, but that wasn’t stopping the bullshit from happening. It wasn’t keeping her safe. That had to change. Ali appeared to have gone ten rounds with the champ and not emerged the winner. “No more adventures for you. Either Finn or I will keep you company for the foreseeable future. You need to stick close to home for a while.”
She said nothing.
In days of yore, circa late last week, her silence might have been cause for concern. He knew her better now, knew she was mul ing things over, choosing her words with care.
Finn broke first, rising up on one elbow and dealing Daniel the death glare. “You could give her some space to recoup.”
“You disagree with me?”
The kid’s pretty face drew tight, and he shook his head. “No. I just wasn’t going to lay it all out on the line at this particular point in time.”
His honey snorted. “You were going to attempt to manage me, you mean.”
“I was going to attempt to protect you. Not that you make it easy.” Finn put his hand to her face, and her focus shifted off the ceiling and onto him. Neither smiled. “You’re not stupid, Al. The situation isn’t right. You’re at risk. We need to know why.”
“Oh please, I’m at risk over my sleeping arrangements. Kind of obvious since it’s the only standout thing about me right now, given the state of the world. Also, I don’t want to be a job for you.” Her bottom lip trembled, gray eyes shone.
Daniel stared, spellbound. He loved it when her mouth did that. The stern set of her jaw, however, didn’t alter in the least.
“Can’t you understand?” she asked. “Or are you too far gone on your serve and protect bullshit to figure it out?”
The kid frowned, surprised. “My serve and protect bul shit?”
“Yes,” she said.
And then in one smooth move Finn rose up over her. He nudged her legs apart with a knee and settled between them, an arm set beside her head to take his weight. Daniel scooted over to make room, curious about the kid’s plans.
“Finn.” Her brow furrowed as she pushed at him. “Get off me.”
“No,” Finn said. “We’re talking.”
“We can talk without you lying on top of me.”
“No, we can’t.”
“Finn—”
“See, I’ve got all sorts of warning bells going off in my head, Al. That statement you made sounds far too similar to the last time we had one of these talks. After that talk, I ended up sleeping somewhere else. Remember?” Finn’s voice was all reason as his hand burrowed down between their bodies.
It was the first time the kid had touched her in an overtly sexual way in front of Dan. They were covering new ground here and it felt right, hell, it felt good. His blood raced. Voyeurism just might be a field sport he could get right into after all because it certainly wasn’t jealousy rising to the fore. Ali’s mouth opened on an “oh”, her hips kicking upward. The bed shook as the kid found his target. Dan’s cock stirred against her thigh.
“I hated that,” said Finn. “Hated fighting with you. Hated being away from you. Then, I was partly at fault. But this time, I’m not. So I’m staying put.”
His girl growled and squirmed and got nowhere.
“Your logic escapes me. Get your fucking fingers out of me.” Her hands shoved at the kid’s thick shoulders, not moving him at all.
“Finn!”
“My fucking fingers aren’t in you. Yet. Be patient.”
“Daniel …”
“He does have a point,” Daniel said, relishing the whole scene more than a little. “You do seem to be starting a fight for no reason.”
Her mouth twisted and those familiar twin spots of red lit her cheeks. So pretty.
He sighed, dramatically. “Hon, it’s not real y fair to expect me to get involved in a fight between you and your other boyfriend.”
“Get him off me,” his girl gritted out.
Finn looked at him, eyes fierce, daring him to do it.
“Easy, tiger. This is between you two.” Dan held up a hand in surrender, grinning broadly. “So long as you’re not hurting her, I’m not interfering.”
The tirade this set loose from his babe was mighty. They both ignored it.
“I would never hurt her,” Finn snapped, fingers still busy between her legs.
“I know,” Dan said, shifting his hard-on to a more comfortable position. “That’s why I’m not interfering. So … what happens next?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX