Shayna slowly sat down. “Zander did it?”
“Zander did it,” I said. “That was the real start of the war. Fiore lost his mind. Marie was off trying to help Mara. Each time Fiore pushed close to Zander, he fought harder. Zander had really positioned himself by taking out Antonio. So the war raged on. Fiore came to some of his senses and basically just took care of his territory. He kept Zander away and they have battled back and forth for years. But I know Fiore isn’t done grieving. I know Fiore wants to get his revenge.”
“And I’m that person now,” Shayna said. She collapsed to the couch. “I’m that person.”
I stepped to the couch and looked down at Shayna. I put a finger under her chin and lifted so her eyes met mine. “Yeah, you fucking are. Because Fiore wants a child to replace the grandson he lost. And since you’re tied to Zander, it’ll drive the man nuts. We’re both in this, deep. Now tell me everything about yourself. Your sister. Everything.”
I waited for Shayna to talk, but instead, she lifted a hand and touched between my legs.
Goddamn… she found my weak spot… not that it was hard to find.
16.
(Shayna)
I didn’t want to talk anymore. I wanted comfort. I wanted to feel okay. I was tired of being a pawn in some sick game that I had nothing to do with. I thought about being outside with Finn. Standing there, face to face. The way he yelled at me and how it turned me on. The way he grabbed at his dick and the way I squeezed at his hand, wanting to feel him.
Now I was on my own. His hands were at his sides. My hand cupped the growing steel between his legs. My other hand touched his leg and slid up. When my fingers touched the muscle of his stomach, my body ignited. My fingers curled around the top of his jeans and pulled. It was nothing but smooth, hard skin.
Next thing I knew I tore his jeans open and my hand eased around the hardness of his dick. I pulled him free and sucked in a breath at the sight before me. My eyes then met with Finn’s and he had the cocky grin. He knew what he had to offer. He knew it had been a long time for me. So long I didn’t even want to try and think about the last time I experienced anything.
My hand slid up his rock hard shaft. I moved my hand over the head of his cock and stroked him down to his root. I squeezed, unable to fully grip his thickness. My other hand touched his stomach again. His muscles were everywhere, leaving my imagination racing to what he looked like fully naked.
As I inched forward, Finn let out a breath. My lips and mouth touched him. I welcomed him in and stroked him with my hand. I moved down his cock and pulled back, feeling all of him. I came off him and looked up. I couldn’t control my breathing. I couldn’t control my mind.
Finn put his fingertips to my shoulders and pulled at me.
A second later, my mouth was back on him. I eased back and forth against him, feeling him thickening by the second. He filled my mouth completely, leaving me testing boundaries I never thought I’d test. My hand touching his stomach curled, clawing at him. My other hand stroked at him. I wanted to please all of his perfect dick. Every inch, over and over. I started to move faster, feeling more confidence in myself than I had felt in a long time. Each time my lips touched the soft ridge on the tip of his cock, he grunted. He then started to thrust at me, pulling and pushing, moving with my mouth.
It felt good. So fucking good.
I groaned and Finn hissed a breath. “Fuck, sweetie, keep doing that.”
So I did.
Back and forth, up and down, my hand stroking as my mouth savored him.
The entire scene started to speed up even more. Finn took a firm grip to the back of my head. He pulled as he thrust, sending himself deep into my mouth. He pulled back and I tightened my hold on him, making him hiss and grunt. Each time he sank into me, I groaned, just like he wanted.
As he reached his pinnacle, I took over, moving even faster. I waited until he started to climax before slowing. When I felt him explode, I sank down on him and stayed right there. I forced my tongue to move back and forth against the bottom of his pulsing shaft. My hand held at the root of his cock and I kept pumping.
I stayed right there until he was done.
When I finally pulled back and away, my face was bright red and I was out of breath. With one last swallow, I looked up at him. The look in his eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen yet with Finn.
His hands moved away from me and he quickly tucked himself away.
My body was aching. Slowly, I put my hands to the couch and gripped. I wanted Finn right now. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to do… whatever he needed to do. The moment was there and the moment was right. In all the wrong, there was a glimmer of right.
But Finn wasn’t having it.
“That’s not how to make a fucking baby,” he growled.
“You didn’t seem to mind.”
He stepped back. “You shouldn’t have fucking done that.”