Her pretty cries bounced off the bathroom walls.
She grabbed at my hands, pulling, wanting me to let her go. I released my grip and she instantly started to thrust her body at my mouth. I still couldn’t contain myself. She tasted too good. She groaned too perfectly. And the way she lifted her ass off the floor and wiggled her hips was what dreams were made of.
One hand of hers turned and she interlocked her fingers with mine. She tried to squeeze tight, maybe wanting to hurt me, maybe it was just her body’s reaction to the pleasure. My other hand was shoved up her shirt. I quickly scaled her body, feeling her warm skin give way to her hanging breast. As I cupped her tit, I growled, still remembering that she had flashed those other guys. I still had yet to see her tits, now my hand was exploring.
I felt her nipple rub against my palm.
My hand tightened around her breast; she fit perfectly into my hand.
Her hand grabbed the back of my head and she cried out. Her heels dug into the floor as she lifted her hips higher by the second. She went from trying to be sexual and grinding against my touch to simply quivering. I was in fucking control. Complete fucking control.
I broke my hands away from her and cupped her ass again. I held her there, her body almost horizontal, off the floor. My mouth deep between her thighs. Sucking at smooth folds, thrusting my tongue with speed, curling with hard movements, I brought her to the edge and beyond. The moment she began to come, her legs gave out. She would have crashed back to the floor, but I eased her down. She quickly tried to fight me away, wanting to close her legs. I ended up where I began, my hands at her legs, keeping her right where I wanted her.
I felt her throb with each pulse from deep within her body. Her sweetness flowed with ease as she groaned over and over.
My tongue got one more taste before I kissed up to her stomach and then pulled away.
I stood up and looked down at what I had done.
Shayna was on the floor, her panties torn from her body. Her shirt - my fucking t-shirt - halfway up her body. Her face was flushed, cheeks rosy red, her eyes wide. She gasped for air.
“I’m not afraid of anything,” I said and stepped over Shayna, leaving the bathroom.
That statement… that was a bold faced lie. I was afraid of something. I was afraid of the way Shayna made me feel.
~
I stood out on the porch and held my cell. It rang and rang. When the voicemail picked up, I hung up and dialed again.
It took me three times to get Cormac on the line.
“What the fuck, man?”
“I need a favor.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I need you to come to the cabin.” I turned and saw Shayna emerge from the bedroom, changed into different clothes. “I need you to watch someone for me.”
“What someone? What the hell…”
“Just be here within the hour,” I said.
I hung up the call and tucked the phone into my back pocket.
Shayna stood there and stared at me. I leaned against the railing and crossed my arms. I could still smell her, still taste her. Christ, I hadn’t even fucked her yet. And why not? I never took my time with women. I always knew what I wanted and how I wanted it.
Fuck.
Before this shit got any deeper, I needed to go visit someone. I needed to figure out if this was getting real.
20.
(Shayna)
I sat at the kitchen table and watched Finn pace like a hungry lion waiting for a steak. My body shivered and then ached, realizing that I was, in so many ways, his prey. His meal.
And I liked it.
Each time Finn turned, I saw the gun sticking out of his back pocket.
The whole thing with Fiore had him rattled. And I know I didn’t help by goading him. I did not expect him to toss me to the floor and do that to me. Yeah, part of me had wanted him to rip off my panties and fuck me, but I mostly expected him to get pissed and storm away.
He was the best I ever had… and I barely even had him yet. That alone left my body totally on fire.
“Say something,” I said.
Finn stopped and turned. “What? Want to take another jab at me?”
“Jesus, Finn. I…”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Do you want to hear about my sister?”
Now I had his complete attention.
He stepped back and put his hands to the counter. The way his shoulders puffed up made them look like massive boulders. He was just plain sexy. Every inch, top to bottom. Although there were several inches that my body wanted to feel…
My mouth ached for him again.
“We grew up with each other,” I said. “Nobody and nothing else. We never knew our father…”
“Who’s older?”
“My sister. By two minutes.”
“What?”
I smiled. “Twins.”
“Twins,” Finn said. “How could you be twins? If she worked for Zander, wouldn’t he recognize…”
“Fraternal,” I said. “Two different eggs. So we don’t look alike at all. She looked identical to our mother. I guess I look like our father.”