The Outskirts (The Outskirts Duet #1)

There are moments in your life, seconds even, when something happens that changes everything. Changes you. I’d been through those moments. So had Sawyer.

In that library, on that floor, I had one of those moments.

It was like I suddenly stopped trudging along the same rocky dirt road I’d been on for two years and finally turned off an exit ramp.

I wrapped my arms around her and felt myself trembling.

“Are you cold?” she asked, pressing her warmth up against my chest, her tits smashed up against my skin making my cock twitch with excitement all over again.

“Yeah,” I lied, barely able to contain the shakiness of my voice.

A shakiness that had nothing to do with it being cold. It was eighty-nine degrees outside, if not hotter. It was more like a side effect from feeling things I wasn’t used to feeling.

Things only Sawyer had ever made me feel.

I’d given her everything on that floor, including my heart. It wasn’t shit, but it was all I had. And when I saw her tears spilling down her beautiful face it took everything I had to keep my own tears from spilling, because that’s when I knew she’d given me everything in return.

And so much more.





Chapter Thirty-Eight





Finn





“You bought me a library?” Sawyer asked, wide eyed as she glanced at the newly cleaned and stocked shelves.

I’d waited until my brain cleared from the best-damned orgasm of my life to give her the keys and fill her in on the surprise.

Watching her flit from shelf to shelf was almost as amazing as watching her come undone underneath me.

Almost.

“Not really, I already owned it. I just figured since I wasn’t doing anything with it that you might want it. You can run it. Do whatever you want with it. The city has a library budget this year. You can open it and make it the best library Outskirts has ever seen or you can keep it closed and use it as your very own reading den,” I said, laughing nervously.

I watched Sawyer innocently fawning all over the books, running her hands along the spines. The first book she plucked from the shelf was a book of fairytales. She skipped over to the couch in the middle of the room and plopped down, propping her legs up on the arm.

I lifted her feet and sat down, setting her legs across mine. “Fairytales huh? You know those aren’t real,” I teased.

“Trust me, I know life isn’t a fairytale,” she said, turning the book around to a picture of a library with a princess and a beast standing in the middle. “Yet here I am, in my own library…with my very own beast.”





Sawyer


Finn smiled. “Well, beast makes more sense than prince.”

“Or swamp ape,” I added.

After we caught our breathes Finn had gently cleaned me up and we’d gotten partially dressed so that I could inspect the books in my very own library.

“No, that probably makes the most sense,” he said, leaning over to scan the book of fairytales in my lap. “Have you actually read any fairytales? Some of them are great. But a lot of them are weird. Stories about witches luring children into her home and eating them, wicked queens wanting to kill an innocent princess just because she’s pretty. It’s some pretty twisted shit.” Finn shrugged. “I could come up with something better than that.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, curious as to where he was going with this. “Like what?”

Finn slid my legs off of his and reached over, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me so I was sitting across his lap. “Once upon a time there was a man,” he started, “a recluse so caught up in his own pain he couldn’t stand to face the world. Then, the strongest and bravest girl he’d ever met came along with her sassy mouth,” he kissed the corner of my lips, “and innocent pliable flesh,” he squeezed my hip, “and made the man want things he hadn’t wanted in a very, very long time.”

“Is that all?” I asked, my voice a whisper. My thighs tightened around him on instinct and his eyes darkened.

Finn shook his head and gently pushed me off his lap onto the couch. “The man told himself he was better off without her,” Finn continued, sliding off the couch until he was kneeling in front of me. He toyed with the waistband of my shorts and pulled them and my panties down off my legs, spreading my knees. He licked his lips at the sight of my embarrassingly swollen clit. “He told himself it would be best if he went far, far away,” he said, his voice deep and rough, his eyes dark and hooded. “For a short time, he even believed it was true,” he said, bending down and whispering the words across the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. My core clenched in anticipation.

“Until one day, he couldn’t fight against the need to claim her and make her his.” He looked me in the eye as he swept his flattened tongue over my clit. I bucked off the couch and my book fell off the arm rest to to the carpet.

Finn chuckled against my outer lips. “You see, the man didn’t just want her incredible body.” Lick. “He wanted her mind.” Impossibly slow lick. “Her spirit. Every part of her she was willing to give.” He glanced up at me. “And more.”

“What did he do?” I asked, fighting the urge to crush my thighs against his head. He pushed his hands on my knees and spread me wide open.

Finn’s eyes were downright wicked when he looked down between my legs. He smirked. “He took it.”

And then he did.

Finn opened his mouth wide and sucked my clit and my swollen outer lips into his mouth, rolling his tongue over and over again until everything around me blurred and I saw stars in the middle of a bright sunny day. He darted his tongue inside my hole and using a wave like motion he massaged my inner walls.

Finn wasn’t just tasting me. He was devouring me. This wasn’t a simple act, this was an oral claiming.

A claiming I wasn’t going to deny because my core squeezed around his tongue and a pressure so great built inside me that when he reached up under my shirt and pinched my nipple at the same time he lightly grazed my clit with his teeth I couldn’t hold on any longer. I ran toward the edge with no parachute and without hesitation, I jumped straight into an eruption of pleasure that exploded from within me and didn’t give way until it had wrung every last bit of bliss from my body.

“The end?” I huffed when I could finally see again. Finn licked his lips, tasting my glistening wetness around them and slid me off the couch to the floor.

He chuckled. “No, baby,” he pushed down his jeans and stroked his long thickness with his hand. Slowly, up and down. “This is just the beginning.”

Finn was right after all. Anything could be a fairytale. And as he took my body again I knew there was no reason for me to ever want a prince.

I already had my very own beast.





Chapter Thirty-Nine





Finn