Getting it without me needing to explain, he wrapped his arms around me and hoisted me up, right over the table, to where he stood. God, he was strong. I wanted to feel that strength all over me, in me, surrounding me.
He put me down and I took his hand and led him behind me. “Bedroom. Now,” I said, my words all breathy and needy.
Before we made it to the backdoor, his hand fell from my grip.
A growl sounded behind me.
And then Finn was there, spinning me around and slamming me into the side of the house. A gasp escaped me at the jarring impact. A thrill ran through me at his delicious roughness. I knew it was more than that for him, I knew what it really meant. He was opening up more. Bit by bit he was letting me in. It was hard for him and I understood his reservations. So, when he actually managed to take another step forward, it was awe-inspiring. And it meant so much to me.
His hands tightened on my upper arms, pinning me to the side of the house.
“Thank you,” I told him, my breath coming in harsh, uneven pants.
“For what?” he asked, his voice hoarse and also affected by arousal.
“For treating me like a princess.”
He shook his head. “Like a queen.”
His mouth crashed down on mine.
Holy crap!
Licking, sucking, and nipping, he devoured me with wild abandon.
His hands ran up and down my arms, setting my skin aflame.
An irresistible need rose within me and I gave myself over to it, wanting more, needing so much more. Everything he had to give.
I broke from his hold and grabbed at his shoulders, jerking him tightly against me, needing to feel his hard muscled body against mine, needing that connection so badly.
A primal growl rumbled from him, letting me know just how much I was affecting him, riling up the animal within.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling back to rip my tank top over my head.
He took in the sight of me and licked his lips, obviously enjoying my lacy pink bra. “You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, running his fingers over the delicate material, and making me moan in pleasure. “So sexy.”
I tugged at his shirt, mewling in frustration. He broke my grip and pulled it over his head. “Better?” he asked with a devilish grin.
“Much.”
His eyes hooded and his fingers plunged into my hair, tangling in it and using it as leverage to tug my mouth back to his, a dominant gesture that had heat pooling between my legs.
Sliding my hands over his chiseled chest, I explored every flexed muscle, every hard ridge of his abs.
He teased the crease of my lips with his tongue, demanding entry. I submitted to him instantly. The sweet pleasure of his tongue gliding sensually over mine as he slowed down the wildness, had both of us savoring the sensation. His free hand dropped to my hip, grasping it with a fervor. The slowdown didn’t last long and I felt his control slip, his strokes becoming frantic and wild again.
He had me shrieking in surprise in the next second as he lifted me with his powerful inked arms, making me instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He ground his mammoth erection into me and I cried out as it rubbed right against my clit. Over and over again. I threw my head back, my nails scraping his scalp, making him hiss and roll his hips harder and faster until we were both panting like animals in heat.
Pleasure tore through me, threatening to consume me. I wanted nothing more than to give myself over to him, to let him take my body any way he wanted. For us to squeeze every drop of bliss from each other until there was nothing left and we were both drowning in pure ecstasy.
“Take me, Finn!” I cried.
“Count on it, sweetheart,” he said, reaching into his back pocket and producing a condom.
He freed his dick from his jeans and had it sheathed in mere seconds.
And then he thrust inside me.
“Yes!” I screamed as he drove balls deep.
Our eyes locked as he held there, letting me adjust.
Then he started to move… and stopped.
His eyes went wide.
Something was wrong.
“Finn?” I called. “What is it?”
16
~Wraith~
FOOTSTEPS!
Someone was here.
I pulled out of Ashley, cringing when I heard her whimper at my lack of warning. There was no choice. I had to act quickly.
With one hand, I tossed her pants to her. With the other, I drew my gun from my hip holster.
I stepped in front of her, shielding her with my body and took aim by the corner of the house.
A shadowed figure rounded the corner.
My finger tensed on the trigger.
And then the intruder stepped into the light.
Friend, not foe.
“Fuck,” I muttered, flipping the safety back on and holstering my gun.
Scott looked between the two of us, taking everything in. Oh shit. It only looked one way. There was no denying it, no downplaying it either.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Ashley gasped.
“Scott, I thought you—”
His fist slammed into my face.
I should’ve been able to block it, but I was off my game, my dick still in the driving seat, my brain on partial lockdown.
Rings scraped across my cheek, just shy of my eye, as the brutal punch knocked me back.
“Finn!” he roared. “You’re fucking my daughter?”
He moved in for another hit.
“Dad! No!” Ashley cried.
His hand shook with uncharacteristic indecision, Ashley’s plea clearly reaching something within him.
“Please!” she continued. “Please don’t!”
With a grunt, he lowered his fist and stepped back.
A series of curses spilled from him as he took in Ashley’s disheveled appearance, her flushed cheeks, sweat pouring off her. His gaze shifted to me and he screwed up his face. That was when I realized that my fly was still open. The tent in my pants would’ve been bad enough.
Goddammit.
It’d really lost myself in Ashley.
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