Heartless Legacy (Heartless Heirs of Canyon Falls #4)

60. Finn

Chapter 60

Finn

I rip the passenger door open on Deacon’s car, and climb inside, sitting Thea in my lap. I used some wet wipes from the dressing room to clean my hand, but there’s still some crusted blood on my cuticles. She doesn’t seem to mind. She places her hands on top of mine as they rest against her stomach.

There has to be so much going through her head after what happened in there. I’m sure she has to be wondering what type of backlash she might face from Leo Burke, but the question she asks is, “How did you know I was at the club, Finn?”

“How do you think? I followed you.”

“How long have you been following me?”

“Since you got back. But you’re usually better at avoiding my tail. I guess you wanted me close this time.”

“I guess I did.” She squirms in my lap. The flimsy little negligee hides nothing. I wanna go back and gouge five sets of eyes out. She rubs my hands, soothing the murderous impulse on contact. “I’m okay, Finn.”

“I’m not. They wanted you to fuck them to prove your loyalty. What kind of bullshit is that?”

“They wanted to fuck me and saw this as a way to make that happen and to punish me for choosing Wolfe as my mentor.”

I scoff. “And they thought they’d get away with it.”

“If I told them no, they’d have their proof I’m disloyal.”

“Keep your brother’s secrets.” I spit out. Those words aren’t as comforting as they used to be. It seems like lately all the secrets are trying to destroy everyone and everything that’s important to me.

I look over at Deacon, and ask the same question she did. “How did you know she was at the club?”

He says, “You’re not the only one following Thea.”

We ride the rest of the way in silence. I don’t know where we’re going and I realize how impulsive it was to leave my car in that neighborhood. But I didn’t want to let Thea out of my sight. My car getting towed or stolen is a small price to pay for being with her now.

Deacon pulls off the road and into a paved parking lot. Thea pushes open the door handle and climbs out of the car, leaving me alone with him. The silence stretches on, then he finally gives me a begrudging, “Thank you for what you did for Thea back there. I know how hard it must’ve been sticking up for her against league councilmen.”

“It was actually one of the easiest things I’ve ever done.” My eyes widen and I let out a strangled gasp. “Is she about to go skinny dipping?”

Through the windshield, I watch the rest of Thea’s clothes go fluttering in the wind. I check the rearview and side mirrors to make sure nobody else is around. I don’t even know which stretch of beach we’re at. It’s empty, so that quiets one instinct, but makes room for another. My girl is sitting naked on the beach with her toes in the water. So why am I just sitting here in the car with Deacon Wolfe?

I climb out of the car and go to join her on the beach. I sit close, our shoulders touching. “Do you want me to go to jail tonight, Pet?”

“Hmm?”

“I just cut off a guy's fingers for you, and you were wearing a nightie. Now you’re out here naked for anyone to see. I’m definitely going to jail.”

She gives me a soft smile. “You’re not going to jail tonight, but thank you for offering.”

Deacon walks over carrying a blanket. He types something on his phone before shoving it in his pocket.

“You okay LaReaux?” He asks, stretching the blanket out and dropping down on it.

“Yeah.” She twists towards him. “I think I am.”

“Good.”

She leans overs and whispers something in his ear. His hand lazily drags up and down her spine. When she pulls away, she turns to me. She reaches up and pushes my beanie off my head. “I’m gonna try something, but you have to remain perfectly still.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say she can try whatever she wants, but the look on her face halts my snarky remarks. “Okay.”

“And give me your knife.” I happily hand my knife over. She can always hold my knives. “On the blanket next to Wolfe.”

I’m confused about what’s happening. Is she about to sacrifice us? If so, I’m an idiot for welcoming in my death, because I settle down next to him. He’s lying back, hands folded behind his head, as he stares up at the stars. He’s clearly not worried, so I guess I shouldn’t be either. I’m curious about what’s going through Thea’s mind, but I stay silent, attuned enough to know something significant is about to happen.

“You can’t touch me. Not until I tell you to.”

“Alright.” I readily agree.

She looks over at Deacon. He winks at her, but makes no move to touch her either. She sits between us both. Her nipples hard from the breeze. As much as I want one in my mouth, I don’t lean forward. She told me no touching so I respect that. It’s goddamn hard to do, but I can take orders. From her. I can follow her lead. Thea slips her hands under my shirt, dragging her palms across my abdomen and up over my chest.

My eyes close, and a low groan works its way up my throat. God, I’ve missed her touching me. This is all tame and innocent, but damn, it feels so good. One hand leaves me. I open my eyes and turn my head to see she’s doing the same thing to Deacon. His eyes are on her face, a reassuring smile on his lips.

She bends forward, kissing him, all the while her hand remains on me. Her thumb swipes across my nipple, and she squeezes my pecs. They break apart and she turns to me. My breath catches when she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine. I have to grip the blankets to keep. From. Touching.

Back and forth, she moves; from him to me. Her hands moving across my skin, lower and lower, until she’s palming me through my pants. My hips thrust up of their own accord. She sits back, watching me. “Oops, sorry.” I brace myself against the blanket again.

Deacon’s voice is soft and soothing. “Do you want more, Sweetness?” I don’t know how he looks and sounds so calm when I feel like my body is humming with electricity.

“Take your shirts off.” She demands. If this is a game of Simon Says, or Mother May I, I’d lose, because I sit up and rip my shirt off, no questions asked. I lie back down and she resumes touching and kissing me. Only this time, both of her hands are on my body and her lips travel across my face, my collarbone, my chest. Her tongue darting out to taste my skin. Then she repeats the process on Deacon.

It’s the sweetest torture. Letting her take full control. “What- what next?” I ask when her touches stop.

“Pants off.”

I could explode in said pants right now. I shuck them off and hear Deacon’s belt rattling around as he does the same. He sits up beside her, gently pushing her hair back behind her ear. “You want him, Sweetness?” She gnaws on her bottom lip but doesn’t answer. “It’s okay, you can want him. You can have him.”

Does she think she can’t? Does she think I give a shit about having Deacon’s permission? I don’t, but it’s important to her, so I don’t break the delusion that he could ever forbid me from being with her.

“You can have him, LaReaux. You can do this, and you can enjoy it.”

My thoughts about burying Deacon Wolfe in an unmarked grave and faking him being on sabbatical again fade. This isn’t about him being controlling. There is something else going on here. It’s almost as if he’s coaching her. You can’t touch me. Not until I tell you to. She had no issue with sitting in my lap in the car. She sat stiffly against me, her hand held firmly against mine. She rubbed my hand, and I thought she was soothing me, but maybe she was soothing herself.

I close my eyes and count to ten before opening them, bracing myself for what I’m sure I’m about to see now that I’m looking for it. It’s there. The slightest hesitation. The pinprick of unease. The tension around her eyes and mouth. Thea doesn’t like to be touched.

I swallow the demand that she tell me everything. Instead, I say, “You can have me any way you want me, Pet. My body is yours to do what you please. Always.” I look pointedly at the knife lying beside me on the blanket. “Use that if you want to. If you need to. I can take it.”

“Kiss him, Sweetness. After a declaration like that, he deserves it.”

She leans forward and kisses me hard. Her tongue diving into my mouth. There’s a sharp bite of steel against my throat. I can’t help the moan that I let out. I’m ready to make a fool of myself right now. She pulls away, licking at the thin scratch she left behind.

I feel a hand inside my boxers. She takes my rock hard cock in her hand, pumping it up and down. Then her mouth envelopes the crown of my dick. I will not blow, I will not blow, I will not blow. I chant in my head. Whatever is happening isn’t about me. It’s about her and I will fight off my pleasure until she’s spent all of hers.

She switches off between me and Deacon, swallowing us halfway down and using her hands to do the rest of the work. At some point, we’re both in her mouth at the same time. Then she goes back to one at a time. My toes are permanently pointed from the constant onslaught of pleasure. When she pops off of Deacon he says, “I’m gonna lick you from behind now, Thea.”

Her hands tighten on my hips, and she’s moaning and writhing around my cock, trying to get away from his mouth. He purrs, “Doing so good, Sweetness. Taste so fucking good.”

I gasp, “Pet. You need to stop. Oh god, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.”

“Do you want him to cum in your hand, or-” She groans. I lean up on my elbows to see Deacon’s hand pumping back and forth. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s fingering her. “Do you want to ride him? Because I’d love to see that.”

“Ride. Ride him.” She pants.

“Mmm. Go on. Show me what you look like riding another man’s cock.”

He looks over at me, and warns me, “Do not change positions or move your hands from wherever she puts them.”

I nod my agreement. The next few things happen so fast, I’m not sure who did what. There’s a condom on my cock and my eyes roll to the back of my head, as Thea slowly takes me, hesitant inch by hesitant inch.

Her hips swirl as she places my hands on her breasts. “This is where you can touch me hard.”

“Okay.”

Then my hands are on her hips. “And you can grip me here.”

I nod, letting her know I understand. “Stay lying back, or on your elbows. Don’t hug me or squeeze me against your body.”

I am going to murder someone. I don’t know who, but I bet Deacon does, and he’s going to fucking tell me so I can cut them up into tiny little pieces. Thea’s lips tip up, like she knows what I’m thinking. She relaxes a little, taking a little more of me inside her.

“Fuck, Pet, you feel so good.” I lie back, smiling up at her. “Fuck my brains out. Please. And thank you.”

She does, bouncing up and down on me like I’m her vaginal trampoline. It takes everything in me not to grip her, not to flip her, and I’m glad Deacon is here because when he senses that I’m close to doing something like that, he pulls her away and yanks her down onto his dick instead. Then swaps when he’s close to cumming. We pass her back and forth so many times that I lose count of how many orgasms she’s had, but Deacon has apparently been keeping count.

“Six. Mmm. I think we’re almost there.”

She groans, bucking against him, and before her body stops twitching, he helps her climb back on top of me. Her movements are languid, mine choppy. I have never been this hard for this long in my entire life, and when she locks around me, it’s so wet, warm and tight.

“You ready?”

She nods and leans forward, pressing her chest to mine. I’m about to protest when Deacon says, “It’s gonna be quick and fast. You’re gonna look so good. We’re gonna make you feel so good. Tell me you want this.”

“I want. I want this. Please, I want this, Deacon.”

My breath exits my body at the same time hers does, as Deacon Wolfe enters her ass. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Holden and I have done this, but this is a different experience.

Somehow, he’s got my hips elevated, holding me inside Thea as he fucks her. I’m literally just here, like a dildo, my pelvis fused to hers, while he does all the work. Then he shifts Thea’s knees higher towards my shoulder and spreads her ass. I feel every single slide of his dick in and out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Is all I can get out.

That blends in with Thea’s keening whimpers and the sound of Deacon’s praise. “That’s it, Sweetness. Oh, you’re taking this cock so good. Just like I knew you would. Looking so fucking beautiful bent over Finn like that. So proud of you for letting me do this. For giving me this. God, I’m the luckiest man on the planet to have such a sweet, beautiful, brave girl like you.”

“Wolfe!”

“I know. I know. Give it to me. Let Finn feel what we’re doing to you.”

I can feel it. I don’t know what more he could be talking about. There’s a warm gush dribbling down my pelvis and thighs. Am I cumming? I- my eyes snap open as I realize it’s not me making a mess between us. “Oh fuck, are you squirting ?”

“Good, girl.” Deacon coos. “I knew you could still do it.”

She’s shaking so hard that it’s rattling through me. Her walls squeeze again and I can’t hold back any longer. “I’m cumming, Pet. I shit I can’t hold back any longer.” I let out a long groan as I stiffen, releasing deep inside her.

Deacon leans over, whispers something in her ear that’s too low for me to hear, then follows us off the orgasm cliff.

Thea

“How are you feeling?” Wolfe asks as I enter the kitchen. He hands me a cup of coffee and goes back to drinking his protein shake. I settle in my chair and twist around to study his profile. In all the adrenaline fueled sex, which I’m surprised I made it through, we didn’t get a chance to talk about the club. I know he’s mad, but if he won’t start the argument, then neither will I.

“A little sore.” I admit, wincing as I shift in my seat again.

His lips twitch as he says? “You’re out of shape.”

“I know. I’m thinking the double blow job was too ambitious.”

“Is that what’s sore? Your mouth?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I bite back my smile because no, that’s not all. But I’m not about to stroke his ego right now.

“Best remedy for muscle stiffness is using that muscle.”

I snort at the obvious suggestion of letting him fuck me some more. I will, but after I’ve soaked in the tub. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“I have a training session at the gym. I’ll talk to you later.”

The front door clicks shut and I grab my coffee mug to head outside to the patio, sitting with my feet propped up on a chair, staring out at the street. Finn’s asleep on the sofa and with Wolfe gone, that means I can use this quiet time to reflect on what happened last night. Surprisingly, I’m okay. I know everything happened amidst an extremely charged situation, but I don’t regret it, and I don’t have the urge to pretend it didn’t happen.

Finn’s actions last night certainly made a statement. The game master and high council probably won't care that he interfered in that made up loyalty challenge. It’s cutting that guy’s fingers off that he’ll need to answer to.

The door slides open behind me. I tense until Finn steps into my line of sight. My shoulders relax even more when he plucks my cup off the table and drinks. That’s normal Finn behavior. Just as annoying as it was the first time he tried to take my food, but allowing him to do it also feels right.

“So this is Deacon’s place?” He asks, looking around at the patio furniture.

“It is.”

“I assumed he lived in faculty housing.”

“He does during the semester, but he comes here on weekends and long holidays. Or when he thinks I need some privacy.”

I glance over at him. He’s in nothing but his boxers. “Wolfe had a training session, so he left already, but I can take you to campus if you need a lift.”

Finn snorts. “Campus? I’m not going to class.”

I don’t know his schedule, but I’ve seen him walking through campus around this time on Wednesdays. I assumed he was heading to a class. “Why not?”

“Because I’d rather stay here and hang out with you. So, what would you like to do?”

I look up at him through the fringe of my lashes. I guess we’re all avoiding the bloody extremity in the room. Finn chopped off a hand for me. Well, two fingers, but the motivation was clear. He did it because the asshole touched me. It would be rude to kick him out without letting him finish my coffee, right?