Chapter 27
twenty-seven
. . .
FINN
Reagan still wanted me.
Despite her little tantrums before and after dinner, and locking herself in her room, the knowledge had me grinning as I got ready for bed that night.
Was I hoping that by kissing her, we’d end the evening tangled up in my sheets together? Of course.
I also hadn’t been counting on it. I’d merely wanted to remind her that the spark between us was still there for me, simmering beneath the surface of my skin, all day every day.
And I wanted to remind her she still felt it too.
I’d promised her time, promised to take things slow. I made myself a promise to tread lightly with her, knowing she was an emotional mess without her sister.
But she still wanted me, and I was going to do everything in my power from here on out to show her how good we could be together.
I jolted upright in bed, not entirely sure what had awoken me.
Something was…wrong, the energy in the house slightly off.
Tossing the covers back, I swung my legs over the side of the bed but stilled when my door burst open. A panting, clearly distraught Reagan appeared in the frame.
“Belle?”
“Nightmare,” she rasped.
I opened my arms, and she came to me, crawling into my lap and fitting herself against my chest like she was always meant to be there. Falling backward, I relaxed against the pillows with Reagan sprawled atop me.
For a while, I simply held her as she shivered against me, rubbing soothing circles up and down her back while she calmed down.
Eventually, her heart rate slowed and the shaking subsided. She tilted her head to look up at me, pressing a light kiss to the underside of my jaw.
“Thank you.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“It was the same one. That creepy fucking farmhouse and my sister chained in the basement.”
“I’ve been looking for it,” I whispered, the darkness allowing me to finally make the admission. “Well, West and I have.”
Reagan sat up and shifted so she was straddling me. “You have?”
I nodded, my hands going to her bare thighs. There was no intention behind the touch except the visceral need to feel her skin beneath mine. To remind myself she wasn’t some fever dream I conjured, a fantasy only brought to life in my dreams. That she was real and here with me.
“Since you first told me about the dream, West and I have been taking the plane out and doing some aerial recon, looking for properties that fit the general description.”
“Does Lane know?”
Shaking my head, I said, “We didn’t want to tell him until we’d covered all the ground we wanted to and had some solid information to pass along.”
“And have you found anything?”
“There are a few areas that are promising.”
Without warning, Reagan bent forward and crashed her mouth to mine. Though she’d surprised me, I sank into the kiss easily. The way her soft, plush lips moved against mine ignited a fire in my blood that was impossible to ignore.
It didn’t help matters when she started rocking her hips against me, impossibly stiffening my already rock-hard cock further.
We were both gasping for breath when she pulled away. “Thank you.”
“Haven’t I made it obvious by now that I’d do anything for you?”
“Even though I’m such a mess?”
“Because you’re a mess,” I quipped, reaching up to pull her hair free from the bun atop her head, tossing the tie across the room so I could wrap a handful around my fist. “You’re my mess.”
“I’m not sure I know how to do this,” she admitted. “Not when everything up here”—she tapped her temple—“is so fucked up. That’s why I acted so crazy earlier.”
Sitting up so we were face to face, I cupped her cheeks and rested my forehead against hers. “We’re going to find Lainey,” I promised with a vehemence that surprised even me. “She’s going to come home safe.”
“Do you really believe that? Everyone keeps saying it, but I’m not sure I should trust it.
There’s this little flicker of hope, a tiny match flame in my chest that threatens to go out with every day that passes without a single lead.
And honestly? I’m not sure how much longer I can do this.
When does it stop? When do I accept the fact that she won’t come home? ”
“Never. Not until we’ve exhausted every avenue, overturned every stone, walked through every farmhouse in the entire fucking state of Idaho if that’s what it takes.”
“How can you be so sure?”
I tapped her chest, right over her heart. “You’d know,” I reminded her. “What’s your gut telling you?”
“She’s still out there,” she said firmly. “Alive.”
“Exactly. Trey will get the security footage sorted, and West and I will give our findings to Lane. Things will come together. I know waiting fucking sucks. You’re wondering what you could’ve done differently, what you could be doing now.
But the truth is, belle…you’re doing everything.
And when Lainey comes home safe, it’ll be because you didn’t give up on her, not because of anything I or Trey or Lane and his department did. Understood?”
She nodded but didn’t say anything, instead sinking her teeth into that juicy lower lip.
Goddamnit, I wanted to be the one putting those little dents in her flesh, not only on her lips but on her neck, shoulders, breasts—insides of her thighs.
Experimentally, I shifted so the hard ridge of my cock nestled against the apex of her thighs.
Realizing for the first time that she wasn’t wearing panties.
Only the thin fabric of my boxer briefs separated us—the front of which were now wet with her arousal.
“Belle,” I rasped. “You’re soaked.”
“Always am around you.”
I groaned, a low, throaty rumble that vibrated from deep in my chest.
“Can I…can I touch you?”
“I think I might die if you don’t.”
Everything within me settled, then ratcheted up again as her words, her permission, shot adrenaline into my blood.
The fire we’d banked to an ember between us with all the time apart flared into an inferno.
With her still above me, my hands crept slowly higher on her thighs, my mouth latching onto the pulse point at the base of her neck where it sloped out to her shoulder.
Twin sighs left us when my thumb brushed through her slit.
I withdrew my hand, holding it in front of my face. Even in the dimness of the room, which was lit only by the full moon beyond the windows, my thumb glistened.
Eyes locked on hers, I sucked it into my mouth.
Her flavor exploded on my tongue, and I moaned as my tongue swirled around my finger, collecting it all, not wanting to waste a single drop.
“Fucking delicious,” I murmured.
Before she could react, I shifted and flipped her off me so she landed on her back.
I crawled between her legs, placing my hands on the insides of her thighs and pushing them wide.
Reagan’s chest heaved, and I wanted her naked and spread out beneath me so badly, but at the moment, I had a single-minded focus for her perfect cunt.
Dropping to my stomach, I scooched forward so I was eye level with her sex.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about this pussy?
” I mused, leaning in to swipe my tongue up one side, right at the crease of her thigh.
She squirmed, trying to put me where she wanted, but I held her firmly in place with a palm spread wide over her stomach.
“How many times I found a quiet corner on base to fuck my hand after our night together, remembering how good you tasted?”
“Probably about as often as I fucked myself with my vibrator, wishing it was your cock.”
“Fucking hell, woman,” I swore, blowing a stream of air across her drenched cunt, grinning when she shivered and goosebumps broke out across her skin beneath my hands.
“Finn,” she gasped.
“Yes, baby?”
“Stop talking and eat, soldier.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured, rewarding us both with a long, slow lick from back to front.
“Oh, goddesses,” she moaned.
I chuckled, having forgotten that about her. That she didn’t pray to God, but the ancient Greek goddesses.
As long as another man’s name wasn’t on her lips—the almighty or not—I didn’t give a fuck.
Adding to the teasing strokes of my tongue, I thumbed her clit with the head on her stomach, gentle taps and brushes. Reagan buried her hands in my hair and bore down on my face, hips circling.
Fuck, that was hot. Her taking what she wanted from me.
I stiffened my tongue and drove it into her entrance, pumping in and out like I’d do with my cock, and Reagan’s ragged breath filled the air around us.
“Finn.”
My mouth didn’t leave her flesh, but I looked up her body, and our eyes collided.
“I want to taste you.”
Immediately, I backed off and stood at the foot of the bed.
“Come here,” I directed. She sat up and crawled to me. “Arms up.” When she complied, I pulled her shirt off. “Now get on your back with your head off the bed.”
Reagan eagerly complied, flipping herself around so her head hung off the mattress. I stripped out of my boxer briefs, and Reagan’s mouth popped open, tongue out, when my cock sprung free.
“Good girl,” I praised. She reached for me, tugging my shaft, urging me closer. “Good fucking girl.”
My bed was tall enough that my cock slipped easily into the wet heat of her mouth with little maneuvering, and I bent over her, once again burying my face in her pussy.
I slid my tongue between her lips, collecting her arousal and spreading it around, mixing it with my saliva as I traveled up to her clit. Reagan’s hips jerked toward me when I shoved two fingers into her at the same time I flicked my tongue against the swollen nub, and I chuckled.
Soon, though, the finesse I usually possessed when it came to pussy eating turned to disjointed licks.
With her tongue swirling around me, her mouth bobbing up and down, I found it difficult to think straight let alone tongue fuck her the way she deserved.
Especially not when my hips moved of their own accord, pumping my dick deeper into her mouth and down her throat.
I expected her to gag, to push me away, but she merely swallowed around my tip, squeezing me like a vice, and backed off before repeating the process.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned, lifting my head from her cunt. “You don’t have a gag reflex, do you?”
Reagan’s laugh reverberated through my shaft, and my balls drew up tighter to my body.
Oh hell no.
I wasn’t about to blow my load before I even got inside her.
In a smooth move, I pulled free of her mouth, hopped on the bed, and dragged her into the center of the mattress.
Reagan pouted. “I was having fun.”
“You were going to make me come.”
She grinned. “Exactly.”
“No, baby. The only way I’m coming is buried balls deep in this pussy.” I punctuated the statement with a slap to her cunt, and Reagan gasped.
“Then get to it.”
I tried to move away from her, to reach for the condoms in my nightstand, but her legs locked around my hips, holding me in place.
When I looked at her again, she was shaking her head. “Bare. I want to feel all of you, Finn.”
“You’re sure? I’ve never fucked anyone without one, and I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical, which came back clear.”
“I’ve never been with anyone without one before, either, and I have an IUD,” she admitted. “There is no one I trust to take care of me more than I trust you.”
Ducking my head, I captured her mouth with mine, a deep kiss that left us both breathless when I pulled away.
I was helpless to deny this woman anything.
“You are my fucking dream girl, Reagan Lindsey.”
My cock slipped through her slit, sliding through her lips easily. When I pulled back, the head notched itself at her entrance, almost like my body knew that’s where I was meant to be—buried in and claiming Reagan. Making her mine in a way no one else ever had been.
Finally, I slid home.