Chapter 28
twenty-eight
. . .
REAGAN
Finn slid in, barely an inch, and I was already dizzy with pleasure and anticipation.
“Fuck,” I swore. “I forgot how big you are.”
He grinned, his muscles straining as he held himself up, the striations of his deltoids pressing against his skin with the effort. The eagle on his chest rippled, the tattoos on his arms flexed.
“You can take it. Just relax.”
I hadn’t realized I’d been clenching my pussy around him, but I allowed myself to take his direction, loosening some of the tension coiled in my muscles so he could slide in another inch.
The stretch wasn’t painful, exactly. A slight sting, a pinch, but he worked into me slowly, allowing me time to adjust before he kept going.
Both of us were panting hard by the time he was fully seated, his head dropping against my shoulder.
“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered into my skin.
“What a way to go.”
At last, the last of my tension fell away, replaced by pure pleasure at the delicious stretch, how fucking full I was. My clit throbbed insistently, and I rotated my hips against him, the rough hair at the base of his cock providing the perfect pressure.
Finn made a choking sound.
“Yeah, definitely going to kill me.”
Then he started to move. A slow retreat I felt the entire way, the ridges of his cock dragging against my walls, the friction making my toes curl.
Being with him again was…glorious. There was no other word for it. Every nerve in my body was fine-tuned to respond to his presence, and I couldn’t figure out how I had gone so many years without this. The connection was unreal, divined by the goddesses themselves.
Finn set a slow, languid pace. Each advance and retreat was a delicious torture that had me scratching at his back, digging my nails into his ass, wrapping my legs around his waist. Begging with my body to go faster, to put us both out of our misery.
I had no idea how he was holding it together, especially since he’d nearly come down my throat earlier.
But when I blinked my eyes open, my vision hazy from the pleasure, I found his own scrunched closed in concentration, brow furrowed, like it took everything in him to wait.
Reaching up, I brushed a curling lock of hair off his forehead, using my fingers and the sweat beading on his forehead to push it back.
“Let go, baby,” I urged. “You’re not going to break me.”
His thrusts stilled, his cock buried so deep, I couldn’t hold back a moan.
He managed to hit the spot, the one no one else but him had ever come close to.
Then his eyes flew open in surprise, though I couldn’t figure out why.
This was me. Us. There was nothing he could do that would drive me away.
Especially not now that I’d had him again, now that I knew there was nowhere in the world I was safer than at his side, in his arms.
Now that I thought about it, he could break me.
But not my body.
Only my heart, which rested wholly in his calloused palms.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shook my head. “You thinking you need to hold back is what hurts me, soldier.” I clasped his face between my palms, making sure he heard me when I said, “Fuck. Me.”
The words barely left my mouth before he pulled back and slammed in, hard enough that the entire bed rocked, his hip bones slapping against my ass, and my back bowed upward at the intrusion.
“Again.”
He obeyed, this time not slowing as he pounded into me relentlessly, recklessly, the headboard snapping against the wall with every thrust.
Thanks to his slow teasing of before, I was already dangerously close to the edge, and the pressure in my core reached an unbearable level.
But I wasn’t going without him.
Squeezing my pussy tighter around him, I reached around until I found his balls and rolled them in my palm.
“Come, Finn.”
Finally given permission, but before letting go entirely, Finn found my clit with his hand, circling it lightly before pressing his thumb down hard. Like hitting a button, my release barreled through me, my back bowing off the bed like my soul was being sucked from my body.
With a groan, he followed me down. Finn buried himself as deep as he could go, throwing his head back with a roar as he spilled long and hot inside me.
“Good boy,” I murmured, brushing my fingers through his hair as his body shook in my arms.
I barely noticed him collapsing on me, both of us spent, bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving from exertion.
For long moments, we laid like that, Finn pressing me into the bed, his softening cock still inside me.
At last, he moved, lifting himself up and pulling out, then reclining back on his heels. His attention went to my pussy, where I could feel his cum dripping out of me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, a bit dazedly. Reached down, his pointer finger lightly brushed through my sensitive flesh to collect his release—and stuffing it back inside.
I twitched at the intrusion, but fuck. I’d never had a man do something so filthy to me, and I thought I might let Finn come inside me every day if it meant he’d do it again.
Without a word, he got up, and I watched, entirely blissed out, as he disappeared into the attached bathroom.
A moment later, he returned with a wet, warm washcloth and set to cleaning me up.
His strokes were gentle as he dragged the fabric across my skin, his gaze so full of adoration, it had emotion clogging my throat.
“Thank you,” I managed to rasp out.
“Anything for my girl,” he grinned, tossing the cloth across the room. “Aftercare is important.”
Then he settled on the bed at my side, drew me into his embrace, and promptly fell asleep.
I followed not long after.
I nestled deeper into the warmth surrounding me, not opening my eyes yet, content for the moment to bask in other sensations.
The warm, smooth skin beneath my cheek and fingers, slightly raised because of the tattoos decorating it.
The soft breaths that fanned across the top of my head, and the rise and fall of his chest.
Turning my head, I pressed a kiss to pec, right over his heart, against the lifelike feathers of the eagle’s wing.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured sleepily.
“Morning, handsome.”
“What time is it?” he asked, eyes still closed.
Sitting up slightly, I glanced at the alarm clock on the opposite nightstand.
“Just after seven.”
He groaned. “I told West I’d be ready at eight, but I have no desire to get out of this bed.”
“More aerial recon?” I asked with a grin, sliding over and on top of him.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and nodded, his eyes finally flying open when I rolled my hips, his cock—which was, unsurprisingly, already hard—sliding against my slick pussy.
My nails dug into his chest, anchoring me there, as I rocked again. Asking a silent question with my body.
Finn grinned. “Be my guest.”
I lifted enough to grip his length, giving him a few tugs that had him hissing through his teeth, eyes slamming shut in an attempt to marshal his self-control. Then I notched the tip at my entrance and sank down, taking all of him in one go.
I was still sore from our last go round, which had only been a few hours before.
We’d awoken several times in the night, half-asleep but still reaching for each other, coming together without words.
Letting our bodies do the talking. I adjusted to his size easily now, my head falling back in ecstasy.
“So fucking full,” I murmured, not yet moving.
Finn’s hands came to my thighs, sliding up to my hips, where he lifted me until only the blunt head of him remained inside me, then pulled me back down.
I rolled my pelvis, sighing happily when the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubbed perfectly against my clit.
Knowing I could get off so easily, I undulated faster.
Finn let me work, his hands coming up to cup my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers.
The friction, the gentle tugs combined with the rough scrape of his skin, was perfect.
“I pictured this,” he murmured, eyes heavily-lidded.
“When we went horseback riding. Watching you—fuck, I knew you’d look spectacular on top of me.
” My hands found his, threading our fingers together and leaning forward until I pressed our clasped hands to the bed above his head, still undulating my hips.
“Fuck, belle. That’s it. Take what you need. ”
I’d wanted to go slow, his plans with West be damned, but instead, I moved faster, bouncing on top of him, Finn meeting every one of my down strokes with an upward thrust of his own.
As always—because he wouldn’t have it any other way—I came first, crying out his name and collapsing on top of him as I shook from head to toe. Finn fucked me through it, prolonging my orgasm until he found his own.
We were still coming down from the high when Finn’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. I crawled off him and threw myself down on the bed while he rolled over to answer it.
“Hey, West.” A pause. “Yes, I still want to go. Yeah, eight o’clock. I’ll be ready. I am up!” he shouted, right before hanging up, muttering about goddamn meddling twins.
Turning back toward me, he quickly placed a kiss on my shoulder then got out of bed, heading in the direction of the bathroom. I couldn’t resist checking out his ass, the sexy musculature of his back, the tattoos there he didn’t have the last time.
He smirked when he faced me again and caught me staring. I only grinned back, entirely unashamed.
“Why don’t you come with me?”
“To shower?”
“That too,” he said. “But I meant with me and West. You can even bring your camera.”
I wasn’t about to say no to spending time with Finn, regardless of what we’d be doing, but he knew he had me when he mentioned my camera. Though I’d taken a lot of great shots of the ranch yesterday on our ride, I’d never been given the opportunity to take aerial photos anywhere.
Plus, if it meant helping look for my sister?
“I’m in.”