5. Chapter 5 Finn
Chapter 5: Finn
J esus fucking Christ, I was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble of the "my balls are going to explode" variety. And it was all Cara Maguire's fault.
I gritted my teeth as I led her out of the safe room, trying to ignore the way her barely-covered ass swayed with every step. It was like she was taunting me on purpose, putting all those lush curves on display like a fucking buffet and daring me to take a bite.
And oh, how I wanted to bite. To sink my teeth into the ripe, juicy peach of her and feast until she was sobbing my name. To bury my face between her thighs and lick her until she forgot every man who wasn't me, until the only word she remembered was "please" and "more" and "Finn, don't fucking stop."
I could still taste her on my tongue from when she'd pressed up against me, all warm skin and soft tits and a scent that made me want to howl at the moon. I'd been half a second away from saying fuck it all and throwing her up against the wall. Christ, her words alone made my cock throb.
But she was also a virgin. It changed things. It changed everything. Because now it wasn't just her father's wrath I had to worry about, or the fucked-up power dynamics that came with screwing the boss's daughter. Now it was the responsibility of being her first, the pressure of making it good for her. The knowledge that I would be the one to break her in, to introduce her to a world of pleasure and pain that she could never come back from.
I have to shut it down. Lock away every fantasy and depraved desire, the dark, delicious things I wanted to do to her in the name of pleasure and possession.
It’s just my cock hadn't gotten the memo.
I shifted uncomfortably as we climbed the stairs, trying to subtly adjust myself without drawing attention to the raging hard-on straining against my zipper. It was a lost fucking cause, but I had to try. The last thing I needed was for Cara to catch sight of my little problem and get it into her head to "help" me with it.
Although the image of her on her knees, those pretty pink lips wrapped around my dick, was almost enough to make me say fuck it all over again.
We reached the top of the stairs and I did a quick sweep of the hallway, making sure it was clear before ushering Cara out onto the plush carpet. The sounds of chaos had died down, replaced by an eerie calm that set my teeth on edge. Something wasn’t quite right. Where were the men outside Declan’s door?
"Stay close," I murmured, keeping her tucked behind me as we started towards the main foyer. "And if I tell you to run, you fucking run, got it?"
She made an indignant noise, smacking my shoulder blade. "Fuck you, Gallagher. I can take care of myself."
"Says the girl in a sleep shirt and fuck-me panties."
"Oh, you did not just slut-shame me while complimenting my underwear in the same breath."
I opened my mouth to retort—and froze as a shadow detached itself from the far end of the hall, the unmistakable shape of a rifle rising to aim straight at Cara's head.
Oh fuck no.
I moved on pure instinct, whirling to cover her with my body as the first bullet zinged past us. I heard her gasp, felt her fingers dig into my back like she was trying to crawl inside me.
"Run," I bit out, shoving her towards the nearest doorway without taking my eyes off the intruder. "Now, Cara!"
For once in her goddamn life, she didn't argue. I heard her bare feet slap against the hardwood as she sprinted for safety, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
Then the world narrowed to the threat in front of me, and everything else faded away.
I don't know how long the firefight lasted. All I knew was the kick of my gun in my hand, and the visceral satisfaction of watching the other guy's brains splatter the wall behind him. I stood over his body, my chest heaving and my finger still twitching on the trigger.
"Finn? Are you... holy shit."
Cara's voice snapped me out of my battle haze, and I spun around to see her standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and her fingers pressed to her mouth. She was staring at the dead man like she'd never seen a corpse before.
"Are you okay?" I demanded, striding over to her and running my hands down her arms, her sides, checking for injuries. "Did he hit you? Are you hurt?"
"No, no, I'm fine," she said faintly, her gaze still glued to the spreading pool of blood on the floor. "I just... I've never seen... oh my God, Finn, you killed him."
"Yeah, well, he was trying to kill you first." I cupped her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her skin was cool and clammy under my fingers, and I felt a sudden, fierce urge to wrap her up in my arms and never let her go. "It's okay, Cara. You're safe now. I've got you."
She let out a shuddering breath, her eyes searching mine like she was trying to find something to hold onto. "You saved my life." She reached up to touch my cheek with trembling fingers.
Oh Christ. I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to turn my face into her palm and just breathe her in. She had no idea what she was saying, what it meant to me. No fucking clue how much I wanted her.
"Cara," I said roughly, steeling myself to pull away. To put some much-needed distance between us before I did something stupid like kiss her senseless right next to the dead body of her would-be assassin. But before I could move, before I could so much as twitch, she surged up on her toes and pressed her lips to mine.
I froze, my entire body locking up. For a second I couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but stand there like an idiot while Cara Maguire kissed me like her life depended on it. Thank fuck my brain clicked back online, and I was kissing her back, my arms banding around her waist and hauling her flush against me. I devoured her mouth like a man starved, licking and biting and sucking until she was making these breathless little noises that shot straight to my dick.
I walked her backwards until her spine hit the wall, my hands everywhere at once—in her hair, on her ass, skating up under the hem of her sleep shirt to stroke the warm, silky skin of her stomach. She arched into me like a cat, her nails digging into my shoulders, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip until I groaned.
It was pleasure and pain twisted together so tightly I couldn't tell them apart. I wanted to strip her naked and fuck her right there against the wall, audience and her father be damned
Shit. Her father was waiting for us. I eased back bit by bit, brushing my lips over hers once, twice, before finally tearing myself away with a shuddering breath.
"Finn," she whimpered, her eyes hazy and unfocused, her lips red and swollen from my kisses. "Please, I need—"
"I know." I pressed my forehead to hers, trying to calm the frantic pounding of my heart. "Believe me, sweetheart, I know. But we can't. Not like this, not now."
She made a frustrated noise. "When?”
Christ, she was killing me. Shredding my self-control to ribbons with every word, every heated look from those big emerald green eyes. But when I finally made Cara mine—and it was definitely a "when," not an "if" at this point—I wanted it to be somewhere private. I wanted to worship her body for hours, learning every secret spot that made her gasp and sigh and shake. I wanted to make love to her slowly, tenderly, showing her with every touch and kiss how precious she was to me. And then, when she was sated and so fucking sensitive she could barely stand it, I wanted to flip her over and fuck her through the mattress until she sobbed my name and drenched my cock in her sweet, virgin cream.
But that was for later. For a time when we weren't both high on adrenaline. A time when I could be sure she truly wanted me.
"Soon," I said hoarsely, the words scraping my throat raw on the way out. "Fuck, Cara, you have no idea how much I want you. But not yet. Not like this. I want to do this right, and that means taking my time with you. Treating you like the fucking queen you are, not rutting against you like an animal in some dirty hallway."
She shivered at my words, her pupils dilating until her eyes were nearly black. "And how exactly do you want to treat me, Finn? How do you want to... take your time with me?"
I groaned, letting my head fall forward to rest in the crook of her neck. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that? My cock's going to fucking explode if you keep talking like that."
She let out a throaty laugh, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging until I looked at her again. "We can't have that. I have big plans for your cock, Finn Gallagher. The last thing I need is for it to explode before I get a chance to sit on it."
Jesus Christ. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the urge to come in my pants like a horny teenager. "You're a fucking menace."
"And you love it."
I did. God help me, but I really fucking did.
"We should go," I said after a moment, easing back from her reluctantly. "Your dad's probably losing his shit wondering where you are."
She sighed, but didn't argue. "Fine. But this conversation isn't over."
"Yeah, I figured." I ran a hand over my face, trying to will my erection away through sheer force of denial. "I'm going to need a fucking ice bath after this. Now come on, you insatiable brat. Let's go face the music."
And pray that Declan Maguire didn't take one look at my dick bursting out of my pants and Cara's swollen kissed lips and put a bullet between my eyes for daring to touch his precious baby girl. s precious baby girl.