Finn
I knew I loved Grier the first time I saw her smile at me. That real one that went all the way to her eyes, giving me a peek at the bright soul that lived within her. Something inside me had shifted in that moment, releasing a part of myself I hadn’t known was locked away.
Waiting.
For her.
All along, she’d been on my periphery, always there but slightly out of focus. It had given us time to find our own ways in life, follow our own personal paths.
For weeks—months, really—Grier had been the best part of my day.
Even when Waffles was forcing me to chase him around.
That annoying, precious donkey had played cupid and led me straight to his momma.
She became my favorite moments, the one place I could stop being Finn Davis, the sheriff and legacy.
With her, I was just Finn, the man she looked at with her heart in her eyes.
Despite knowing what I felt, and seeing it was the same for her, neither of us had said the words aloud. I didn’t know why I’d been waiting, and now, with her sweet first “I love you” floating in the air between us, I was almost pissed at myself for not having said it sooner.
Cradling the back of her head in one hand, I pulled her to me until our foreheads rolled together. “Grier, I love you so much. There aren’t words for this kind of love. It’s an ache, a pulsing in my chest that refuses to go away unless you’re beside me.”
She stroked her fingers up the back of my neck, lightly rocking herself against me.
A soft gasp escaped her, but I wasn’t sure if she was consciously aware she was rubbing her clit on my cock.
“I-I’ve never told a guy that before. I…
” She paused, a tiny whine breaking free.
“I have never been in love before, Finn.”
“Baby, you’re the first girl I’ve fallen in love with. It was always meant to be you, Grier. You. Only ever you.” I stroked my hands down her spine before filling them with her luscious ass once more. It was a perfect fit, as if her body had been created specifically to fit my hands.
Spreading her ass cheeks, I opened her a little wider, making room for my straining cock. Her thighs began to shake before the head even breached her entrance. Slowly, she began to take me, one inch at a time, her drenched tightness stretching to accept my invasion.
Grier grabbed fistfuls of my hair, tugging hard once she was fully seated. Her breaths became choppy, those damned whines causing my balls to tighten, my release building faster than I wanted.
“So good,” she moaned, her walls clenching around me again and again before she began to roll her hips.
I squeezed her ass in both hands, letting her set the pace.
Grier knew what she wanted, when she wanted it.
She never tried to deny what she liked, and there was very little she didn’t enjoy.
Not with me. To the outside world, she looked like a Disney princess.
Kind, caring, respecting all living creatures with an empathy very few people felt as deeply as she did.
Behind closed doors, in my arms, she was wild and dirty. Adventurous in ways that made my head spin.
Perfection.
Mine.
“Finn,” she whimpered, scraping her nails down my neck and over my shoulders. “More. I need… Mmmmm. Yes! I need it harder. Please, please, please.”
“Baby,” I hissed and rolled us. She grabbed on to the sheets, her fingers twisting as she lifted her hips to accept my hard thrusts.
“That’s good. So, so good.”
Savage pleasure burned through me. “I’m not gonna last, baby. This tight little pussy is killing me.”
Moaning, she closed her eyes, her body contracting around me so hard I saw starbursts.
“No,” I growled. “Open your eyes. Look at me. I want to see you when you come on my cock.”
“Oh God,” she cried, eyes wide open, letting me witness how lost she was. Forcing her to witness how gone I already was. Tears fluttered in her bottomless blue depths. “Finn.”
“I love you,” I groaned, letting go, filling her with my release. Destroyed and in love.
And hers.
Hours later, I was pulled from the deepest, most restful sleep of my life.
My eyes snapped open, my ears straining to listen. Grier was sound asleep beside me, one arm over my stomach, her legs tangled in the sheets so wildly, she’d completely stolen them from me. She was a restless sleeper, tossing and turning, performing a literal workout while she slept.
It was still dark outside the window, but the sounds of predawn were already starting. Birds chirping, a rooster crowing in the distance. Inside the house, all I could hear were the soft breaths from Grier and the humming of the central AC.
I kissed the top of her head, about to allow myself to fall back to sleep, when a noise outside the bedroom reached my ears.
Fuck, someone was in the house, and I didn’t have my gun.
My safe was going to be the next thing I moved in.
I should have already installed one beside the bed.
With the level of security around the farm, the chances of someone breaking in were low.
That didn’t mean zero. And then there was the possibility that someone on staff could also be a danger.
Careful not to wake Grier, I quietly slid from the bed and crossed to the door. Once there, I paused to listen. Light footsteps. A muted curse that was too soft to be male. I opened the door and stepped out, taking the invader by surprise.
A scream pierced the silence at the same time something slammed into my shoulder. Pain exploded through me, knocking the air from my lungs. Groaning, I turned and grabbed the bat before I could be hit again.
“What the—”
“Who the fuck—”
The lights were suddenly on, and it took a moment for my sight to adjust. Behind me, Grier was breathing hard, a bat of her own already lifted. But then she blinked. Once. Then again before dropping the bat and slamming her hands down on her hips.
I was thankful she’d put on one of my shirts after our shower earlier, and I’d actually grabbed a pair of boxer briefs before sliding back into bed with her.
Remi Thornton stood only feet away, her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, her violet-blue eyes blending into a unique periwinkle and wide as saucers. They raked over me before she rolled them with a huff. “This is unexpected.”
“You should work on your swing,” I told her, rubbing at the spot on my arm where she’d landed a blow. “I’m disappointed that Luca Thornton’s daughter can’t hit harder.”
“My goal was to maim, not murder,” Remi said with a shrug.
Grunting a response, I put more distance between us, cautiously checking the surrounding area for other weapons. Remi was hard to predict, going from unsuspecting angel to full-on devil with a flick of her lashes.
“What are you doing here?” Grier demanded, a small wobble in her voice.
Remi’s face softened as she looked at her best friend.
“I came as soon as Mom told me what happened to Waffles. My little fur nephew is sick, and I came to shower him with attention and adoration while he recovers. And I figured you needed some moral support or some sappy bullshit, because your heart is so soft and squishy.”
Tears flooded Grier’s eyes as she threw her arms around the other girl. “I missed you so much, Bug.”