Chapter 18
Eighteen
Fuck you this_____________much.
—Text from Dru to Finnian
DRU
I woke up to an empty bed and screaming downstairs.
Honestly, I was slightly surprised that I’d woken up. Normally when I slept, I was a very heavy sleeper.
But I had a feeling that I was becoming attuned to the man I was sleeping beside at night. Without him there at my side, my unconscious brain had nudged me awake to find out why.
The why happened to be three females that Finnian was physically blocking with his body from entering his house.
“I can’t believe that you’re having to deal with this so-called ‘girlfriend’s’ family after you just lost your best friends,” Aurora said the moment she saw me at the top of the stairs.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared.
“And what do you mean you aren’t taking care of Katie and Kenny?” Aurora looked over at me accusingly. “Those were your best friends’ dogs.” She glared at me then. “How could you tell him he can’t have them?”
Instant shame hit me.
She was right.
Though I didn’t give him the ultimatum, Finnian had made the decision on his own, because of me.
“I…”
“Had absolutely nothing to do with her, and everything to do with me,” Finnian snarled. “Now, you should leave before the cops get here. Because if they do, I’ll have you trespassed right along with them.”
“You can’t do that. I’m your wife.”
That word hit me like a battering ram.
“You have a wife?” Jennifer and Daniella asked at the same time. “What the fuck?”
I gritted my teeth, ready to defend Finnian, but he proved he didn’t need me taking care of him.
“One, you’re not my wife,” Finnian growled. “Two, we’ve been divorced for longer than we were married. Three, I don’t know why the fuck you’re here, but GET THE FUCK OUT!”
All three of them flinched backward.
Lights shone in the night then, signaling the arrival of the police officers.
They got out of the car and headed up behind the women, who didn’t look concerned.
The next ten minutes were filled with explanations and cops criminal trespassing the three of them.
All of them were escorted off the property by the cops, leaving the foyer of Finnian’s home filled with four very angry looking men.
All of them had guns shoved in the back of their pants.
Half of them were wearing jeans. Half were in their underwear.
And all of them looked ready to strangle someone.
I chose to slip back into the bedroom and get dressed.
I got Finnian’s shirt halfway over my head before it was ripped off completely.
I was gasping in surprise when my body was manhandled in a way that my back hit the wall and my feet were dangling off the floor.
Finnian’s cool, assessing eyes weren’t so cool anymore. They were hot and angry.
“You won’t be talking to your sister and your aunt ever again,” he growled.
I licked my lips.
“She’s your sister, so I won’t hurt her. But she will learn a lesson today that she’ll never repeat.”
“W-what’s that?” I asked nervously.
“That when I tell her to leave, and not involve you in her shit anymore, I’m not kidding,” he growled.
“She’s sent you literally a thousand text messages in the last four days alone.
All of them focusing on her and Eugene. I discreetly sent her a message yesterday to leave you alone and not involve you, and she didn’t listen.
She’s not your responsibility, and neither is your aunt.
They damn well knew that they’d be waking you up, and I’m not having that.
You work a lot, and they knew you were at a funeral yesterday.
They should’ve let you sleep when I asked them nicely the first time. ”
I melted. “You reached out to her to tell her to stop for me?”
I was literally experiencing the biggest burst of love I’d ever felt in my life.
No one except for Romeo had ever stood up for me when it came to Daniella. It was like my family was physically incapable.
“Yes.” He leaned forward, his hard, lean body pressing against mine in the most delicious of ways. “You were going to try to leave me, weren’t you?”
I was.
“My family is a mess. And you don’t need to deal with that right now,” I admitted.
“You don’t know what I need.”
Then he kissed me, his mouth slamming down onto my own with such fierceness that our teeth clicked together.
I gasped, and he took full advantage, his tongue sliding inside to devour my mouth.
I moaned, lifting my legs up high to wrap around his hips.
He smoothed his hand up the length of my thigh, curling it around my ass to find the wetness between my legs.
And I was really wet.
That was what the man did to me.
If last night’s slow, lazy lovemaking hadn’t been enough, sleeping beside him all night would’ve done it. Or the way he easily handled my crazy family.
Or when he pressed his hips to mine while he argued with me, reminding me of what I’d be missing if I let him go.
His fingers swirled around my wetness, testing my readiness.
“I can take you.” I pulled back from his kiss, breathless with anticipation. “I’m ready.”
He hummed and ignored me, continuing to play while pressing kisses to my bare shoulders.
Open-mouthed kisses that were driving me wild.
“Finnian, please,” I begged.
He pulled away completely then, setting me down on my feet.
I started to walk toward the bed, and he let me.
But when I got there, he didn’t let me go where I wanted to—flat on my back. No, he allowed me to climb on top, but before I could get where I wanted, he caught my hip and yanked me around, positioning me on the bed. Mostly.
The only thing that was off the bed was my head, which fell off the bed, giving him a perfect angle to…
He pulled his cock out of his underwear and my mouth started to water.
“Open,” he instructed as he covered his cock with my wetness.
I licked my lips before doing as instructed, intrigued and a whole lot turned on.
I’d never done this before.
I’d had three sexual partners in my life, two of them long-term. And none of them had asked to fuck my mouth.
Hell, I hadn’t been all that interested in sucking cock in general.
But if that was all that Finnian wanted to do, I knew that I was going to get off on it all the same.
He fisted his cock, and I groaned at the way he pumped it, pressing my thighs together as I watched him.
“I opened my mouth, Finnian,” I growled.
He grinned, and it wasn’t sweet at all.
It was lecherous and knowing, and it made my clit pulse.
“Thirsty?” he asked as he walked forward, still pumping his cock.
“Famished.” I stretched my neck out and poked out my tongue, hoping to get a hit of the precum that was rolling down the head of his cock.
He guided his cock head to my tongue and dragged it deliciously against it.
Salty sweetness hit my tongue and exploded.
Moaning, I reached out for another taste, and he leaned forward and guided his cock to my waiting mouth.
This time, I got more than just a lick. I got the tip of his cock.
I sucked as far as he would allow, and groaned when I only got the first inch before his fist met my lips.
He gradually gave me more and more, and then pulled back just before I was going to take over half.
“If it gets too much, tap my thigh,” he ordered.
I nodded greedily. “Okay.”
He gave me his cock again, but this time he didn’t restrict how much I could take.
So, of course, I immediately choked on it.
But he didn’t pull back, only let me choke.
My eyes started to water, but I was determined to take more than half, so I pushed through.
My eyes had an amazing view of his muscular thighs and ballsack, and I couldn’t stop myself from bringing one hand up to cup the outside of his thigh, while the other cupped more delicate things.
He growled and pulled back, giving me a breath.
“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered as he went back in. “I want to taste you.”
I breathed through my nose as best as I could while his mouth started to kiss my pelvic bone. My pussy lips. My clit.
He lifted my hips up and curled them toward him.
My thighs fell open on their own accord, and he went to town on my pussy while I urged him to move with my hands on his thighs and balls.
He gave it to me softly and slowly at first, but the closer I got to the edge, the harder he would thrust into my throat.
I never truly got all of him, instinctively he was very aware of what he was giving me the entire time, but it was enough.
When his balls started to draw up, that was all it took for me.
I came on his tongue, throat loosening as I tried and failed to scream—which was a good thing since we had a bunch of military men who were still keyed up from the earlier confrontation that I certainly didn’t want to hear.
Finnian’s hands went to my ass and squeezed, his fingers brushing my asshole, and I started to gush.
I knew I was making a mess.
I just couldn’t stop myself.
Didn’t want to stop myself.
Finnian grunted against my pussy, and then I could feel hot pulses of his seed shooting straight down the back of my throat.
My nipples pebbled, and I moaned around his cock, causing it to jerk.
When he was through, he pulled out, and his wet cock slid down my face to my eye before he pulled farther back and resituated us.
But he didn’t cuddle me like I expected.
He flipped me around to my hands and knees and shoved his cock back inside me hard.
I cried out, unable to stop the sound from leaving my throat, and fisted my hands into his sheets.
One corner of the sheets popped off, but I paid it no mind as he started to fuck me hard and fast.
It was harder than I’d ever experienced, and right on the verge of pain.
It was everything I never knew I wanted.
Finnian was a strong, large man, and the way he came down onto his fists by my head and cocooned my body with his only added to the “well fucked” effect.
His body was like a work of art.
What I could see of his wrist and forearm would stay with me forever. Veins popping. Muscles shifting. Tendons distended.
The hand that I wasn’t facing came up and around, pressing flat against my belly, and I groaned at the angle that he’d changed.
“Gonna fill you up full,” he growled against my ear, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin. “Going to make you scream. Then, when you fall asleep, I’m going to give you a little bit of rest, and then I’m going to wake you up fucking you.”
I shivered and didn’t respond.
Couldn’t.
Because another orgasm was on the horizon, and this one was much bigger than the one he’d just given me.
All-consuming.
“Want to fuck you so hard you walk funny for a week,” he said.
“I want everyone to know that you’re mine.
I want you in my bed. I want you to smell like me when you get out of it.
I want my beard burn on your throat.” He rubbed against me there.
“I want to make you mine in every single way possible.”
“I am yours,” I croaked.
He slammed home and said one word. “Good.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as the orgasm took over, stealing all of my senses with it.
I don’t know how long it was later before I finally came back to myself, but when I did, it was with Finnian’s arms around me and him still buried deep inside.
There was wetness between my thighs beyond what he’d left there when he’d eaten me earlier, letting me know that he’d joined me in release.
But both of us were silent, albeit breathing quickly.
As our breathing slowed, my eyes got heavier.
And soon, I was asleep.