Chapter 31
Indirect Method
Sara
I’m warm and floating in water with the sun pouring down on me. The waves gently rock me. It’s peaceful, but my insides ache with need. There’s a pulsing between my legs that just won’t subside. Something soft and warm rubs my pussy.
The water? No, more solid.
Fingers thrust in and out of me, making me hot and needy.
“Shh, flower, sleep.”
I smile, still basking in the sun, but now Finn hovers over me, bringing his weight down on me. His cock eases inside and I breathe out in a rush. My eyes open to the darkness and awareness creeps into my mind.
“Finn?”
He thrusts in deep and I moan, so keyed up already.
“What gave me away?” He lifts my legs wide to spread me open for him. We went to sleep after the shower. I didn’t even say good night to the others. Too exhausted from everything. I don’t know how to feel about Wyatt and her, so I figured I’d ignore it for now.
“I was dreaming of the ocean and then you were there. Fucking me.”
“Mmm, I’d love to fuck you in the ocean.” He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking me while he fucks me.
The dam breaks and I arch up into him as my release overwhelms me.
“That’s it. Come all over my cock, flower.” He groans against my ear as his cock drives in and out of my still-trembling pussy. “Mmm, I don’t know which way I like you best. Awake and taking me or crawling out of your skin with desire asleep.”
“Finn.”
He’s winding me so tight again. I can’t hold back as another wave of release crashes over me. He fucks into me one final time before his warm cum fills me. His weight falls over me, but he holds himself up so I don’t take all of it.
“You enjoying sex, flower?” He brushes my hair away from my face.
His room is dark. I turn my face toward his and his nose brushes against mine.
“Yes.” My voice sounds deeper and quiet in the dark.
His mouth captures mine and I whimper. His cock is still hard inside me, but it’s softened.
“I could spend days fucking you and not get enough.” He breathes in my hair as he slips out of me.
I push my hand through his hair. “It wouldn’t take much to convince me.”
He chuckles and rolls to his side, taking me with him, drawing me into his warmth, sliding his leg between mine.
Releasing my breath, I rest my head against his chest. “Thank you.”
“For what, flower?”
It’s hard to explain, but I try. “For being the guy who doesn’t push me to answer when I don’t want to.”
Dante would want to figure everything out. Wyatt would want me to tell him the pieces that are missing. Finn just wants me.
He strokes my hair. “Go to sleep and I’ll try to fuck you quietly next time.”
I grin against his skin. I seriously doubt he can fuck me while I sleep, but the steady beat of his heart and his warmth lull me into dreams again.
Finn
I’ve never had anyone like Sara before. Someone who trusts me so completely she’ll fall asleep in my arms even though I’ve promised to do naughty things to her.
Unfortunately, I fall asleep too. It’s morning when I wake. Sara still sleeps beside me on her front. The curve of her ass swells under the sheet. Drawing the sheet down, I slide my hand over her warm ass cheeks, spreading them open.
Fuck, she’s perfect. Her little puckered hole begs me to fuck it. Leaning down, I lick her, sliding my tongue over it.
She whimpers in her sleep. We have time before the alarms go off. I lick and push my tongue into her asshole. She releases a low moan as I work her asshole with my tongue.
I shift carefully to reach into the drawer, pulling out the lube and coating my fingers. I ease the tip of my finger inside her ass. When she clenches around me, I push a little deeper. Her legs spread for me.
I push all the way to my knuckle, then draw it out and add a second finger, easing inside her, slowly, carefully. It’s about slowness. I almost fucked her pussy last night without waking her.
She’ll wake when I breach her asshole with my cock, but fuck, it will still be spectacular. I add a third lubed finger, gliding them in and out. The sunlight barely creeps around the curtains, giving the room a dimness that lets me watch my fingers moving inside her. Her breath quickens.
“Does that feel good, flower?” I whisper. My fingers fuck in and out of her ass. Her pussy clenches around nothing.
Needing to feel her around me, I draw my fingers out and rub lube over my cock. Lining up with her puckered hole, I push in steadily. This woman’s pussy is made for cock, but fuck if her ass and mouth aren’t perfect for it too.
I ease in, feeling that tight ring work up my cock until I’m all the way inside her ass. “Such a good, tight ass you have. You can come from having your throat fucked, but can you come just from having your ass fucked, flower?”
Slowly, I work up to fucking her ass. She makes these little noises in her throat, but she doesn’t wake up. I kneel, my knees on either side of her hips, thrusting my cock in and out of her ass. Her smooth back tenses as my cock disappears into her fully.
Her asshole tightens around me. It’s not as encompassing as her pussy, but it’s so fucking tight. She moans and pushes her hips up into me.
“Oh, fuck.” Her voice is sleepy.
“Exactly, flower.” I pull out and push back in.
“Finn,” she whimpers, bringing her knees under herself, opening herself up to me more.
“Fuck. Such a good girl. You ready to get fucked?” I slide my fingers over her clit.
“Yes please.” She braces her hands against the headboard.
I move my hands to her hips and guide her as she helps me, rocking back and forth.
When she comes, moaning low and throaty, her pussy gushes onto the sheets beneath her.
“Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.” Groaning, I thrust into her before coming deep inside her ass. My whole body tightening as I empty into her.
Pulling out, I fall beside her on the bed, holding a hand over my throbbing heart.
“Was it the orgasm that woke you?” I turn my head to look at her, still ass up head down, hands braced on the headboard.
“Mmm.” She releases a breath and collapses on the bed. “You’re going to continue to disrupt my sleep, aren’t you?”
She turns and those beautiful green eyes lock with mine. It doesn’t seem to upset her. I give her a cocksure grin.
“I got into that ass without waking you, flower.” When I run my hand down her back, she sighs. “I’m going to defile this body every chance I get. You good with that?”
Her satisfied smile makes my breath catch. “Yeah. I’m good with that.”
My gaze jerks up as Sara walks past my door, probably going for her third cup of coffee.
She’s going to kill me with those skirts and blouses, showing off every curve.
I lean back in my chair. I should feel bad about waking her not once but twice last night.
Next time, I’ll try not to wake her at all.
A grin spreads across my face.
She walks back by, sipping her coffee. I’m tempted to bring her into my office and have her down on her knees for me. Or better, bend her over the desk. Or make her sit on the desk and show me how she likes to get off.
I run a hand through my hair. Fuck, I need to focus.
“Any luck figuring out the businesses Tom was working on?” Dante comes into my office, his tablet holding all his focus.
Not only did Tom leave us high and dry and in charge of Sara, but he also left his workload for us to manage on top of our own clients. Fucker.
“Do you mean his secret clients or the ones that we approved of?” I lean back in my chair and stare at Dante.
Dante lifts his gaze and narrows his eyes. “You need to vent?”
I blow out a breath. “No. I might need a fuck, but you’re not my type.”
He rolls his eyes at my grin. “Sara needs to focus too. She’s working on the Lavender Fields file.”
One of Tom’s clients. “Yes, I’m working on my clients and Tom’s today. We need to set up the audit for his legit banking client.”
“We don’t know the new clients aren’t.” Dante leans against the doorframe. “I’ll put together the schedule, but Tom should be back by then.”
“Maybe.” I drag my hand through my hair. “Who knows with him?”
Sara appears behind Dante, wringing her hands. I straighten and stand.
“What’s wrong?”
She glances at Dante and he moves to the side so she can come into my office. He follows her in.
“Do I need to get Wyatt?” Dante gestures toward the wall.
She shakes her head. Her face is pale. “He’s busy on a call.”
Dante glances over his shoulder at the door and then closes it. “Sit, pip, before you fall over.”
She almost collapses into the chair.
“What is it?” I almost want to say, What did Tom do now?
“Mom and Roger extended their vacation another month. She emailed me and Tom.” Her wide eyes lift to mine. “Tom replied.”
This is the first time he’s made contact since he went missing.
“Show us.” Dante sets his tablet down and reaches for her phone.
She glances up at him and offers it to him without another word. Her brows furrow as she watches him read it. He hands it to me.
Have a good time. Looking forward to hearing all about it. -Tom
I set her phone on my desk and count to five. “What the actual fuck?”
Sara shakes her head.
“He’s making sure they don’t know anything. The longer they stay away, the fewer people we need to protect.” Dante clenches his fist.
“Why wouldn’t he just tell them?” Sara’s knuckles are white as she holds her hands. “If he’s in trouble, someone can help him. But we can’t if he keeps running away.”
This has always been an issue with Tom. If I did something he didn’t like, he’d freeze me out. The same with Wyatt and Dante. Like we didn’t matter anymore. But he never froze out Sara. He always stayed in touch with her.
Fuck, he’s hurting her and I can’t stand it.
“Come here, flower.” I push back and wait for her to round the desk.
Drawing her down on my lap, I sweep her hair over her shoulder, smoothing my hands over the tense muscles of her neck and shoulders.
“Tom isn’t doing this to hurt you,” I say softly. “He just has to figure this out and then he’ll come back. He’s smart and knows what he’s doing.” I hope. “You have us.”
Her muscles loosen beneath my touch and she turns. Her eyes search mine before she wraps her arms around my shoulders. I slide my hands around her and hold her close.
“Why won’t he answer my email?” she whispers into my shoulder. “We need information and to know what we’re up against, but he ignores my every attempt to get ahold of him.”
“Maybe it’s not safe, pip.” Dante walks around my desk and cradles her head in his hand. “Maybe you’re being watched more closely than we know.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.” She presses her forehead against my shoulder.
Something clicks into place when she’s in my arms. The way she fits against me is like she’s the piece I’ve been missing all these years. It doesn’t matter if I’m fucking her or just holding her. I meant it when I said she’s mine. She’s always been ours.
And now I have to help heal her again after Tom’s been a dick.
“We’ll figure this out, flower.” I inhale her citrus scent. “All of us. And we’ll bring Tom home.”
She lifts her head and searches my eyes. Fuck, I hope she finds what she needs in them.
“Thank you.” She cups my jaw with her hands and leans in to kiss me. It’s soft and I don’t make it into more than what it is. She needs my comfort not my cock shoved inside her.
“We’ll figure this out.” Dante meets my gaze as she slides off my lap.
Yes, we will, because the only thing that truly matters is that Sara is safe.