Chapter 7 Ultimate Dick-Deflater #2
Disconnecting quickly, I glared daggers at the man sitting next to me.
I should’ve known there was going to be an issue when Mac requested to switch our call to video.
There for a second, I thought Finn was going to whip it out and piss around me in a circle.
It wasn’t his fault. Mac was goading him from the start.
I’d never wanted to strangle someone more than when he asked if I wanted to have dinner the next time he was in town. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
Men. Grr.
“I don’t like that guy.”
“No shit.”
“He still wants you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Finn. He was playing you.”
“He wants what’s mine.” A salacious grin slid across his face as he stood. “Did Mac ever fuck you in your office?”
“Excuse me?”
He leaned down and grasped my hands, pulling me to my feet. The protest was on the tip of my tongue. However, a gasp came out when he lifted me by the hips, setting me on the edge of my antique wooden desk.
“Did he spread you out on top of all your paperwork, then lick your pussy until you came?”
The temperature in the room shot from comfortable to blazing. Goosebumps erupted in places I didn’t know they could.
“We’re not having sex in here, Finn.”
“You sure about that, baby?” He licked his lips, stepping between my thighs. Who knew when I chose a flowing skirt this morning, over my usual formfitting ones, that this would be the end result. “A hundred bucks says you soaked straight through your panties.”
He didn’t wait for an invitation; his warm hand sliding up the inside of my thigh. I knew exactly what he’d find and it was my turn to grin when his eyes widened almost comically.
“No panties, Special Agent Mitchell?”
“I forgot to pack them.”
“If it were up to me, you’d never wear them again.” He slid two fingers inside of me. “Easy access.”
My body came alive under his skillful ministrations.
I thought I knew pleasure until his fingers were replaced by his wicked tongue.
He sucked and lapped at my clit, while I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming his name.
Then he stopped everything and took a step back.
With a frustrated grunt, I moved my hand, intending to finish the job myself when he snagged my wrist.
“You’ll come on my cock or not at all.”
I heard the hum of his zipper, followed by his hardness at my core. The hand on my wrist went to my mouth as he drove deep in one solid thrust.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled.
Everything on the edge of my desk fell to the floor as he powered into me over and over again. I was riding the edge of oblivion when he stopped a-freaking-gain.
“How are your feet, baby?”
What the fuck? Confused and aching, I stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. And considering he was asking about my feet instead of fucking me, I was pretty sure he had.
“Your feet, baby. Do they hurt?”
“No, they don’t hurt,” I snapped. As soon as the words left my mouth, he drug me off the desk and flipped me around.
“Bend over and hold on.”
Hands flat, I tipped my ass, nearly tipping over when he slammed into my pussy from behind. Wrapping a fist around my ponytail, he pulled my head back and to the side, taking my mouth in a hard, wet kiss.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
What I thought were the sounds of my hips hitting the desk turned out to be my office door.
“Waverly,” Duncan called out.
“Hurry,” Finn panted against my lips, reaching around to find my bundle of nerves.
It was all I could do to keep the quiver out of my voice as I yelled, “One minute.”
The excitement from nearly getting caught spurred on my orgasm. If Finn hadn’t been holding me up, I would have melted into a puddle of bliss at his feet. Two strokes later, he pulled out, painting my bare ass with his cum.
I’d never be able to sit in here without remembering what we’d just done. Surprisingly, I was okay with that.
Finn
Watching Waverly go from sex kitten to Resident Agent in Charge Mitchell was a massive turn-on.
I knew she was a force to be reckoned with, but to physically see her in action made me want to drag her back to her office for another go-round.
My woman was a powerhouse in stilettos––or ballet flats as it were, since her feet were too sore to squeeze into her precious heels.
It still burned my arse she’d been hurt protecting me, when all my life I’d been told it should be the other way around.
“Men are the stronger sex.” My father lived by those words.
He’d die by them too, never knowing how wrong he was.
Shawn O’Lachlan was all about Shawn O’Lachlan, and the women he took to his bed didn’t care about anything other than how many zeros were at the end of the check he wrote for their services.
My mom and Sloane’s mom were the only two who ever gave a damn about the man himself.
Unfortunately, he trampled their hearts and never looked back.
He wouldn’t get anywhere near my woman if I had anything to say about it.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Waverly put her hands in the air. “I need a minute to process.”
“Take all the time you need. I’m still having a hard time getting the image out of my head.”
The rest of the team shared looks of shock and disgust, not that I blamed them.
What Lanie was talking about was incomprehensible to me; to anyone really who had a moral compass.
From what little I’d overheard, she and Koen showed up unannounced at a local assisted-living home.
Instead of investigating reports of fraud, they walked-in on the house doctor performing more than a routine physical on a female resident. He was sexually assaulting her.
“What the hell is wrong with people?” she exploded.
“I bet stuff like this happens more often than you think, RAC Mitchell.”
“Thank you for giving me my next nightmare, Jett.”
I’d met the kid ten minutes before and already liked him. He’d make a fantastic agent one day; I had no doubt.
“What I meant was, most of the people who live in those places are already in a vulnerable state. They’re ripe for the picking, so to speak.”
She visibly shuttered. “Please tell me he resisted when you put him in cuffs, Lanie.”
“He did.”
“Good.”
“What about the rest of the staff?” Keaton questioned. “Any indication they were participants in the good doctor’s extracurricular activities?”
“None that we could see,” Koen replied. “In fact, there was a line of nurses who would have taken matters into their own hands had we not gotten him out of there as quickly as we did.”
“Maybe you should’ve let them. Would’ve saved the taxpayers a lot of money.”
While the agents continued their briefing, I snuck back to Waverly’s office to get some work done.
Besides the prosthetics project, Lachlan Industries had its hands in a number of pots.
My software development team, for instance, was researching a new anti-cyberattack technology.
Our hardware would be programmed to recognize computer viruses, then systematically attack them, similar to what chemotherapy does to cancer cells.
In theory, the idea was simple enough, though in actuality, it was much more difficult to accomplish.
My eyes were beginning to burn after two hours of doing nothing but answering emails, so when the video request box from Sloane popped up on the screen, I welcomed the interruption.
“Hey. How’s my favorite sister?”
From the copious number of trees in the background, it was obvious she was sitting outside.
Sloane loved being in nature, always had.
I swore she was going to grow up to be a forest ranger or something of the sort.
Instead, she shocked the hell out of me by becoming an accountant.
Making her the chief financial officer of Lachlan Industries was only logical.
Who better to manage my money than my own flesh and blood?
The squeal of laughter, combined with her mile-wide smile meant the twins were somewhere close by.
“Funny you should say that.”
“Say what?”
“That I’m your only sister.”
“Because you are.”
Her sapphire eyes that matched mine shifted to the right and down. “I’m not.”
“What are you talking about, Sloane?”
“I took one of those DNA tests."
My spine snapped to attention. We’d joked about the possibility of having unknown siblings out there in the world for years. Since Dad had a problem controlling his dick, anything was possible. But I never––not for one second––thought she’d actually do it. This had to be a mistake.
“Why?”
“I had to know.”
“You really didn’t,” I argued.
“Her name is Shannon."
“I’m hanging up now, Sloane.”
My finger was poised to end the call when she blurted, “Dad’s sick, Finnian. Renal failure.”
Feckin’ hell.
Sloane was a daddy’s girl through and through. This would devastate her, for sure. The problem was, as much as I loved my sister, I loathed him more. She took my silence to mean I wanted the details. I’d listen to her, be there for her, but under no circumstances would he get anything from me.
“He needs a kidney.”
“No, Sloane.” I slammed my open palms against the top of the desk; the red haze of rage filling my vision. She didn’t need to say it; I knew her heart.
“What do you mean, no?”
“You are not giving that man a kidney.”
“I wasn’t a match anyway.”
“Jesus feckin’ Christ, Sloane.”
“Whoa.” Warm hands hit my shoulders, instantly lowering my blood pressure. I hadn’t even noticed Waverly come through the door, let alone see her walk right behind me. Joel would curse my lack of situational awareness. “Rein it in before you say something you can’t take back.”
“Hey, Way.” Sloane waved through the camera.
“Hey. Give me a minute with your brother.” She reached over, muting the call.
“How much did you hear?”
“I was already coming to check on you when Sloane mentioned your dad needing a kidney.”
“Then you missed the other news.” Spinning the chair around, I pulled her into my lap sideways. “We have a sister out there we knew nothing about.”
Her eyes widened. “That’s…um, well…that’s unexpected.”
“Understatement, baby.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“What’s there to feel? It’s not this girl’s fault Dad didn’t know how to wrap it up.”
“Gross, but true.” She scrunched her nose.
“The rest will work out the way it’s supposed to, I guess.” I swiped my thumb across her bottom lip, following it with my lips. The kiss was brief, since we weren’t technically alone. Unmuting the call, I set about making things right with my sister. “Sorry.”
“You’re forgiven.” She winked.
“Mama, come ’ere, quick. Ro found a buttery-fly.”
“It's a butterfly, Reagan,” Sloane corrected.
“Dat’s what I said.”
“Is that my little bean sprout?”
“Uncle Finn,” Reagan yelled, then turned to scream even louder for her brother. “Rogan. Uncle Finn’s on da ’puter.”
The two of them were spitting images of Sloane with their thick dark hair and olive-toned skin. Everything was her, except their pale blue eyes.
“How’s my girl? Do you miss me as much as I miss you?”
“Yup.”
“Uncle Finn. I found a buttery-fly.” Rogan nudged his sister out of the way, holding up his new prized possession by the wing. “Are you Uncle Finn’s girlfriend?”
The kid could flip his focus faster than anyone I’d ever seen. It also didn’t take him long to notice the beautiful woman on my lap. Not that I thought it would. He had his uncle’s eye for pretty things.
“She is. Munchkins meet Waverly.”
“You can call me Way.” She waved to them. They returned her wave, then immediately lost interest in us.
“Hey, Ro, you’re hurting her.” Reagan tried to snatch the butterfly from him.
“How do you know it’s a girl?”
“Do you see a penis?”
“Holy crap,” I wheezed, burying my face into Waverly’s neck as she and I both tried and failed to control our laughter.
“All right, the anatomy lesson is over. Say bye to Uncle Finn and Aunt Way.”
My girl went stiff as a board for three-point-two seconds, long enough for me to close the lid of my laptop and wrap her up tight in my arms. Sloane’s little slip was minor compared to everything else that had been thrown at us lately.
Just one more hurdle for us to overcome.
We needed a break from life; to leave reality in the rearview mirror, if only for a little while.
“She didn’t mean anything by it.”
“She did, but it’s okay, Finn. I just don’t want them to get hurt if this thing doesn’t work out between us.”
“There are no ifs. In fact, ifs have been permanently removed from your vocabulary, Agent Mitchell.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.” I seized the opportunity, tickling her sides.
She howled, squirming in my lap against the assault.
What I didn’t expect was for her head to fly back at the same time I leaned forward.
The resulting blow to my nose had me seeing stars.
There was no gush of blood, so I figured it wasn’t broken. It hurt though, dammit.
Worth it just to hear her laugh.
“Shit. Let me see.”
She scrambled off my lap, squatting down in front of me. There were far more enjoyable things she could be doing in that position, other than gently probing the area around my sore nose. My cock agreed until she palpated a particularly sore spot. Pain was the ultimate dick-deflater.
After several minutes, Waverly reached the same conclusion I had. “I don’t think it’s broken. You might have a shiner in the morning.”
“It wouldn’t be the first one I’ve had.”
“Been in a fight before, Mr. O’Lachlan?” Her eyes twinkled with mirth.
I shook my head, chuckling at the memory of my first and only black eye. “Sloane punched me in the face during the twins' delivery.”
“Sloane? What did you do to piss her off?”
Using my thighs, she pushed up off the floor, then hoisted herself onto the desk. I was momentarily distracted since she was sitting in the same spot I’d taken her a few hours before. She cleared her throat, snapping my dirty mind back to the present.
“It wasn’t me. I just got in the way. The nurse told her to quit screaming and push.”
“Oh boy.”
“Yeah. Sloane sat straight up, looked the nurse in the eye and said, ‘Fluff you. I can do both.’ She drew her fist back, I nudged the nurse out of the way and the next thing I knew, her right-cross connected with my eye. I hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.”
“Fluff you?”
“She gave up cursing when she found out she was pregnant.”
“I’m sure it was worth it.”
“The cursing or the punch?”
“The twins’ delivery.”
She’d be right. Black eye aside, holding those tiny babies in my arms mere moments after they took their first breaths was the greatest experience of my life thus far.
A little girl with her mother’s red hair and my blue eyes floated through my mind as I imagined holding my own bundle of joy.
It would be the only thing to top that day. Well, and making Waverly my wife.
Life goals.