Chapter 22
Finn
Every time Kallie passed him in the tiny kitchen, her hip grazed his outer thigh, or she leaned against him as she put the dishes in the sink. Finn's body temperature was hot enough to start a fire.
The warmth of her body, the sweet scent of her hair, and the soft whisper of her breath comforted him. It was there at night, when he held her in his arms, and during the day, when he kept her by his side.
But fuck, he could only take so much. He was getting tired of using his hand for relief every time he slipped into the bathroom.
He glanced at her, wondering if she had any idea that he was in torture from wanting her. She smiled softly.
His chest pounded. Ever since they came in from wandering Everstill, the walls of the house seemed to close in on him, pushing her closer to him.
He'd lived in this house for years without noticing how small it was. Now every inch felt too tight, too warm, too full of her. He couldn't think straight. His skin vibrated. His head buzzed. His chest pounded. His hands shook when he tried to pour water, open a drawer, or trim his whiskers.
She bumped her shoulder against his arm and laughed, giving him a soft apology, but she stepped even closer.
Every muscle in his body hardened. He grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the front of the fridge before he could stop himself.
His fingers curled against Kallie's neck. Sweat broke out along his back. He couldn't go another second.
Nothing would stop him from having sex with Kallie.
"Finn?" she squeaked.
He eased back but kept his hold on her, not letting her get away. Reaching down without moving away from her, he removed his cock from his jeans. Whether she agreed or not, he was going to come with or without her help.
His dick pulsed, seeking out the heat coming off Kallie.
"F-Finn." Her throat convulsed underneath his palm. "You're—" She swallowed. "Scaring me."
Fucking her was against the rules of Everstill. Nobody needed to tell him there was a reason why there were only men living here. One woman amongst them would cause a war if they all felt the same way he did toward Kallie.
"Finn." She screamed past the hold on her.
He kissed her, shoving his hand down the front of her jeans. His fingers slid between the lips of her pussy and sank into the wet warmth of her body.
His fingers curled against Kallie's neck. Sweat broke out along his back. He couldn't go another second.
Nothing would stop him from having sex with Kallie.
Her mouth opened. He slipped his tongue in and deepened the kiss. Something ancient stirred within him. A visceral craving so deep, he moaned.
Slim, soft fingers wrapped around his cock. His chest constricted, and he pulled back his head in surprise.
She stared at his face. His heart thrummed. He expected to find fear staring back at him. Instead, she wasn't moving away. She was touching him.
His pulse pounded. "I could kill you."
"You won't," she whispered.
In all her bravery, she moved her hand, stroking him. His knees weakened, and he thrust into her hold.
He slid his hand off her neck and grabbed the hair at the back of her head, and wound the strands around his fist so she wouldn't get away. While he'd forgotten a lot of his past, he was sure no one had ever trusted him the same way as Kallie.
He slid his finger along her pussy, finding her clit. She gasped, and he rubbed, watching her eyelids flutter as he circled the bundle of nerves.
A tear slipped down her cheek. He leaned forward and kissed the droplet off her face. The salty drop wet the tip of his tongue.
He'd killed a man. The details are lost to him, but he remembered the sixteen years in prison. There was nothing good about him. Yet now he was here with the most beautiful woman in front of him, offering herself to him. And he shook with the need to fuck her.
She let go of him and worked around his arm to unfasten her jeans. Slack came to the material, and she shimmied side to side, pushing the pants past her hips.
Exposed and vulnerable, she panted for breath. He gazed down, past the hem of her shirt to the flat stomach and soft mound. The hair hid her pussy in a narrow line, teasing him.
He growled, pulling her hair. "Open for me."
He pressed against her inner thigh. She sidestepped him.
Pulling her hair, he brought her back. His balls ached. He wasn't going to last much longer.
"Wait." She grabbed his forearm. "I need to get something. Let me go, Finn."
His hand tightened in her hair. He'd never let her go.
"Finn." She panted. "Please."
It took all his strength to uncurl his fingers from her hair. The second he let her go, she moved to step away from him. He hooked her wrist, halting her from leaving.
"It's okay." She pried on his fingers. "I'll be right back."
Instead of waiting, he gripped his cock and followed her to the bedroom. She glanced over her shoulder, lowering her gaze to his cock before rushing to the end of the bed and grabbing the bag she'd brought with her.
Tossing clothes to the side, she pulled out a small box and tossed it to him. He caught it, looking at the package. She'd brought condoms with her.
"I didn't know if you had any here." She stood. "I don't want to get pregnant."
He had never thought of having a child. Before arriving at Everstill, he didn't live the kind of lifestyle to settle down. Living here, there were no women. Sex never entered his mind until Kallie showed up.
He ripped open the box. Seeing the square foil packages, he knew what needed to be done.
Rolling on the protection, he backed Kallie to the bed. He took her to the mattress.
"It's going to hurt." His gaze stayed on her.
He wasn't perfect. He wasn't even kind. In his past, he was a son of a bitch who took no pity on anyone.
But he didn't want to hurt Kallie.
"I know." She inhaled a shuddering breath. "It's okay."
He moved between her legs, and instead of coming up and over her body, he lowered his mouth to her sex. She closed her legs, trapping his head between her thighs. He gripped the soft flesh of her legs and spread her wide, swiping his tongue against the folds of her pussy.
Her unique taste branded his tongue. His balls ached in pleasure.
She squirmed. Whether that was to get away from him or away from the pleasure, he held her still, forcing her to indulge him.
She bucked against him. He took her clit in his mouth and drew it between his lips.
His cock pounded, surge after surge. He locked her legs down, circling his tongue on the tight bud. He wasn't going to last much longer.
He wanted to experience everything with her. There were places on her body he needed to explore. Places he could touch. Places he could slip his dick in. Places that fascinated him and took up most of his thinking nowadays.
"Finn?" Kallie's legs fell to the sides, and she moaned deep in her body. "Th-That's good."
She fisted the blanket at her hips. He widened his mouth when she lifted her hips to press against his face.
He swiped with the flat of his tongue, moving his head up and down. Her arousal filled his nostrils, and her wetness coated his face.
He licked a path from her ass to her clit. His toes curled painfully in his boots. Shifting to his hip, he kicked them off his feet. The movement took his jeans down to his knees. He shifted side to side, getting the offending material off him until his legs were free.
"Oh." Kallie hit the mattress, losing control as her back arched.
Finn sucked on her clit, never letting up. Her inner thighs clamped down on his head, and she shuddered through her orgasm.
As she came down, he lifted his head and moved up her body.
She moaned and clawed wildly, grabbing for him. Her pussy was wet and relaxed from climaxing. He had to fuck her now, before she thought too much of him taking her virginity.
"Look at me." He trapped her on the mattress. "Don't tense up."
She inhaled deeply and nodded, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. He should stop. Give her time.
But he was a son of a bitch.