Chapter Two
Finn
Fuck, the woman was goddamn beautiful, even more so with surprise in her eyes. When she’d been giving her closing statement a thrill had gone through my body, starting in my toes, going over my scalp, and giving me a boner that could hammer nails into wood.
I hadn’t planned on sitting in the public gallery today.
I’d come to the courthouse with the intention of taking Rebecca for a coffee—our date on Friday was too long to wait, and besides, I had a proposal to swing by her.
But when I’d seen the public entrance to the court open and people wandering in, I’d done the same and taken a seat in the gallery.
And wow, I was glad I had. Law was clearly her passion. She’d spoken from the heart, clear, succinct, yet getting into the mind of every juror. There was no way they could find this poor woman, Emma, guilty of murder. That would be fucking insanity.
But what had warmed me the most, and turned me on the most, was the fact she clearly thought the same way as me and Cillian, and, for that matter, the entire Galahad gang—justice was the mainstay of civilization and the balance of the scales must be maintained at all costs.
Bad fuckers deserved what was coming to them, in this case, Emma’s husband.
He’d deserved a bullet to the heart. Actually no, he’d got off lightly.
I’d have given him the slow, gut-spilling death he’d mentioned and made sure he’d died in pure agony.
“Finn.” Rebecca glanced at the closed door and then up at me. “We can’t be in here.”
A small high window to her left highlighted her pretty features.
Dark eyes ringed with liner and long black lashes, a perfectly straight nose, and rosy red lips that were made for kissing.
Her jawline was delicate, her chin a little pointed, and her auburn hair hung down from under the gray/white wig she wore.
“No one knows we’re here, doll. This is just a store cupboard.” I pushed a lock of hair over her shoulder. “Why do you wear this…thing on your head?”
“This thing,” she said, “is a periwig, and we have to wear them in court.”
“Why?” I studied the odd coils of fake hair. It suited her in a strange kind of a way. Her long black robe didn’t, though, that hid the gorgeous hourglass figure I knew lurked beneath.
“It’s a mark of respect for the court formalities,” she said, tugging it off and letting it hang in her hand. She smoothed her hand over her shiny hair, pushing it back from her forehead. “I could get fined for not wearing it in there.”
“Wow, really.” I chuckled. “It’s so stuffy this place.”
“Justice is a serious business.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I stepped closer to her, my smile falling. “Evil deserves its day of reckoning.”
She took a step back, her shoulders brushing up against the wall. “What do you want? Why are you here at all?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“You could have waited until Friday.”
“I couldn’t.” I breathed deep, her perfume filling my nose and reminding me of my grandmother’s flowerbeds back in County Wicklow. “I couldn’t wait.”
“Why not?” She blinked several times and then swiped her tongue over her bottom lip.
Jesus help me, my boner was coming back at the speed of light. “I had to ask you something.”
“And it couldn’t have been asked on our date?” She set one hand on my chest, over my leather jacket.
A jolt of electricity went through me, the connection between us like nothing I’d known before. I swallowed, my throat tight. “No, not really.”
“Why not?” Her lips parted, and her breaths were shallow.
The urge to kiss her was growing, ballooning, consuming me. I moved closer still, until the heat of her body radiated onto mine and I was lost in her dark gaze. “Because it’s about dinner out, and I don’t have your number.”
“That’s true, you don’t.”
“You were fucking great in there, you know.” The image of her holding the attention of the entire court would stay with me forever.
“I know I was.” She smiled suddenly. “I just hope it was enough.”
“It will be.” I paused. I was enjoying having her fill my senses. “You’ll get the verdict you want.”
“I want it for Emma. She’s a victim not a criminal.”
“I agree.” I touched her cheek. Her skin was silky soft, and when I traced to her jawline then to her chin, her pupils widened.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.
“And you’re a bad man. The public aren’t allowed in this part of the courthouse.”
“I won’t be long. I’ve just got to…”
“What?”
“Do this.” I ducked my head and pressed my lips to hers.
A small mewling sound came from her, then she gripped my jacket and melted against my body, her wig and notes falling to the floor.
I hauled her close, tilted my head, and deepened the kiss. God, I wanted her. She tasted of summer days as her mouth moved with mine. Our tongues tangled, and desire flooded my system.
“Finn,” she gasped. “We shouldn’t…”
“How can something so good be wrong?” I grinned, kissed her again, and pinned her to the wall with my body. This was where I wanted the amazing, talented, passionate woman who’d had my libido raging since the moment I’d met her. Up against a wall and at my mercy.
“I’ve just got you out of one mess with the law,” she said breathlessly onto my lips, “I might not be able to get you out of another one.”
“We won’t get caught.” I filled my hand with her right breast, over her clothing.
She gasped, and a tremble caught her bottom lip.
“You feel amazing,” I murmured, her flesh soft on my palm. “I’m so fucking horny for you. Haven’t felt this way in a long time.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“No…believe it or not, it’s been a while since I’ve wanted to even kiss someone, but now…” My cock surged within my pants. “Now it’s all I want to do…kiss you. Fuck you.” I hit my mouth down on hers again.
She melted onto me, and I knew the rest of the world had faded away for her the same way it had for me.
And for some reason, I got the feeling it had been a while since she’d kissed anyone, too.
Her social media stated that she was single, last relationship three years ago.
Had she even had a one-night stand to quench the hunger that was so evident in her?
“You taste so good,” I murmured, kissing over her cheek to her ear. “So fucking good.”
She clung to me and drew one leg up to my hip.
I clasped the back of her thigh and butted my cock to the juncture of her thighs.
Her stuttering moan of longing filled my mouth. Jeez, this woman was starving. I needed to give her what she was due.
I released her breast and slipped my hand lower, under the folds of the black robe to find her clothing. She wore pants with an elastic waist, and I tucked my hand into the warmth.
“Finn…what are you—?”
“Doing?” I touched the tip of my nose to hers. “I’m going to give you what you need, what you’re crying out for.”
“You can’t.” Her chest pushed against mine with each of her fast breaths. “Not here.”
“You don’t have to do anything.” I found the elastic of her satiny knickers and delved beneath them. Her soft heat was nearly my undoing, and I had to summon all of my willpower not to undo my pants and fuck her hard and fast.
That was a step too far for the here and now.
“Just take what I give you,” I whispered onto her lips. “And say thank you.”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she appeared lost to the sensation of me pressing my fingertips to her clit.
“Rebecca…say thank you.”
“Thank you.” She swallowed noisily. “Yes. Thank you.”
I smiled and rubbed her sweet nub in a fast circle, catching the sensitive skin just above it.
“Oh God.” She tensed.
I held her tighter and fingered her clit some more.
“Just there. Yes. Just there, Finn.”
“I know,” I growled and stared into her face. We were playing with fire doing this here, but I didn’t care. “Be quick.”
“I will…don’t stop…oh fuck…what am I doing?”
I tensed my hold on her and spoke onto her lips again. “You’re not doing anything, it’s me. I’m the guilty one. You’re just standing there.”
“Your Irish logic…is fucked up.” She looped one arm around my neck. She was hanging on to me, her body pliant.
“It’s always worked in the past, my Irish logic.”
“Oh yeah.” Her eyes fluttered closed. “It’s working now…whatever it is…that’s it just there…fuck…”
I smiled and watched her enraptured expression as she concentrated on her building orgasm.
Her responsiveness was a turn-on. This was just the first of many orgasms she’d have with me, and likely just as many with Cillian if she was up for being shared.
“I…I can’t stand up for this…”
“I’ve got you.”
“No.” Her eyes opened. “I’ve never been able to stand up and come…I just…it’s not something I can do.”
“I’ve got you. Let go, you won’t fall.” I wrapped my free arm tighter around her waist and used the wall to grip her vise-like. “Come, you’re so fucking beautiful. I want to watch you come.”
She groaned and closed her eyes again, her head falling back and a shard of light from the window once again grazing her pretty face.
For a moment she reminded me of an angel, but then she clasped my ear in a hard grip and bucked her hips. “I’m coming…oh, in the name of…fucking…fuck…yes. Yes!”
I clamped my mouth to hers while she writhed through an intense climax that did take her legs from under her. Luckily, I held her safely, and her cry of pleasure was caught in my mouth, the sound muffled to any passing ears.
I stayed with her, working her clit as she trembled and shook and then dropped her head to the crook of my neck.
“You okay?” I asked.
She wriggled, and I pulled my hand from her pants.
“Rebecca. Are you okay?”
She set her leg on the floor and let her arms fall to her sides. Her robe fell back into position. “That was…”
“Fucking awesome?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Risky and irresponsible, illegal, probably, in a courthouse, and if not, then highly inappropriate.”
“But who is to know? There’s no evidence when a woman comes.” I sniffed my fingers. “Well, maybe a bit.”
She swatted my shoulder. “We have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. They could call for me to get back into court at any moment.”
“Yeah, you’re right but…”
“But what?” She stooped and plucked her wig and notes from the floor. She set the wig back on her head; it was a little askew.
“I haven’t asked you what I came here to ask you.”
“Which is?” She held her notes to her chest like a barrier between us.
I didn’t like that and I frowned.
“Finn Sullivan, spit it out.”
I took a deep breath. “There’s two of us taking you to dinner on Friday.”
“What?”
“If you want, that is?”
“I don’t understand.” She shook her head slightly.
“My brother, Cillian, I think you’d like him.”
Her eyes widened. “Your brother?”
“Well, my twin actually. He’s single, and I know he’d think you’re hot, and if you think I’m hot then you’ll think he is, and well…it could be cool.”
“I…” Her brow creased. “You’re saying…you’re saying there’s two of you?”
I laughed quietly. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“And it would be a threesome date?” She drew a circle in the air.
“Yeah. A threesome date. Say no if you want, or meet him and then say no. Up to you.”
She tipped her head.
I could almost see the cogs of her mind working. Would she go for it, or had I scared her off? Cillian and I had shared a woman in the past, we knew we could do it, but would Rebecca be willing to give it a go? It would be bloody good fun if she was.
“Cillian.” She nodded slowly.
“Yeah.”
“And is he as reckless and badass as you?”
I shrugged and grinned.
She pursed her lips. “This Friday?”
“Restaurant is booked, but only for two. You fancy meeting my brother, then just say the word and I’ll give them a call and make it for three.”
“And he looks like you?”
“We’re identical…in every way.” I cupped my groin, my cock still hard. “I promise.”
“For goodness sake.” She stepped past me and clasped the door handle.
“Rebecca?”
“I must be goddamn crazy.” She shook her head. “But yes, call the restaurant. I’ll meet your brother.”
“You won’t be disappointed.”
“Perhaps not, but I’m definitely out of my mind.” She slipped from the room, leaving only the scent of her perfume mixed with her arousal.
I leaned back against the wall and rested my face in my hands. I hadn’t planned any of that. Not kissing her and certainly not fingering her sweet clit until she orgasmed. But it had happened. She’d made me forget all sense, all rational thought.
And that was just the kind of woman we were hunting for.