Chapter 3 Finn
FINN
Jayne’s is pretty packed tonight, and I can feel everyone’s eyes on me. I ignore them and glare down at the scumbag with his arm around my woman. All I care about right now is her.
Mira Coolidge.
My cop buddy ran her plate an hour after she left. I wasn’t shocked to find out who her parents were. It made perfect sense given the Benz, the watch, and the wardrobe. What doesn’t make sense is how this bastard in front of me thinks he has the right to put his arm around her.
This princess belongs to me.
“Get your hands off her,” I repeat, my voice lower this time.
The prick looks up at me, and I recognize him immediately. His name is Stan, from the Smoke and Skulls, a biker gang that was almost completely wiped out by mine, The Heartless Bastards, a few years back.
“The fuck did you say—?” he starts to snarl but stops when he sees the patch on my jacket. His face hardens, and he lifts his arm off Mira. My heartrate slows slightly, but I’m still tense, my fists clenched and ready.
“That’s right,” I growl. “Get up and get lost.”
As he stands, he sucks in a deep breath and puffs his chest out like he’s not intimidated. But he fails miserably. I’m at least six inches taller than him, and in way better shape. He simply can’t hold a candle to me, and everyone here knows it.
“Fine,” he says as he backs away. “Take her. She’s probably a royal pain in the ass anyway.”
I want to mash his teeth in for speaking about Mira that way, but it’s best not to make a scene and get myself thrown out. I’m here for her, and I can’t see her if I’m busy dealing with the cops.
I keep my eyes on Stan until he’s back at his table with the other Skulls, then turn to Mira’s friend, who’s looking at me like she can’t believe what just happened.
“What’s wrong with you?” I grunt. “Aren’t you her friend? How are you gonna let that skeeze-bag grope her like that!?”
“Fuck you!” Her friend scowls.
“Don’t you have pepper spray or something to protect yourselves?” I’m furious. How can these two be so vulnerable when guys like Stan are around? “The world isn’t a nice safe place like in the sitcoms.”
I should have been here to protect her—
“Hey!” Mira snaps, standing. “Don’t talk to my friend like that!”
Again, her beauty almost levels me. Her scent causes my lust to skyrocket. My rage for Stan has me redlining. I need to calm myself down before I explode.
Mira’s eyes are narrow as she glares at me.
I can see the mess in her makeup I made when I busted all over her gorgeous face and marked her as mine.
My cock jerks as I think about how incredible it will be to spread her open and spray my seed inside her.
Christ, I wonder she could still be a virgin.
For some reason, I’m just getting that energy from her.
“As a matter of fact,” Mira’s friend says, standing and doing her best to look scary and failing miserably. “Why don’t you get the fuck out of here? I mean, thanks for the help, but—”
“I save her ass and you don’t even invite me for a drink?” I ask, eyeing Mira, who begins to shift uncomfortably. After a moment, she purses her lips and slowly nods.
“Okay,” Mira replies. “That’s true. Finn did me a favor. We probably owe him a drink for that.”
From this above angle, I get an eyeful of her cleavage, and it takes all my self-restraint not to just slide my hand down her shirt and cup those beautiful tits.
I bet they’re so firm and perky. After she left the shop, I was killing myself for not getting my hands on them when I had the chance.
I guess I just wasn’t thinking straight. I was too focused on getting her off.
“Yeah, let’s buy this random guy a drink,” Sandy scoffs. “I’m sure when your fiancé finds out about that, he won’t have a shit-fit.”
My chest burns, and my body goes tense.
Fiancé?
It’s like a bomb just went off above me, sending my whole world spinning. That same feeling of betrayal and abandonment I felt back at the shop comes barreling back into me like a truck with the throttle pinned. My fists clench even tighter, causing my knuckles to ache.
Now it all makes sense.
The gorgeous, privileged princess knew she was getting married and just wanted to have one last fling with a working-class roughneck like me before going back to her castle with her Prince Charming.
I knew it.
A girl like her would never settle for a guy like me. But I deluded myself into thinking I had a chance. That I’d show up here and sweep her off her feet like some kind of hero. What the hell was I thinking?
I drag my eyes over her body, drinking in her curves and overwhelming beauty. I must have her. There’s no way I’m letting her walk out of my life without having her one more time. Without experiencing that unclaimed slit. She got what she wanted from me, now I’m going to get what I need from her.
She’s eyeing me nervously, like she’s afraid of what I’m about to do. I want to grab her by the hair and drag her out of here like a caveman, but even I can’t pull something like that off in a bar full of people. So I take a calming breath and ask, “You wanna see my bike?”
Sandy clears her throat, pretty explicitly hinting at me to fuck off. But Mira searches my face for a clue as to my intentions. I give her nothing. If she doesn’t get it by now, she never will.
Of course she’s going to shut me down.
The princess goes home with the prince, not the pauper.
But to my surprise, she shrugs. “Sure. Show me.”
Sandy gives he a look like she’s crazy as she stands. “Are you kidding, Mira?”
“It’s fine,” I tell her. “Order a milkshake or something. We’ll be back soon.”
I can tell she wants to say something, but my eyes keep her in her seat as I take Mira’s hand and lead her out the front door and into the parking lot. I pull her around the side and into the shadows where my bike sits alone, still warm from the ride over.
“You surprise me, princess,” I tell her.
“Why’s that?”
“I didn’t think you’d come out here without your friend with you.” She’s already blushing as she looks back at me, then looks over at my bike.
“Well, I guess I’m not as predictable as you think I am.”
Her words are like a hot dagger, challenging me to act. And this time, I can’t restrain myself. I grab her by the hair and pull her close and force her to look me in the eye. It’s like having a piece of art in my hands.
“So I guess I couldn’t predict that a princess like you would be engaged to—let me guess—a lawyer?”
She shakes her head defiantly, her cheeks growing redder by the second.
“A doctor?”
“Wrong again,” she hisses. What’s this girl thinking?
She came out here willingly, but now she’s acting like I’m the bad guy.
Like I’m the one who did something wrong.
I just saved her from a total creep. She’s the one who hid her engagement from me after entrapping me with her beauty back at the shop.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” I growl, pushing her down onto my bike saddle as I unbuckle my belt. My cock is throbbing as I pull it out. She tries not to look but can’t help herself. She also can’t hide her reaction when she sees it again. Her eyes widen, and her lower lip trembles.
“Another fee for fixing my car?” she quips.
I shake my head. “No, princess. This is much simpler. You owe me.”
“Oh? And what for?” she asks, challenging me with her eyes.
“I got rid of that creep back there, and I deserve compensation. So you’re gonna take my blue-collar cock in that royal mouth of yours and you’re gonna suck me until I pump my hot load down your throat,” I growl. My words are filthy and filled with possessive anger.
“Oh, so not on my face this time?” She’s being sassy, but I see the lust in her eyes.
She wants this.
She loves it.
“Not this time.” I shake my head. “You’re gonna swallow every drop.”
There’s no way I can let Mira go home to another man.
Just the thought has me raging. I’m not a jealous guy, but envious thoughts are overtaking me.
I’ve never had a woman I’ve given two shits about, but picturing her kissing whatever trust-fund baby she’s going to get hitched to has me seething with fury.
But this time when she goes home tonight and kisses him, her lips and tongue will be marked by my cum.
“How did you even find me?” she asks, my stiff cock just inches from her lips.
“I have my ways, Mira.” I smirk. “Now stop talking and open up.”
Obediently, she does exactly what I say.
Driven by unbridled desire, I slip the tip of my swollen hard-on between her lips.
My balls are already swollen tight with arousal, and when the sensation of her warm, wet mouth hits me, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from coming instantly.
I can’t understand why I’m reacting to Mira like this.
Something about her just drives me wild and has sunk into me like a nail driven deep into my mind. Something I can’t shake. I’ve always been able to control myself around women, but that control goes out the window around her. And if I’m being honest with myself, it’s terrifying.
I thought I’d have to use my grip on her hair to force her down on my inches, but she reaches out and grabs my hilt and eagerly slides my entire shaft down her throat.
“Jesus Christ, princess,” I gasp as the sensation rocks me. “You’re naughtier than you look, aren’t you? You like feeling that thick, swollen shaft pressing against your tongue, don’t you?”
Her warm mouth massages my cock as she moves up and down on it, giving me a sexy view of her tits bouncing so seductively.
I can feel my pre-cum dripping out as she sucks me, and it turns me on to think about just how fertile she is and how easy it would be to impregnate her right here.
All it would take is loading up that tiny, untouched hole of hers…
“You sure you’ve never done this, princess?
” I groan. “Because I’m pretty sure you suck my dick better than it’s ever been sucked before.
” I feel her moan something back in response, sending a gleeful vibration through my engorged length.
I grip her hair tighter in my fist and fuck her throat, my head swimming with elation.
And that’s when she looks up at me, her soft eyes wide and innocent, as she sits on my bike taking my dick in her mouth.
She reaches carefully up and uses her fingernails to stroke my balls, enhancing the sensations already coursing through me.
I’m in heaven. No woman has ever driven me to the edge like this.
I have stamina, and I want nothing more than to fuck Mira for hours on end.
But right now, whatever she’s doing to me is having a profound effect, and I’m ready to explode.
“Get ready to swallow,” I tell her. “I’m gonna come a lot for you, princess. And I don’t want you to waste a single drop.”
She moans back in agreement, nodding slightly as she keeps her eyes fixed on mine.
I want to stare back at her for my entire orgasm, but when I go off, I can’t stop myself from throwing my head back like a werewolf and growling up at the night sky.
My eyes snap shut, and I drive my hips forward, thrusting every single inch I have down her throat as my cock pulses and I empty my balls into her stomach.
My body shakes, and I reach down and slide my hands into her shirt to grab her tits. They’re even better than I thought. This girl is literal perfection. She sucks eagerly, as if she can’t get enough of my release. When I told her not to waste a drop, she listened.
When I’m finally able to open my eyes, I see her legs spread like she’s ready to take it right here on my bike.
And at the delta where her sweet thighs meet her pussy, I see a tiny little wet spot, signaling her arousal.
Christ, now I want to bury my face down there and run my tongue through her soaked channel until she’s screaming my name over and over.
But I’m so spent that I can barely even stand.
And the shock that hits me when I pull my cock from her lips is like being hit by a fucking stun gun.
I manage to get ahold of myself, then look down at my beauty with such possessiveness in my soul.
She belongs to me. This fiancé thing…I can’t allow that to happen.
I reach down with a tenderness I’ve never known and stroke her hair back out of her face, revealing just how lovely she is. Our eyes meet, and it’s like there’s something deeper there she’s trying to communicate to me.
Is she asking me to save her?
Does she want out of this engagement?
What if that’s it? What if I’m not just a fling, but she really wants me?
I could throw her on my bike, and we could leave Chesterville forever.
I could leave the Heartless Bastards, and she could leave the Coolidges.
We could start over somewhere else. How gorgeous would this beauty look with a baby in her belly?
“Mira—” But before I can even begin, I hear the sound of the bar door bursting open and barely have time to get my pants up before Sandy comes around the corner like a typhoon.
“There you are!” she whines, sounding like a dying cat. “You were gone so long I thought he might have kidnapped you.”
Talk about a splash of cold water to the face.
“Sure, protect her from me but not from Stan.” I roll my eyes.
“From who?” she retorts.
“Forget it,” I reply. I turn back to Mira, the shining light in my life. “Next time I’ll make sure to give you a ride.”