Chapter 5 Finn
FINN
I’m covered in grease, and sweat is dripping down my spine, but my hands are steady and firm as I wrench the bolt free.
The metal of the engine groans in protest, as do I, as a dull ache runs through my back.
I just ignore it. It’s nothing compared to the ache of loss I’ve felt every day since I last saw Mira.
The memory of her scent, her warmth, her taste, the sound of her voice—it’s been playing on a non-stop loop in my mind every moment we’ve been apart.
I didn’t claim her behind Jayne’s on my bike, and goddamn it, I should have.
She was so soft and sweet and innocent as she moaned on my cock while I slid it in and out of her tender lips.
Just knowing I had the opportunity right there and I blew it is like a sore that’s been eating away at me. My want for her has grown into something desperate. A need. And if I don’t do something about it soon, I’m going to fall apart.
But what can I do?
Go sit outside her house again until security shows up, or worse, she calls the cops on me?
Sit outside Tyler’s office and wait to see if she goes to visit him?
I don’t have the money, the power, or the influence her family does.
I’m just a mechanic. A biker. The bottom tier of society.
If the Coolidges want me to end up as nothing more than a spot of dirt beneath their expensive shoe, then that’s what I’ll be.
No, I have to play this one right. Carefully.
But no matter what, I will make Mira mine.
The sound of a car engine outside causes me to look up from the bike I’m working on. I wipe my hands on a rag, and my heart skips a beat when I see a Benz pull into the lot—a Benz I’ve seen before.
Mira.
The car door opens, and first, I see her leg.
Long, sleek, lustrous, and sensual. She’s wearing a pair of black heels with red bottoms, a slim-fit red skirt, and a tight white top that shows off the perfection of her curves.
Her chestnut hair is up in a bun, accentuating the flawless lines of her face, but her eyes are hidden behind a pair of large, black designer sunglasses.
My cock twitches at the sight of her. She could not be any more perfect. I want her so goddamn bad.
She walks toward me like a dream. My Mira, dressed like a model, her hips swaying like the personification of feminine energy. Her legs look a mile long as she moves, and I can’t stop thinking about her juicy little slit at their apex, just waiting for my cock to split her open.
My pulse kicks hard like a mule as she approaches. I feel the eyes from the other guys as they look over at me, but I ignore them. My life is her and only her right now.
She isn’t smiling. But I’m fine with that. There’s nothing funny about our situation—our relationship. If anything, her circumstances are more dire than she knows.
“Finn,” she says, stopping maybe a foot away from me, one hand planted sassily on her hip. “Are you stalking me?”
My mouth goes dry. “What do you mean, princess?”
“Don’t play dumb,” she replies, pulling her phone from her purse. She swipes and shows me a photo of me, sitting on my bike, parked across the street from her house. Shit. “Security footage from the other night. So I ask you again—”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” My response shuts her up. In fact, her breath hitches, and she blinks several times, shocked by my reply.
“Excuse me?”
“You ever think there may have been another reason I was there?” I ask. “Other than stalking you?”
I don’t know whether I’m offended or impressed by the fact that she came here with this photo.
She could have gone to the cops, and with her last name, I’d no doubt be in the back of a squad car right now.
But little does Mira know, she’s not the only one with an interesting photo.
The only difference is mine actually proves something sinister about her fiancé, Tyler.
“And what would that reason be?” she asks.
Christ, I really want to tell her. But I also don’t want to be the one to shatter the fantasy of her perfect life.
I can’t see her actually being into Tyler, but what if she is?
What if she’s actually in love with him and has just made a couple of mistakes with me?
If I prove he’s been cheating on her, she might end up lashing out in anger and blaming me for his actions.
That could mean never seeing her again…
I step closer, enough to make her eyes shift up to keep them locked on me. “Why did you come here, Mira?” Her lips part for a moment then close again. “You could have had Daddy’s security show up or called the cops on me. But you didn’t. You came. Why?”
I reach out and lift her sunglasses from her face, revealing her gorgeous eyes. She doesn’t even flinch or pull away. She just lets me do it. She’s okay with my familiarity. More than okay.
“I just wanted to ask you about this—” She holds out the photo again, but I cut her off, shaking my head.
“No. You came to see if what we had was real,” I reply, my voice low and rough. “If what you felt was more than just a moment in time. If it was something solid you can hold on to.”
Mira shakes her head. “It didn’t mean anything…”
“Liar,” I snap. I move in, and her hand comes up, pressing against my chest like she’s about to push me back. But her fingers curl into the grease-stained fabric of my shirt instead, and I see that she’s trembling.
“Just tell me…why were you there?” she asks. “What did you want?”
There are two truths I could reveal to her now: the truth of the photo—of Tyler’s infidelity—or the truth of my crushing desire for her.
I lean closer, brushing my lips against her ear. “I was there for you.” Her body quivers. “To take you from Tyler, because you belong to me.”
Mira pulls back, her eyes wide and flashing. “T-Tyler? How do you know about him?”
“He doesn’t deserve you,” I tell her. “And I think you know that.”
I want to tell her so badly. But it could end in disaster. I’m walking a thin tightrope now over a pit of flames, and we’re both on the brink of plummeting in if I make one wrong move.
I run my eyes up Mira’s body. Her skirt looks like it’s hanging on for dear life, and those perky, teenage tits are about to burst out of her tight white top. My dick is rock hard as I breathe in her scent. My lust for her is overwhelming.
“Sorry, princess, but there was a problem processing your payment,” I say, loud enough that the rest of the shop can hear me. Mira gives me a strange look. “I’m gonna need you to come into the office so we can straighten it out.”
I don’t even wait for her response. I just walk away, knowing she’ll follow. Which she does. Once inside, I close and lock the door behind us and draw the shutters, giving us complete privacy.
“A payment problem, huh?” she asks.
“Your payment went through just fine.”
Her eyes dart around the room. We both know what’s happening here. She’s just a little more timid than I am. I need to show her that it’s okay to want what she wants.
“You like to play games, don’t you?”
My lips twist into a crooked smirk. “Games?”
“You could have just asked me out when I showed up here the first time,” she says.
“A guy like me ask out a girl like you?” I laugh. “We both know how that would have gone, princess.”
Mira cocks her head to the side and crosses her arms over her chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know damn well.”
She scoffs. “And I’m just supposed to believe you showed up at Jayne’s by total accident when that dickhead was coming onto me?”
I move right in on her, cock throbbing with desire. “You wish I hadn’t? Would you have preferred I’d just let him keep his hands all over you like that?”
Mira’s eyes narrow. Got her.
She stares back at me, lips trembling, as blood rushes to my cock. Never in my life have I felt desire like this for a woman. Just having her in my presence turns me into a goddamn animal.
I can’t stop thinking of her perfect tits, her smooth thighs, and her soaked little slit. She’s a goddess made to be bred, and every snapshot I’ve taken of her is flashing through my brain.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” she mutters.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re undressing me in your mind.”
Christ, is she psychic? I move in closer and take her soft hands in mine. “And would something be wrong with that?” I ask. “Given what we’ve already done?”
Her breath catches in her chest before she shakes her head. “I’m en—engaged…”
“Are you married?” I ask. Again, she shakes her head.
“Then you don’t belong to anyone.”
Anyone but me.
She sways a little bit like she’s going to move away, but I slip my hand around her waist and pull her to me.
Her lips part, and her voice flutters. “Finn—”
I cut her off with a kiss, deep and enveloping. She moans into my mouth and arches her back, pressing her breasts into my chest, causing my cock to ache with furious need and desire. I’m burning all over with animalistic hunger.
This is where I belong.
Mira is my heaven.
I shouldn’t be thinking about laying her out on Slate’s desk and fucking her silly. Slate’s been nothing but kind to me, and I shouldn’t disrespect him like that. But goddamn, it’s Mira for Christ’s sake! How could I not be thinking that right now?
The spark between us is undeniable. It’s like being hit in the chest while simultaneously getting high on the world’s greatest heroin. Not that I’ve ever been into drugs.
I slide my hand up her leg, lifting the hem of her skirt, but that’s when she pulls back. Her eyes are smoldering, but I can’t tell if it’s anger or desire. “So is this how you treat all your female customers?”
“What?” I snap back in shock. She can’t be serious.
“You heard me,” she replies defiantly. “You’re way too smooth for it to have been your first time doing this.”
I don’t know whether to be complimented or offended. “Smooth?” I almost laugh, snatching her back. My cock is screaming in desperation.