Chapter 30 Finn
FINN
Exercising with a gunshot wound isn’t easy. If I were smart, I’d probably stick to rest.
But there’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to sit still for the next three weeks of healing.
Only Seamus knows the truth. Not the full details though. I had to tell someone on the inside, just in case shit goes sideways. Fortunately, he didn’t ask too many questions. Just laughed and told me to enjoy the painkillers. He’s been shot enough times to know how this goes.
Our story’s simple. I have a bad flu for a while and after that, I’m on a business trip overseas. That’ll account for three weeks hiding out.
Which I fucking despise.
I float on my back and kick my feet. Above me, the afternoon sky is speckled with floating, fluffy clouds.
One looks like a duck. Another’s like a car ripping through a mountain.
It’s peaceful in the pool today, even though I really shouldn’t be doing this.
But the bandage is waterproof and the sling keeps me stable, so it’s not that bad.
I do a weird, awkward backstroke, gritting my teeth against the occasional painful jolts.
This is my fucking fault. I never should have gone into an operation half-prepared. I knew from the start that it was a massive risk, but I got greedy. I wanted to take down Dermot too badly, and that blinded me to the holes in the plan.
Worse than all that, I put Caroline at risk.
I deserve the pain and worse.
After a while, I notice her sitting in the chairs near the sauna.
She’s in a black bikini, dark against her skin, with her hair up and her sunglasses on.
Caroline’s watching me, or at least I think she is.
Her lips are pink and pressed together, and she doesn’t look happy as I paddle my way over and awkwardly climb out with one arm.
Her eyebrows quirk when I stand in front of her. Water drips off my body. She tilts the sunglasses down.
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” she asks.
“You should see it when I get hard.”
She snorts, trying not to smile. “Hilarious. But you’re still an idiot.”
I sit down at the end of her chair. She watches me, moving her feet out of the way. I’m cold but it feels good.
“I can’t just sit around and do nothing.”
“You got shot.”
“Really? Hadn’t noticed.”
“Most people would still be in the hospital. Speaking of which—” She bends sideways and produces a medicine bottle. “Time for your meds.”
I grunt unhappily but don’t fight. Right now, my biggest risk is infection. Swimming in a pool probably isn’t helping with that much. I dry swallow the pills and lean back on one hand with a sigh.
“What I wouldn’t give for some whiskey right about now.”
“We agreed to go easy on the drinking for at least another week.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m not drowning myself.”
“You’re so dramatic. I thought you were a big, strong, tough guy?”
“It’s not the pain that gets me. I’m bored.”
She flips her sunglasses up as my eyes stray to her chest. “Don’t expect me to entertain you.”
“Why not? There are certain positions—”
“Hard no.”
“I bet I could convince you.” I move closer and put my hand on her thigh. She licks her lips but lightly bats me away.
“Hands to yourself.” She sits up, spreading her legs to either side of the chair. Fuck, I love her body. It makes my heart race just seeing her in a bathing suit. “Actually, I had an idea I wanted to run by you. Since you’re bored, maybe now’s a good time.”
“When you have an idea, that means trouble’s coming.”
She glances at my shoulder and I can tell I said the wrong thing. She struggles to mask the guilt but I can see it flash across her face. “It won’t involve you getting hurt,” she says very softly.
“Caroline, I don’t blame you.”
“It was my idea. I pushed you into it.” She looks down at her hands. “You said we should wait, but I convinced you anyway.”
“I let you convince me. I practically begged you to. This isn’t on you.”
She doesn’t look convinced. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“What’s your idea?”
“No, forget it.”
“Don’t make me drag it from you.” I lean forward, good hand snaking into her hair. She gasps lightly as I shuffle closer and pull her into me. I kiss her neck and sink my teeth into her shoulder. “Talk or I bite harder.”
“That’s… not really fair…”
“Good. Talk.”
“Ah—” she says, whimpering as I kiss her. “Mmmm, okay, hard to think but, uh—” She takes a breath and sighs. “You know I met with my dad and my brothers. They’re falling apart. Like seriously losing their minds.”
“That’s good.” I pause, kissing her throat. I can already see where this is going, but I’m curious what she’s thinking. “Tell me more.”
“Well, we don’t have to do anything right now… except encourage them. I think Mal’s paranoid as hell. Dermot’s definitely on edge. Dad’s a total mess. What if we just… kept nudging them?”
“Keep talking.” I kiss her chin and tighten my grip on her hair. Fuck, if my other hand weren’t useless, I’d already be stroking it down her breasts and between her legs.
“We make sure they suspect each other… seed them with rumors… bad information… it would be low risk… oh, god.”
I bite her lower lip. “Low risk,” I repeat, staring into her eyes. I release her hair and reach down to untie her top. She doesn’t stop me.
“Nobody gets hurt.”
“And if we’re lucky—” Her top comes loose. I cup one breast tightly, teasing her nipple. “They do it for us.”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I’m not sure what she’s responding to as I bury her mouth with mine.
I know this is fucking stupid. We should have backed off her family already. They’re way too suspicious. I nearly got killed already trying to push unreasonably hard.
But I can’t help myself. I want her as badly as I want revenge and the two emotions are getting mixed up in my head.
She’s pleasure and light; she’s perfection and need and hate; she’s everything I should run from and everything I have to devour. Kissing her, moving down her neck, shoving her legs open, I know this is how my life ends, and I don’t care.
I suck her inner thigh, nibbling her tender skin, getting closer to her pussy.
Her fingers dig into my hair and she leans back against the chair, breasts heaving with every breath until I finally find her soaking wet little bud.
I lick it, tongue circling around, and I love the sounds she makes, the little gasps and moans, and I love how fucked this is, how we’re both drenched in blood and wanting more, and how that’s all confused with the simplest fact of all:
I’m falling for her. Stupidly, insanely, but intensely.
“Oh, fuck, Finn,” she moans, back arching, fingers tugging me tighter to her pussy.
She’s such a greedy little slut, and I love it.
I eat her, licking and sucking. I have to push her down with one hand, shoving her chest against the chair, hand teasing her beautiful tits as I keep licking her.
My tongue laps her folds up and down, gliding along slick sensitive skin, and she’s bucking against my face.
I fuck her pussy with my tongue, growling how good she tastes between delicious mouthfuls.
“Keep going,” she says, almost wailing it, her tone pinched and her breath hitched.
My hand moves up further, finding the edge of her throat.
She whimpers, grabbing my wrist and holding it tight against her.
I shouldn’t, but I slip free of my sling, shrugging it off with a painful grunt, and slide my fingers deep into her pussy.
“Finn, don’t,” she moans, but I hold her down with my good hand. I fuck her deep, licking and sucking. “You’re going to… hurt yourself… oh my god… don’t hurt yourself for me…”
I reach up, stretching, and she leans down to take my fingers in her mouth, sucking them hungrily as I keep going, driving my fingers in deeper and sucking and licking wildly.
Pain radiates down my shoulder and I don’t care.
She’s needy, whimpering, moaning, wet and lovely, and it doesn’t matter if this breaks me, not anymore.
I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my life.
I’ve never felt anything that made me want to keep on living more.
I’ll give her anything she wants. I’ll ruin myself for her.
“Fuck, Finn!” She arches into me, knocking into my gunshot arm.
I don’t stop as she comes. I taste her sweet orgasm like honey on my tongue.
She pants my name and that’s the most incredible song I’ve ever heard.
She loses herself, wild under my touch. I don't relent until she finally gasps, lying back and breathing hard.
I pull away, staring at her. I shrug the sling back on with a smirk.
“Good girl.” I push myself to my feet. She stares at me, body flushed, nipples stiff. More beautiful than I could’ve ever dreamed. “We’ll do things your way.”
“I knew you’d come around.” She grins, glassy-eyed and happy. “It’ll work out. You’ll see.”
I bend down and lightly kiss her lips. “I’ll make sure of that.”