Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Mercury
To say I’m shocked by her revelation would be an understatement of the century. I don’t startle easily; the training my dad and uncles put us through coupled with what I’ve done as a tracker means that I’m a relatively laidback person.
But Finley’s words have shaken the ground I walk on. A sense of pride rolls through me. After everything she’s been through, she’s not hiding out somewhere, afraid of every little noise or action by others.
She’s the perfect person for you, my dad whispers. I’m not one who necessarily believes in spirits and other woo-woo shit, but with us living so close to the reservation, it could be possible. My head moves in acknowledgement but I don’t utter a word.
Can’t have her thinking she attached herself to a crazy man, after all.
By the time we get back inside, most of the guys have gone their separate ways. I see Pisces and Aries playing cards and drinking their beer, but other than a chin lift, they don’t say a word.
While she’s got a room of her own, I head to mine.
One of the nice things about this farmhouse that Rocco had is that there are several bedrooms that could be considered master suites.
Gemini and Sutton have one, and I have the other since we’re at the top of the heap of this motley crew we’re building a life with as Kings of Anarchy brothers.
After unlocking the door, I usher her in and watch her look around in amazement.
I’m a big man, so I have a California king and while it takes up a lot of room, there’s still a fireplace and sitting area, as well as an en suite.
I’ve painted the room a soft gray and the bedding is complementary.
Thanks to my mom and aunts, I’ve also got those useless pillows they called shams but those are currently piled up in the corner on a chair that I use when I’m putting on my boots.
“You have… you have shams?” she asks through her giggles which have her body shaking with mirth.
“Doesn’t every well-mannered man?” I parry, grinning at her. “Actually, those are courtesy of my mom and aunts who said we weren’t allowed to live like savages.”
“How… how did they manage to do that to a bunch of badass bikers? I presume the other guys also have similar items in their room.”
“Well, one day we were sitting around drinking when the UPS driver showed up and started pulling out box after box. Kind of like what happened at the shop earlier today, only none of us had placed an order for anything.”
“Awww, they were just taking care of their boys,” she teases, still giggling.
Since I love it when she cuts loose and her personality shines through, I take her teasing with a grain of salt. Orion is right about one thing but I’ll cut out my own tongue before I ever admit that out loud.
I am too serious sometimes and a stick in the mud. I know it’s because of the shit I’ve seen that my cousins are thankfully ignorant about and I’ll keep them that way because they don’t need to join me in my nightmares.
“They also have a sense of humor because somehow, they found bedding for Orion that has cars and motorcycles on it,” I reply, snickering. The rest of us got stuff that was more appropriate for an adult.
“How did he react because I’m assuming the rest of y’all got things like you did,” she asks.
“The fucker cheered then immediately grabbed his box and headed to his room,” I say, taking off my boots. “Do you wanna join me in the shower? It’s big enough.”
A light flush pinkens her face but she nods. Thank fuck, because I wanna see her wet and naked. The first I’ll take care of in the shower, then hopefully light the fire that will have her soaked by the time I slide into her tight sheath.
Despite her sudden shyness, she wastes no time stripping down while I turn on the water.
Another decent thing that Rocco did, although I suspect it was for his own benefit, was ensure there was fantastic water pressure.
I did a few modifications and added one of those rainforest shower heads.
Once I’m satisfied with the temperature, I take her hand in mine, our clothes now in a pile on the floor and step inside the huge stall.
Her eyes roam over my body, cataloging each scar, each tattoo until her eyes reach mine. “You’ve been hiding things from me, mister,” she states, putting her hand on her hip.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
She waves the other hand from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. “All of this was under your clothes? If I had known that, I’d have taken my chances a week ago.”
I burst out laughing, once again realizing that her nickname suits her to a T. She’s not a shrinking violet by any stretch of the imagination. The difference in her fierce meekness when I found her and how she is now is like night and day.
“I would have let you,” I admit, lightly moving her under the spray. Once I’m satisfied that her hair is thoroughly wet, I lean in, kiss her nose then turn her, saying, “I’ve wanted to have my hands on your hair and body for weeks now, Finley.”
“I love it when someone else washes my hair,” she confesses.
While I don’t initiate actual sexual contact with her, per se, I don’t limit myself in my touches and caresses as I shampoo and condition her hair, then gently wash her body, paying special attention to her straining breasts as she pants thanks to my ministrations and the promised land between her thighs.
In fact, to make sure she’s squeaky clean, I get down on my knees for a visual inspection, causing her to shriek in surprise.
“Mercury! I want you with every fiber of my body, but I’m not up for shower sex,” she fusses. It’s a weak try, though, because I can see her desire sliding down her thighs.
While I long to plant my face between her strong, silky legs, right now is about setting the stage. The finish line will be in my bed where she’s going to stay as long as I have breath in my body.
“Foreplay,” I whisper, my hot breath teasing the trimmed curls at her apex.
“I’m two seconds away from grabbing your hair and forcing you to do what my body wants from you,” she warns, glaring down at me. I don’t worry because there’s no heat in her gaze outside of pure lust.
“Just wait, wildcat,” I huskily reply. “Now to rinse you.”
“Oh goody, it’s my turn now,” she murmurs, clapping her hands.
Grinning, I waste no time rinsing her off, wanting her touch on my heated body as much as she wants it.
I barely dry us off before I’m scooping her up in my arms and hurrying to my bed, gently setting her down in the middle, shoving the comforter to the end of the bed.
My whole focus on her and I know I started a fire in our shower with how she’s already writhing on the bed with pure, unadulterated need thrumming through her.
“I don’t know where to start,” I murmur as my hands roam her body and my eyes track what my hands are doing.
“Kiss me,” she demands. “That’s a great start as far as I’m concerned.”
“Absolutely, wildcat,” I reply, hovering over her so I can cup her face in my hands, tilt her head then take her lips captive with mine.
As her hands roam my body, I hear her soft mewls of passion which ramps up my own. My dick is steadily leaking pre-cum across her abdomen, which means another shower is in our future, making me grin as I pepper her jawline and neck with kisses.
My goal is to drive her to the point where we can fly through the stratosphere and while we haven’t gotten to the ‘good stuff’ per se, if we stopped right now, despite my aching balls, I’d be satisfied.
Thankfully, she hasn’t said a word about stopping and when I move down to take a turgid nipple between my lips, she lets out a low moan as her legs automatically splay.
Right now, I thank whatever deity is out there that I have the ability to hold a plank for ten minutes.
I chuckle as I move to the other breast, giving it equal attention, because those silly challenges my cousins and I often engage in that keep us in peak shape are helping me out so I don’t crush her with my weight.
She’s not exactly a wisp of a woman; she’s got all the right parts in ample amounts, but it’s obvious she’s physically fit as my hands move down to span her waist while I nibble, lick and kiss my way toward the honey pot that’s steadily leaking.