Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
He purrs, content and dripping lust. His tongue laps against mine, his lips are soft and firm, his hand digs into my hair possessively. Controlling, taking, owning. I give myself to him, feeling all my pent-up fear and anxiety fade away under his touch.
“I’m here to bring you home, love,” he whispers, forehead pressed to mine.
I shiver, grinning like an idiot. “I can’t wait.”
My father takes this opportunity to clear his throat. “Uh, Dara? Are you gonna introduce me?”
I jump, yelping in surprise. I completely forgot he was in the room. Embarrassed, I make the introductions. Finn shakes my father’s hand, and my father even looks a little abashed by the whole situation.
My mother comes down. She fawns over Finn, acting like she’s in the presence of royalty. Shane comes in and discreetly begins packing my things with Genna’s help.
“We’ll come visit again, or maybe you two can fly out to Boston,” Finn says when we’re at the door. “I’d love to get to know my in-laws better.”
Mom beams. “We’d enjoy that.”
Dad grunts.
“Well, Mom, Dad, thanks for letting me stay.” I hug them quickly.
If they think this is weird, neither of them say so.
Mom squeezes my hand and looks like she shrinks back into herself as I follow Finn through the door, down the porch, and toward his waiting black town car.
“I know that was hard,” he says, getting me into the back and buckling me in. He keep a hand on my thigh like he can’t stop touching me, even with Genna chattering away up front, badgering Shane to tell her everything that’s been happening. “But you’re coming back with me now, wife, and I won’t ever let you go again.”
“But what about your parents? And the vote? And McLaren—Finn, did you…?” I trail off, unable to say it.
He tilts his head, staring at me with that smoldering intensity. “You should choose now. Do you want to know the ugly details? Do you want all the truth, or would you rather remain blissfully ignorant?”
I shake my head. “Tell me.”
“I blew McLaren’s car to pieces and shoved a gun in Robin’s mouth.”
I lean back, eyes going wide. “You did what to Robin?”
“Chipped her tooth on the way in.” He smiles to himself. “She called the senator that lost us the vote and pleaded with him to change his mind. Seems as though he’s going to and there will be one more vote.”
Genna whistles. “Good move.”
“Thank you.” Finn’s staring at me. The car starts moving down the street. “Are you scared?” he asks.
I nod once. “Yes.”
“You don’t have to be afraid of me.” He’s speaking like I’m a cat about to bolt.
But that’s not it. “I’m afraid… but I’m afraid for you.”
His head tilts. “For me?”
“You killed someone. You put a gun in Robin’s mouth. That opens you up to problems in the future, doesn’t it? What if Robin tells someone? What if—” I don’t even know what if, but a thousand terrible scenarios all course through my brain.
He takes my hands in his, looking happier than I’ve ever seen him. “You’re worried about me, but you don’t have to be. Let me do all the worrying.”
“That’s not really how relationships work, Finn.”
“But that’s how I work.”
“Right, fine, I’ll shut down my brain. You can do with me as you please, like a doll.”
His eyebrows raise. “Tempting.”
“Asshole.” I lean forward and kiss him. “I care about you, okay? We just agreed to take us seriously. I don’t want to do long distance and have to visit you in prison.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“You better not.”
He hugs me tight. I catch Genna’s look in the rearview mirror—her eyes are rolling and she looks thoroughly disgusted.
Not that I can blame her. This is a truly gross display of emotions, but I can’t help myself. I feel wound up, so tightly charged, and I need to release myself somehow.
Back at the airport, he skips the normal terminal and heads toward the private planes.
Chapter 46
Finn
I feast on Dara during the flight home. Shane and Genna put on headphones and sit up front.
I shut the privacy curtain, pin my wife down on the fold-out bed, and slip two fingers deep inside her while I suck her clit hard.
She comes once, twice, and finally lays there, sated and sweaty and grinning like an idiot.
“I really missed you,” she says, laughing and stretching. “Also, private planes are awesome.”
“I missed you too.” I pull her into my lap. She wiggles her hips.
“Still hard?” she asks, eyebrows raised.
“For now.” My thumb grazes her low lip. She takes it into her mouth and sucks, lightly licking the tip. “We need to talk first.”
“About what?” She reaches down between her legs and slowly strokes my cock.
Fuck, that feels good. “When we land, we’re heading straight to see my mother.” She pauses. I grip her wrist. “Don’t fucking stop,” I growl.