Game(17)

I drove from Fiore’s mansion in silence.

We stayed in silence right up until I heard Shayna sniffle.

It was about thirty minutes later.

“We have to work together,” I said.

“Fuck off, Finn. You set me up.”

“Excuse me? I set you up? You were the one who eye f*cked me. You were the one who got into the middle of that fight. You were the one who pointed a gun at me…”

Shayna turned and looked at me. Tears ran down her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy. Why did she somehow look even more pretty?

I swallowed the rest of my venomous words as I stared at her.

I had nothing to say, or do. I wasn’t used to these kinds of moments anymore. The last time… well, it didn’t really matter. These moments - past and future - were taken from me. If a woman wanted to cry, she could do it in her own car and she could drive her own ass home.

But Shayna didn’t have a car. Or a truck. She didn’t even have a place to go.

She was all mine, in the strangest sense possible.

“Look,” I said, “for right now, we have to go along with Fiore. He knows and we know that it’s not something that happens overnight.”

“Uh, do you know where babies come from, Finn?”

I laughed. I reached out and touched the tear on Shayna’s cheek. “Yes, sweetie, I know where babies come from.”

“Then it could happen overnight.”

“I know that,” I whispered. “What I’m saying is that we don’t have to…” Are you going tell this beautiful woman that you don’t want to f*ck her? Are you serious, Finn? If you even dare say it, you better get your head checked. “… we have time, okay?”

“That guy back there didn’t look like he knew what time was,” Shayna said.

My thumb stroked her cheek. There were no more tears now, but I liked the way her cheek felt to my touch. It left a pulse straight through my arm to my chest. Trust me, nothing romantic, because that pulse then went straight from my heart right down between my legs. My cock ached for her. I wanted to f*ck her even more than when I first saw her.

But to let it all go… inside her… get her… pregnant…

“Let’s just get to my place and figure something out,” I said. “Grab something to eat and try to breathe. I didn’t expect that to happen back there. Fiore lost…”

“Okay,” Shayna said. “I just can’t believe all of this is happening.”

“Sweetie, what did you think would happen? You took off from Zander to save my ass. You have no idea who I am. That’s insane.”

“And now you have to get me pregnant.”

Yeah, hearing her say it wasn’t so bad, but that was because my dick kept throbbing and I was half convinced to believe and do anything to get into her panties and get between her legs.

My hand slid around to the back of her neck. My fingers tugged at her. She didn’t resist. We inched closer. Our foreheads touched for a second. I could smell her. All of her. Her eyes were still glossy, glistening from the tears. This would have been the perfect moment to tell her that I would take care of her. That I’d help her through anything. That if she got knocked up, I’d be there for her the entire time. And if and when Fiore took the baby - our child - I’d still be there.

But I couldn’t spew words that I didn’t fully believe. Yeah, that made me an even bigger *, but at least I could be man enough to face it.

She turned her head a little and I killed the half an inch between our lips. We kissed, once, then I pulled back a little.

“A little practice,” I whispered.

I kissed her again. And again. Our tongues touched.

Fuck. No. Don’t do this…

I pulled away again and for good. My hand went back to her cheek.

“What?” she asked.

Truthfully, I couldn’t do it. I wanted to f*ck her, but not get her pregnant. And if anything happened without the intention of that, we’d be going against Fiore. Time was pushing against us.

“You want to get pregnant in the back of a pickup truck on the side of a road?” I asked.

Shayna’s face dropped. “Uh…”

“That’s what I thought.”

I faced the steering wheel and hurried to drive. The back tires kicked up some rocks and the ass of the truck darted left to right trying to find traction.

This was really bad now. I’d kissed her. And I wanted more. Like the first punch in a fight, the feeling of my hand smashing into someone’s face… it was a drug. The need for a high.

I licked my lips and got that same feeling.

Shayna was my new drug, my new high. But f*cking with her was more deadly than fighting for her.

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We went into a small store on the way to the cabin. I grabbed just a handful of items to hold us over for a few days. Fiore would be sure to protect us and if there was anything really needed, he’d be there to help. That was, of course, all done with the anticipation of me knocking up Shayna.

And I couldn’t even fight it off because of what he said.

One of his other guys… or a bunch of them… Shayna in a room alone with them…

The thought didn’t make me sick as much as it made me jealous. I didn’t get jealous, not with women.