Game(24)

Finn put his fingertips to my shoulders and pulled at me.

A second later, my mouth was back on him. I eased back and forth against him, feeling him thickening by the second. He filled my mouth completely, leaving me testing boundaries I never thought I’d test. My hand touching his stomach curled, clawing at him. My other hand stroked at him. I wanted to please all of his perfect dick. Every inch, over and over. I started to move faster, feeling more confidence in myself than I had felt in a long time. Each time my lips touched the soft ridge on the tip of his cock, he grunted. He then started to thrust at me, pulling and pushing, moving with my mouth.

It felt good. So f*cking good.

I groaned and Finn hissed a breath. “Fuck, sweetie, keep doing that.”

So I did.

Back and forth, up and down, my hand stroking as my mouth savored him.

The entire scene started to speed up even more. Finn took a firm grip to the back of my head. He pulled as he thrust, sending himself deep into my mouth. He pulled back and I tightened my hold on him, making him hiss and grunt. Each time he sank into me, I groaned, just like he wanted.

As he reached his pinnacle, I took over, moving even faster. I waited until he started to climax before slowing. When I felt him explode, I sank down on him and stayed right there. I forced my tongue to move back and forth against the bottom of his pulsing shaft. My hand held at the root of his cock and I kept pumping.

I stayed right there until he was done.

When I finally pulled back and away, my face was bright red and I was out of breath. With one last swallow, I looked up at him. The look in his eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen yet with Finn.

His hands moved away from me and he quickly tucked himself away.

My body was aching. Slowly, I put my hands to the couch and gripped. I wanted Finn right now. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to do… whatever he needed to do. The moment was there and the moment was right. In all the wrong, there was a glimmer of right.

But Finn wasn’t having it.

“That’s not how to make a f*cking baby,” he growled.

“You didn’t seem to mind.”

He stepped back. “You shouldn’t have f*cking done that.”

“What? I didn’t see you stopping…”

Finn turned and kicked the end table next to the couch. It flipped upside down and the lamp on it hit the floor, shattering.

He charged to the door and disappeared a second later, leaving the door wide open.

I was alone, again.

What had just happened?



~



It took me a few minutes to finally move. It was pretty obvious Finn wasn’t going to come rushing back inside to finish the job. To grab me, hold me down, and f*ck me. He had given me the f*ck me eyes before, but now it was more like get the f*ck away from me.

I moved from the couch and grabbed the table. I picked it back up. The lamp was a total loss. There were two dozen pieces of it on the floor. The light bulb didn’t shatter, but it didn’t work anymore. I grabbed at the cord and unplugged it.

Then I saw the broken frame on the floor.

It was a picture of the woods during a beautiful sunset. It looked like the kind of picture that was in picture frames when you bought them at the store. When I turned the frame, glass shards fell to the floor, along with the picture of the sunset.

Behind that picture was another one. A folded up picture. I peeled it out of the broken frame and dropped the frame. As I opened the picture, I glanced to the door, wondering if and when Finn was going to come back.

Finn didn’t come back.

I opened the picture and fell back to my ass.

It was a picture of Finn with a woman. A beautiful woman with blonde hair pulled back. She had sunglasses down to the tip of her nose. Her eyes were a wildly crystal blue color. She had pieces of hair that were messy and sticking out of her ponytail but it made her look even prettier. Attached to her cheek was Finn. He had scruff on his face, a smile that was genuine, and his eyes were a beautiful brown color. Nothing like the man I had been with. Nothing like the angry fighter, fists curled up, ready to unleash.

They were in the woods somewhere for the picture, the woman sitting on his lap. Their arms were entangled together as they held each other. One thing was pretty evident - this was a woman Finn loved. Yet the picture was folded up and hidden behind some other picture.

Why?

Who was this woman?

I folded up the picture and climbed to my feet. I looked around the cabin and the questions kept flooding me. Finn had been a sexy, mysterious man the second I met eyes with him at that fight.

Now, he was even more mysterious. He was even more sexy.

I needed him more than ever. Not just for the answers to all the questions, but for a chance to survive.

I took one step toward the door and I heard the slam of a door.

The truck.

The truck then started and I started to run.

Finn was trying to leave me.





17.


(Finn)



I got into the truck and slammed the door.

What the f*ck are you doing, Finn?

I had no purpose touching her face, her hair, none of that shit. Especially doing it in the cabin. Not the goddamn cabin. Never. That wasn’t what the cabin was for.

Shayna needed to get pregnant? Yeah, sure, I could figure that out. Just take her outside or toss her in the bed of the truck and go at it. That I could do. That I could enjoy.