Game(45)

32.


(Shayna)



Call me anything in the book, but I liked the way my voice sounded against the shower wall. I had my hands to the wall, bent over, the water hitting my back. Finn had a death grip on my hips, pulling me back each time he f*cked forward, filling me to the point where I had to get up on my toes for some kind of relief.

We couldn’t stop going at it…

There was nothing else really to do though. We were basically stuck in the cabin. Fiore brought Finn a new truck. He had the wreckage cleaned up and assured both of us that we were safe and that he had a crew fighting back at Zander.

He also told us he made sure Zander knew of me and Finn. That we were f*cking like rabbits and that I was already pregnant. That alone made me want to kill Fiore. I didn’t trust the man, but I couldn’t do a thing about it. Somehow in the process of trying to find and save my sister I had pissed off two very powerful men from two different organizations.

Go me.

“Oh, Shayna,” Finn growled from behind me. His hands grabbed my ass, pushing and pulling at me. “Fuck, sweetie. Fuck…”

The hot water pounded against my back. It cascaded down to my ass, making loud splashing noises as Finn kept going.

I never felt a man like Finn before. Size, strength, pain.

He had asked me if I had ever been in love before.

The truth?

I had thought I was in love a few times. What woman didn’t?

But from the moment Finn touched my body, tasted my skin, devoured my wildest desires, I knew what real love was.

Love.

I felt all of Finn’s love inside me. Pulling, pushing, a feeling that went beyond f*cking. When he came, I shut my eyes and lost myself in that world of throbbing pleasure. I felt him pulsing inside me for what felt like hours. Keeping me on the edge of orgasm. His hands slid up my body, spreading wide across my stomach and chest, pulling me up, devouring me with his strength. Strength that was deserved and earned through working out and fighting for survival.

I stood and felt him slowly ease out of my body. His right hand cupped my right breast. His left hand rested on my belly. The water hit our bodies and I put my head to his shoulder. It was so calming, relaxing, a moment that I’d never forget. I looked at him and he looked at me.

“What about the Cormac thing?” I asked.

“What?”

“You and Cormac. Fighting. Have you thought about going back to that?”

“We’re standing naked in a shower together and you’re asking me about my future?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “Is that a problem?”

“No. Not at all.” Finn kissed me. The water could never match the heat between us. “I don’t know. That’s the answer. I make a lot of money with Fiore. He’s a good man to me. Always straight with me. I have my own celebrity status doing what I do. I have protection. I mean, I rolled a truck and made a phone call… and it was all taken care of.”

“But it’s all illegal,” I whispered. “That’s the life you want? For yourself? Your… family…?”

“I don’t have any family.”

I reached up and touched his cheek. “You have me.”

And maybe there’s life inside me already.

If there was, did it matter? The thought of carrying a baby and then giving it away to Fiore… just, no.

“I have you,” Finn said. “And right now, we have to get through all this shit. We have to stick together and do whatever it takes. Zander is going to keep pushing and Fiore will keep fighting. For us, we just have to keep f*cking.”

I slipped my hand back and grabbed at Finn. “I think we can arrange that.”

Finn smiled big. “We’re going to run out of hot water soon. Let’s take this to the bed.”

I nodded.

I wanted to tell him how much it meant to me that he opened himself and the cabin for me. I knew how hard it was for him to talk about Carrie. I knew how hard it was for him to take me inside the cabin. Not just using his hands or his mouth, but he offered his entire body to me. Again and again.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I looked down and touched my stomach. As I swallowed hard, trying to gather up all my emotions, I thought about it. I really thought about it. Being pregnant. By Finn. Carrying his child.

It was insane to think.

It was even more insane to want it… and to not want to give the baby to Fiore.

I looked back at the shower and saw Finn’s figure through the curtain.

I bit my lip and didn’t know how to handle it all.

I convinced myself I was better off waiting in bed, naked, and letting Finn f*ck all the worry out of me.

That at least made me smile.

I opened the door and screamed.

Fiore stood there, something in his hand.



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I stumbled back and almost lost my towel.

Finn dove out of the shower, completely naked, fists curled tight, up, ready to attack.

“Well then,” Fiore said as though this was a normal thing for him. “Did I just catch you two after a few rounds in the shower?”

“What the hell?” Finn yelled.

I leaned against the bathroom sink. I looked at Finn, standing there, dripping wet, naked, and my eyes couldn’t help but scan his body from the side. There were muscles everywhere. Aside from his bulky arms, the way his abs curled around to his ribs, showing off ridges that could make any woman melt. He had his legs staggered in a stance, all of it coming to him naturally. He was born to fight. To defend. To protect.