Game(50)

I got closer and within a few feet of Cormac, I smelled the booze pouring off him.

Before any of us could say a word, Cormac popped Finn in the mouth with a punch.

I gasped and jumped back.

Cormac pushed forward and stumbled at Finn. He tried to swing again but missed. Finn grabbed Cormac by the shirt and threw him back against the pickup truck. Finn brought a fist back and I jumped forward, right into the fight. I used both hands to grab at Finn’s arm. My two hands couldn’t wrap around his flexed bicep. If he threw his fist forward I would have hit Cormac along with the fist.

But Finn eased up.

He lowered his fist.

“He’s drunk!” I cried out.

“I know,” Finn said.

“You… f*ck…,” Cormac slumped down to his ass. He lowered his head and started to bawl.

Finn just stood there.

I was the one who then dropped down and I wrapped my arms around him. He threw his arms around me and hugged back.

“Cormac, tell me,” I whispered. “Tell me anything.”

“She’s gone,” Cormac said. “And now you’re here. You’re stealing her.”

“Fuck no,” Finn growled.

Finn grabbed me by the shoulders and peeled me away from Cormac. He then grabbed Cormac and put him to his feet again. He slammed Cormac against the truck over and over.

“Say that again!” Finn yelled. “Don’t you f*cking dare come here and blame Shayna for anything.”

“She’s dead,” Cormac cried.

“And you’re driving like this?” Finn asked. “You f*cking moron. You want to end up like her?”

Cormac’s head then stopped swaying. His eyes went wide and he showed his teeth. Suddenly, Cormac was sober and ready to fight again. He pushed at Finn and the two started to get tangled up together.

They wanted to fight, but not each other.

I watched them spin in circles, yelling, cursing, taking cheap punches that barely landed.

I didn’t know what to do.

So I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it.

Yeah, that’s right… I flashed them to get the fight to stop.



~



And it worked.

The fight stopped dead and they both looked at me.

“Wow,” Cormac said.

“What the hell?” Finn growled. “Put your shirt down.”

“No. Don’t,” Cormac said.

Finn threw an elbow into Cormac’s gut and Cormac toppled to the ground. He rushed at me. “What are you doing?”

“You can’t hurt him,” I said. “He’s drunk. Get him inside, Finn.”

“He could have killed someone driving like this,” Finn said. “After everything…”

“Just get him inside,” I said. “He’s your best friend.”

Finn turned and offered his hand. He pulled Cormac up and then threw him over his shoulder. “Come on. We’re going for a ride, Cormac. You need some coffee and a cold shower, brother.”

We walked.

Finn carrying the hulk of a man that Cormac was looked silly. It was like Finn was carrying a tree trunk.

Cormac’s head bobbed. “Hey… Shayna… you have nice tits, darling…”

Finn shook his head.

I patted Cormac’s back. “Thanks, Cormac. Thanks a lot.”

Cormac turned his head to look at me and he smiled. Then his face turned white as a ghost and he let out a gurgle sound.

“Put him down,” I said to Finn.

Finn literally tossed Cormac off his shoulder. He started to get sick before he hit the ground.

“Goddammit,” Finn said. “I’ve only seen him throw up one other time from drinking too much.”

“When was that?” I asked.

“Carrie’s funeral.”

Cormac heaved and sounded like a bear roaring. I had to turn away.

Finn grabbed my arm and pulled at me. “Hey. Don’t ever do that again.”

“What?”

“I’m the only one who sees you. Ever. Got that?”

“Oh yeah? Is that right?”

“I’m not f*cking around,” Finn said. “I feel like gouging Cormac’s eyes out, but chances are he won’t remember it. Don’t ever do that again. You’re mine, sweetie. All mine.”

Finn pulled me closer and kissed me. It was actually romantic. Like, really romantic.

Then Cormac started to heave again.

My life was a mess… and it was only going to get worse.





37.


(Finn)



I couldn’t stop myself as I tore Shayna’s bra off her body. I then gently touched her chest, cupping her breasts, staring into her eyes.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, realizing what had happened.

“Yes,” she said. “I promise.”

I slipped my hands up and grabbed her face. I kissed her like I’d never get to kiss her again. I slowly put her head back and hovered over her.

“Remember what I said. Nobody ever sees your tits but me. Ever.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

I inched down and kissed her throat. Then down to her chest. I sat her on the bed and put her on her back. From there, my mouth quickly devoured her left breast. I sucked at her, bringing her to a cry. Her hands grabbed at my head, nails digging tight, scratching at me. I eased up and let my teeth graze against her hard nipple, made her body crunch up at me.