Heartbreaker(54)

The thought of her finding me like this hits just as Finn thrusts another finger inside me and rubs across my clit. I come so hard I see stars, convulsing against his hand as panic and thrilling shame and dirty, hot lust crash through my body in wave after mind-blowing wave.

Finn steps back, and yanks up my jeans, fastening them quickly while I’m still gasping for air. I don’t know how, but as the footsteps reach us I manage to grab one of the boxes I’ve been pushed up against, and lift it in my arms so that when Edith arrives in the stable doorway, it looks like I’m just flushed from heavy lifting.

At least, I hope to God it does.

“Sorry,” Finn says brightly, looking totally innocent. “I just wanted to check where you need these pallets.”

Edith looks between us. “Just out by the doors will be fine.”

“We’ll get right to it.”

Edith frowns. “You shouldn’t be helping if it’s too much work, Eva. You don’t want to over exert yourself.”

“Mhmm,” I manage to murmur. She leaves, and my legs give way. I sink onto a pallet.

“I hate you,” I curse, still reeling. I swat his arm, hard, realizing what just happened. “Oh my god, Finn, what were you thinking?”

“That you’re a kinky, dangerous woman.” Finn grins, looking smug. “Admit it, you just came your brains out.”

I flush, my heart racing. He’s right, it was incredible, but damn, that was close. “You can’t do that!” I wail.

Finn laughs. “Yes, I can. And I will.” He leans over and kisses me, molten hot and possessive. “And f*ck, you look so hot right now. I could f*ck you all over this barn if I had my way.”

I leap up. “Nope! We’re done with the public part of the program. From now on, it’s all about locked doors. And privacy. And white noise machines,” I add sternly.

Finn gives me a seductive grin. “I can work with that.”

My phone buzzes. I check the text. It’s Lottie.

‘Bring pizza tonight! I need carbs 2 soak up all the booze in my body.’

I stare at it a moment, still dazed, then I remember. “I have plans tonight,” I tell Finn, with a pang of regret. “It’s Lottie’s real birthday, so we’re having a sleepover with Kit.”

“Pillow fights and painting your nails?” he teases, and I laugh.

“More like cleaning finger paint from the floor.” I tuck my phone away and reach for him. “Rain check on the locked doors?”

He kisses me. “You can bet on it.”



I finish up at the farm, then head home. As much as I’m already craving Finn again, I’m glad I have an excuse for some time away from him, to clear my head and remember how to breathe again.

He’s intoxicating. Just being with him sends me on a wilder high than I’ve ever experienced before. But I’ve learned the hard way, there’s no high in the world that doesn’t lead to a come down the next morning. Be it a killer hangover or worse, there’s always going to be a moment when the thrill fades away, leaving nothing but an empty ache in your bloodstream, and the restless need to escape all over again.

So is Finn just a temporary high, or something more? I want to ask him, and figure out what we’re doing here, but I’m scared, too. Scared that he won’t have any answers either, and this blissful reunion will hit the brakes, and fast.

And then he kisses me, and I don’t want anything except him.

But at least I don’t have to think about it tonight. I stop by the pizza place on my way back to town and pick up a couple of pies, then grab a few things from my place and head to Lottie’s. To my surprise, the house is quiet when I push open the front door. I stash the food in the kitchen, then head to her room. Lottie is napping on the bed, curled up with Kit sleeping soundly in her arms.

I smile. She looks so young like this, but there’s no mistaking the family resemblance between them, Kit’s copper curls blending into Lottie’s choppy strands. Again, an ache echoes through me, seeing them together like this.

She opens one eye, and sees me there.

“Hey,” Lottie smiles, whispering. “How’s it going?”

“Good.” I go sit on the bed beside her, keeping my voice down. I can’t resist taking one of Kit’s tiny balled up fists, and he curls it reflexively around my finger. “How did you get him to go down? I thought he hates afternoon naps.”

“I’m praying it’s a new habit.” Lottie eases into a sitting position. “Either that, or he knew I needed the snooze.” She yawns. “Call it a birthday miracle.”

She gets up, carefully placing Kit in the crib in the corner and tucking a light blanket around him. He lets out a burbling sound, and we both hold our breath, but then he stretches and continues to sleep.

“I’ll pay for it later,” Lottie says ruefully, setting the baby monitor and following me downstairs. “Unless you feel like getting up five times in the night?”

“I’ll do it,” I laugh. “Except he’ll be pretty disappointed when he wants to eat.”

“Good point.” Lottie hops up on a kitchen stool and yawns again.

“You really went hard last night, huh?” I tease. I get some plates down, and put the pizza in the oven to warm.