The news I wasn’t pregnant was the best I could receive.
Now there’s nothing holding me back. I knew I was eager to make love with Finn.
That he was blindsided by the letter meant I’d had to take the lead.
I know Finn thinks he’s helping, giving me control. But the truth is, I want my man to take me. I want to feel him inside, I want to forget anyone else was ever there. I don’t want Finn to pretend to be something he’s not.
He’d told me to touch myself when I feel robbed that he’s not touching me. Instead of his eager cock upright and begging arousing me, the fact he’s not driving is doing the opposite to arousing me.
How can I make him see what I need?
Lowering my body, I put my lips on his. He kisses me back, but doesn’t entangle his fingers in my hair, or even put his arms around me.
Frustrated as hell, I pull back, punching his shoulder lightly. “This isn’t what I want.”
“Babe.” His hands slide out from under his head, his brow furrows, and his eyes half close. “Cat, no worries if you’re not ready yet.”
If I’m not ready now, I’ll never be. My eyes flash sparks and my temper flares. Now my hands beat at his chest. “I’m more than fucking ready, Finn. Can’t you see it’s you I want? I want my man, not a toy. If I wanted something to just lie there, I’d have gotten a blow-up doll.”
A frown covers his face.
“Finn, for the love of God, just fuck me.” Seething, I spit the words at him.
Still, he holds back. He swallows making his Adam’s apple bob, and the lightning tattoo on his neck flex. “Cat, if you give me control, I won’t be gentle. I can’t. It’s been too fuckin’ long.”
“I don’t want gentle, I just want you.” How can I make him see? What Gun did had robbed me of something, and now he’s in danger of succeeding in taking my man from me. “You’re still treating me like a victim.”
He stills. One beat, two. When I feel a third beat of my heart, he suddenly turns the tables on me. Impressively using his abdominal muscles to pull himself up, one moment I’m sitting astride him, and the next I’m on my back and he’s looming over me.
Oh, thank God. Now he’s kissing me in the way he hasn’t done for weeks. Pouring all his emotion into the caress as his tongue invades, and his teeth nip my lips.
We’re both breathing fast by the time he pulls away, he stares at me for a moment, then starts to move down my body.
The only memories he brings back are all about him and how right he’s making me feel, as he lavishes his attention on my breasts. His fingers descend to my clit, and finally his mouth is there.
My head slams back, my shoulders push into the bed as he makes me feel so good. Using hands and mouth expertly he brings me fast to the peak and I scream.
While my muscles still quiver, he rears back, reaching to the bedside table and extracting a condom.
Forcing my eyes open I watch as he smooths it down the cock which is jutting out proudly from his body.
I think he’s going to hesitate, so I give him no choice. “Fuck me, Finn. Make me yours.”
“You’re fuckin’ mine, and you’re going to know it,” he growls, then wastes no time pushing into me, filling completely.
It’s amazing, it’s wonderful. It’s all that I hoped and expected it to be. As I flex my hips, he rotates his. Raising my legs I wrap them around him, giving him even greater access.
There’s no room for anyone else here, all I know is him. All I breathe in is his scent. All I can see when I open my eyes is the face of the man that I love. The only taste is of our combined flavours as again he kisses me.
Nothing exists except us.
He pumps like a man possessed, I wail as I reach for relief. I come, again, for a second I see stars as he roars and grunts out his own release.
Moments later I’m in his arms.
“I fuckin’ love you, Cat.” His chest vibrates as he chuckles. “I fuckin’ love hearing you purr.”
“Oh, I think you just got the full meow.”
He pushes himself up on an elbow and leans down to look at me. “Want you on the back of my bike, babe. I want you to wear my property patch, I want us to buy a house. I want you to be my old lady, and I want to get married. I want, need, to tie you to me in all the ways I can. And when you’re ready, I want my babies to grow in there.” He places his hand on my stomach, caressing it so lovingly.
“Do I get any say?”
He snorts. “You hold the keys to my heart, babe.”
I’m not going to argue, everything he wants aligns with my own desires.
“Thank you for saving me.” He’s brought me back from the brink twice now. Once by physically being there, and then by just give me his unerring support.
But he shrugs off my comment. “You saved me right back, babe.”
Epilogue
Stormy…
“Yeah?”
“Stormy, it’s Pip.”
My eyes widen, the call was from an unknown number. “How the fuck are you, man? It’s been months.”
“Fancy taking a trip and bringing your rifle along?”
“Smythe?” I hold my breath. Gun didn’t die at my hands, but Smythe is the man that I want.
“Yeah. They’ve got everything out of him he’s ever going to give up. He’s a waste of space now. Just so happens he’ll be transferred to a high security prison, and I’ve got a time and place where a man of your skills would be able to take him down.”
I want it so fucking much I can already savour the sweet taste of revenge. But, I can’t risk losing everything now. Another unauthorised execution may dissolve the trust I’ve slowly built back up. “I’ll need to clear it with Snatcher.”
Pip snorts. “You’ve changed a lot.”
I have. I’ve got a woman who wears my patch and a club at my back with members who I trust and would die for. I’m not going to be going rogue or taking off solo anymore.
“Seems like your ol’ lady’s stolen your thunder.”
“Nah, Pip. She’s given me it back.” I know I’m more of a man with her. My eyes find the woman in question, she’s over the other side of the clubroom speaking to Piston, her hand lying on the stomach where only the two of us currently know our baby is incubating.
Kill Smythe? Yeah, I want that. But I’m not risking everything that now takes precedence in my life.
“I’ll speak to Prez and let you know. Can I reach you on this number?”
“Yeah. The transfer takes place a week from now. Let me know if you’re going to be there. If you’re not, I’ll make other arrangements. One way or another, Smythe’s days are numbered. He’s not worth the cost of feeding him during a long imprisonment.
“You sure you don’t need him alive?” Not that him dead isn’t what I’d prefer.
“No need. Devil and I have been helping to dismantle his operation. His dominos have already fallen. He taints everyone who breathes the same air. I’ve had the go ahead to take him out with extreme prejudice.”
And he came to me.
“I’ll let you know,” I repeat, and end the call.