He made it to the bathroom, shutting himself in.The door was cool against his back.He kept his expression neutral.A sharp contrast to the heat pooling low in his stomach.He stumbled forward, looking in the mirror.
He exhaled through his nose, pressing his forehead against the glass.His reflection blurred under the condensation from his breath."Fuck," he muttered, fingers digging into the edge of the sink.
Since Kallie arrived, an itch had built under his skin, a relentless throb between his legs that made breathing difficult and stole his thoughts.Every second was torture.Now, finally alone, he only knew one thing that would bring him some relief.
His belt buckle clattered against the tile as he yanked it open, jeans shoved down just enough to pull out his cock.The first touch was electric, rough and hurried, his grip tight.He bit his lip to stifle a groan.
Finn's hand moved with a desperation that bordered on violence, the friction almost painful in its intensity.His breathing came in ragged bursts, each exhale fogging the mirror further until his own reflection disappeared entirely.He stroked his cock in punishment, knowing what he wanted to do to Kallie.
Images of her naked, spread out on the bed, begging him.His strokes shortened.He imagined himself deep inside of her, making her moan.His grip tightened as he fantasized about her pussy squeezing him.
The sharp scent of his arousal mixed with the sterile cleanliness of the bathroom.His toes curled, trying to break through his boots.
His hips jerked forward involuntarily, chasing the pressure of his grip.Lights flashed in his vision, showing him shit that had already happened—Kallie grabbing him, screaming his name, the veil opening behind her.He pushed her away from him.
Now, in the dim glow of the bathroom, it wasn't her name on his tongue—just the raw hunger that had coiled inside him the moment Kallie came back to him looking all grown up.
A drop of sweat dripped off his temple.His muscles tensed, thighs trembling with the effort of holding himself upright against the sink.The porcelain dug into his hipbone, a grounding pain amidst the rising storm of sensations gripping him.A slow, insistent tension pulled tight inside him, achingly familiar.
His breath hitched, and his fingers squeezed bruises into his skin.
His knees buckled.A choke escaped his throat as he came in thick, pulsing stripes across The sink.For a moment, he stood there, panting, forehead pressed to the now-warm mirror, aftershocks twitching through him.
The silence that followed was thick.There was no peace.It was less about surrender than relief.
Finn stared at the mess he'd made, streaks glistening in the light.The cleanup was mechanical, his movements sluggish as if his body had already begun to resent him for the momentary lapse in control.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd done anything for pleasure.Definitely not while living in Everstill.
He caught his reflection again as the steam dissipated.Dark circles under his eyes and hair mussed from where he'd dragged his fingers through it.The face staring back looked less like a man who'd found relief and more like someone who'd barely survived a fight.He turned the faucet on, icy water shocking his skin as he rinsed his hands, then splashed it over his face.The cold steadied his breathing.
A knock at the door nearly sent him out of his skin."Finn?"Kallie's voice was muffled but unmistakable."There are a bunch of men outside the house."
The mirror had cleared enough to show the flush still high on his cheeks and the dampness at his temples.He smoothed a hand over his hair, tugging it back into some semblance of order, then adjusted his clothes with quick, jerky movements.
He opened the door without looking at her."Stay inside.I'll deal with them."
As he stepped out of the house, he instantly knew something was wrong.The wind had picked up, and dark clouds were rolling in.
He looked over his shoulder to make sure Kallie hadn't followed him.He wasn't going to let her go back.It was too dangerous.
"Is the seam opening?"Moe shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans."Can we go through?"
Nolan looked up at the sky."We should try before it changes."
"Hold on."Boone's voice shook, a contradiction to the tough, tattooed exterior."Maybe it's opening for the woman."
"Yeah, let's make her go through first."Rex took two steps toward the door before Finn planted a hand in the middle of his chest to stop him.
"No one is going through," said Copper, joining the others."Go home.Sleep.Tomorrow we can all go to work and forget what is happening."
Finn stayed outside until they'd all left.He watched the sky, the road, and the house.There was no way in hell he was going to let Kallie anywhere near the rift.
Eventually, total darkness fell, and the stars came out.The wind died down.He could feel his heartbeat again.
