“Emerson.”
“She’s a good teacher,” Max praised.“That was a whole work of art, the way you popped her dead center in the face.Heard the crack from the neighbor’s driveway.”
My head started feeling too heavy for my neck.“If I’m not going to jail, could someone drive me home?”I hugged Finn’s waist, pressing my forehead to his chest.My eyes closed, and I didn’t have the energy to open them again.“I’m just going to take a quick nap.”
“Yeah, babe.You sleep.”Finn guided me back into the seat before reclining it.“I’ve got you.”
I barely heard him, already drifting off as the adrenaline fully faded.The next time I opened my eyes, I was in my bed, the sheets around my waist, my head pillowed on Finn’s chest.
It was dark outside the window, which told me exactly nothing about what time it was.Beside the bed, someone had left the lamp on, casting soft shadows over my bedroom.Even that dim lighting was harsh on my eyes.A headache was pounding behind my nose, and my body hurt in a way that had nothing to do with a good workout.This felt more like I’d been hit by a train.
Memories of the past few days began to flood my mind.I was surprised I hadn’t been arrested.Or shot, namely by Otis.Carlos had pointed his gun at me too, but Otis had been a little more overzealous about it all.
Hopefully, Otis had up-to-date life insurance.Once my family found out about the near miss, they were going to kill him.I didn’t feel particularly remorseful for him.When those guns had been pointed at me, I’d been terrified.
If Otis was lucky, Dad or Uncle Luca would get to him first, because if MiMi or Mama D got hold of him, his end would be slow and painful.
Then I remembered Waffles, and all thoughts of trigger-happy deputies disappeared from my head.Moaning, I tried to roll over to find my phone.Finn’s arm tightened around me, locking me in place.
“You’re not leaving this bed for the next eight hours.Sheriff’s orders,” he said without opening his eyes.
“But I have to check on Waffles.”
He lifted his lashes, the intensity of the blue irises stealing my breath for a moment.“Your boy is okay, baby.He’s sleeping.If anything changes, Leo will call.”
“I don’t even know where my phone is,” I tried to argue.
“Both your phone and mine are charging.I put them there myself before I showered.”He yawned and pulled my head back down to his chest.“Sleep.You need the rest after crashing so hard.”
“But I’m wide awake now.”
The words had barely left my mouth before he rolled me beneath him and reality fully sat in.He was naked, in my bed, where he absolutely belonged.All I was wearing were a pair of panties and one of his T-shirts.If I’d thought I was wide awake a moment ago, I was wrong, because I was definitely very awake now.
“I’m not going to waste a spare minute of you being awake, baby,” he husked, burying his face in my neck.
“Finn,” I moaned, opening my legs wider to cradle his body between them.“I need a shower.”
“Sure, baby.After I get you good and dirty, you can take a nice, long shower.”
His hands were already working their magic over my body.Everywhere he touched, goose bumps rose, sending electric thrills through my veins until they hit my clit.This man was dangerously delicious.Whenever he touched me, I melted.And his kisses…
Scruff teased my cheek, his minty breath warming my lips before his mouth covered mine.Addictive.The perfect amount of pressure.How the tip of his tongue teased my lips apart before dipping inside and tasting, exploring, intoxicating me until I was breathless.
Rolling us, he shifted so he was beneath me and pulled the shirt over my head.I pushed up onto my knees and straddled his waist.My hair was a mess of blond tangles falling over my shoulders and past my boobs.His callused hands brushed the strands away and cupped both globes.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasped, lifting up so he could bury his face in my chest.
He was already rock hard, his shaft pulsing along my wet folds.All I wore now were panties, and they were a soggy mess.Hungrily, Finn sucked a nipple into his mouth.A burst of white-hot need exploded low in my belly.I arched my back, silently begging for more, while my hands clung to his shoulders.
Releasing my breasts, he trailed his hands along my sides then down over my bottom.Dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, he peeled them down, exposing my throbbing clit.
He dug his fingers into my hips as he looked down at what he’d uncovered, mesmerized.Finn’s attention was just as addictive as his kisses.I wasn’t even sure when I’d started craving it.It wasn’t as if I’d been sitting around, waiting for him to notice me.Heck, I never really paid attention to him until he’d started chasing after Waffles and bringing him home almost every day.
In the past, when I’d thought of Finn, all I could picture was the alphahole cop who walked around town like he owned it.There was a high chance he or a member of his family did.That’s what legacy families in small towns did.They owned, ruled, disciplined.
While Finn did whatever Finn did, I lived my life.Without regrets.
But then I finally looked at this man, truly looked at him, and in that moment, I felt my heart leave my body.
