Page 105 of Finn's Future

“Kid’s already got more rank than the prospects.”

“Tiny terror.”

Kate laughed quietly beside me, hand pressed over her mouth, and fuck, I’d do anything to keep hearing that sound.

Anything.

Eventually, Lucy stole Noah back for cuddles on the sofa, and Maria started arguing with Spider about babies needing socks.

I caught Kate’s hand and tugged her towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Lucy asked suspiciously.

“Home,” I answered.

Her expression narrowed immediately before she smirked. “Right. Home. I’ll keep Noah here, so you don’t have to keep the noise down.”

“Lucy,” Kate warned, blushing hard.

The entire room started laughing.

I didn’t care. Not when Kate was smiling like that.

Not when her and Noah were safe.

The second the front door shut behind us, I had Kate against it. My mouth crashed into hers hard enough to steal the breath from us both.

Weeks. Weeks of holding back. Of quiet love making. Of pretending I didn’t feel her everywhere. The little sounds she made when she laughed. The way she stared at me like I was something safe. I was done being quiet.

My hands slid down her thighs, and I lifted her easily. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her fingers buried in my hair.

“Finn,” she breathed out against my mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

She kissed me harder, and that was all I needed.

I carried her upstairs like I couldn’t get there fast enough, our mouths clashing, hands everywhere, desperate and messy and hungry in a way that felt dangerous.

“Wait . . . your surprise. I need to get it,” she said as she wiggled out of my grasp. I loosened my hold on her until her feet touched the floor.

“Can it wait?” I slipped my hand inside her top and squeezed her breast.

“Actually, it’s a part of . . . well . . . this.” She gestured between us, a beautiful blush creeping up her neck.

“Got it.” I stepped back, grinning at her.

“Just, wait here. I’ll be right back.” She swiped up a hot pink bag from the side table and disappeared into the bathroom.

I sat on the bed to wait for her, chuckling at her swearing and bumping around. “Everything okay in there?” I asked, getting up and walking to the bathroom door.

“No . . . I mean yes. Don’t come in. I won’t be much longer.” The lock clicked into place.

“Okay. Just yell if you need me.”

“Uh huh,” came the reply.

Not knowing what to do and rapidly losing my erection, I sat back on the bed, staring at the door she was locked behind.