“Sss,” Finn hissed, eyes closed as she took him to heaven on earth. “Shit, Luna!” he groaned when she deep throated him and hummed on his dick.
The next morning, Rose woke, pinching the sleep from his eyes. He slept heavily, and the warm body in bed next to him only reminded him of everything that transpired. Spread out beside him, tangled up in the bedsheets, Minx rested peacefully on her stomach. He admired her back, taking in the small tattoo that rested on her shoulder. It was for Mikki, and it was simple. The letter M with a halo and wings attached to it. Rose leaned forward, his lips lightly brushing against her soft flesh.
“Mmm,” she moaned a little, and his third leg immediately reacted.
She turned so she faced him and smiled while keeping her eyes closed. “Is this a dream, or is this really happening?” she muttered, her lips looking fucking good enough to eat.
“Oh, it’s the real shit. Good morning.” Rose pecked her lips gently and snuggled up to her.
“Morning,” she purred, opening her eyes.
Rose stared back at her and ran his hand down the side of her face. She still had sleep in her eyes, but she was beautiful. It reminded him of all the times he’d woken up to her still sleeping and had to leave her. She was so young at the time, and Rose never wanted to taint her in that way. As he thought about it, shit was inevitable with them.
“Mmm, you keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to have to do something about it,” Minx teased, causing a cute simper to fill Rose’s lips.
“Shit, tell me all about it in the shower.” He squeezed her ass and kissed all over her neck while pulling her out of bed.
“Rose!” she squealed, and he carried her naked ass all the way into the bathroom with him and slammed the door shut behind them.
After steaming up the shower, the two got dressed and headed downstairs. Finn and Luna were spread out on the floor under a blanket, both naked as the day they were born. Minx shook her head, grabbed a pillow from the sofa and tossed it at them. Finn stirred and lifted his head from the floor while squinting and taking in his surroundings.
“Damn, what time is it?” he asked, glancing down at Luna in his arms.
“After eleven,” Rose answered. “We gotta move. Mila already called a meeting at the office.”
“And Luna, we are on a property hunt, and we have to start planning this party for Mrs. Jenkins,” Minx reminded her friend as she came to beside Finn.
She groaned, not wanting to wake up. Before heading out, Minx and Rose went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Luna rolled onto her side, and Finn pressed up against her. His lips brushed into her forehead, and Luna whined.
“We got some shit to take care of today. Let me know if you find something. I can get you the money whenever you need it,” Finn said, running his fingers through her head.
“Will I see you later?” she asked, searching his hooded gaze.
“Shit, you ain’t even gotta ask that,” Finn conveyed, stretching beside her. “What you think about dinner? I can pick you up around seven.”
“Oh yeah, you wining and dining now too?” Luna smirked, and he swept some of her hair from her face.
“Whatever I can do to keep that smile on ya face,” Finn vowed, and Luna blushed.
She didn’t know where things were going with her and Finn, but she was excited about it. He gave her all the feels, like she was floating with a million butterflies dancing her belly. She thought things between them might actually be going somewhere, something she’d never admit when dealing with a man. Luna didn’t have boyfriends. She got hers and kept it moving most of the time. Most niggas couldn’t handle a woman like her, and they often came with good dick and way too much baggage. She didn’t want to bother with them on any other level than sex. It took years, but she’d learned how to cut her feelings off. Finn managed to break through without even trying. She found herself falling harder for him by the day. All she hoped was that the relationship wasn’t too good to be true. After that thing with that bitch Rye at the club, she was secure that he wanted her and only her, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was waiting for more shit to hit the fan.
“The only thingwe should be talking about is how we handle this mothafucka Lynch going forward,” Finn spoke up, blowing a cloud of weed smoke from his lips.
“Agreed.” Rose clasped his hands together and his sharp eyes darted around the table at everyone seated. “What’s the move on this? We can’t be sitting around, waiting on this fool to strike again.”
“Galena is the one behind the scenes pulling strings. I can almost guarantee that,” Mila responded.
She rose from her chair and circled the table, studying each man. “Keep your ears to the streets. This family is lethal. That means we have to move just like them. Eye for a fucking eye, and nothing less. Keep your families and loved ones guarded and on point. They will strike at any given opportunity.”
“Then I say we take their lead,” Rose chimed in as Finn passed the blunt to him in rotation.
“What’s your plan?” Mila put her hands on the table and leaned forward attentively. “Because whatever it is, you need a backup. This isn’t a game, Rose. They blew my husband into pieces. I won’t lose anyone else that I love to this bullshit. It’s time for them to take a few L’s.” She pointed the tips of her long acrylics into the table.
“We hit them where it hurts. Much like they did. Who’s running shit over there? Is it Eirian, or is it Gannon’s mother?” Rose inquired, taking a deep pull of the kush between his fingers.
“Eirian is Derrien’s son, but Galena is not his mother. She always had a thing for younger men. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s fucking him.”
“Damn. Ain’t she somebody’s granny by now? She still getting it like that?” Finn queried, arms draped over his stomach while he relaxed in his chair.
