Page 128 of Four Promises to Love

“Yes, that’s it,” Finn said. “The manor is the perfect place.”

“There is something fitting about defeating a villain there,” Gigi said thoughtfully. “It was there that Langdon Pearce abused Rose, and she cursed him in self-defense, leading his guilty conscience to bring about his death. Perhaps by freeing the Hawks and bringing Carver to justice, we will end the history of violence…”

She broke off, yawning.

“Time for bed,” Grantley said firmly. “You have been running around all night whilst lugging my heir with you. You need your rest.”

“We all do.” Mama looked at Finn. “That includes you, my dear.”

“I am not tired,” Finn protested. “The others should rest, of course, but I must send word to Carver⁠—”

“In the morning,” Owen cut in. “You cannot send a note in the dead of night, anyway. After a few hours’ sleep, you’ll have a clearer head to compose the message.”

Finn opened her mouth, clearly intending to protest—but a yawn escaped her.

Owen lifted his brows.

“Fine,” she said grudgingly. “I suppose a quick nap won’t hurt.”

Everyone disbanded, and Owen shepherded her to the gamekeeper’s cottage. He helped her undress, and although the sight of her beauty stirred him, she needed her rest. She got into bed, and after disrobing, he joined her, tucking her close. He savored the intimacy of being skin to skin, the feel and scent of her soothing the ragged edges of his soul. Now that she was back in his arms, he felt the world right itself again. He drifted off⁠—

“Owen?”

“Hmm?” he murmured.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Just close your eyes.”

“I tried.”

“Try closing your eyes and your mouth.”

He thought maybe she was heeding him for once and jerked when he felt her lips brush his chest. She licked his nipple gently. When he felt the edge of her teeth, she had his full attention.

“Are you awake?” she asked.

“No.”

“I think you’re up.” She closed her hand around his ready cock. “Just as I suspected.”

“Finn, you need to sleep⁠—”

“I need you.”

Bloody hell. So much for resting.

“Fine. But since this is your idea, you’ll do the work.”

He hauled her on top of him. Filling his hands with her pert bottom, he rubbed her pussy against his throbbing length. Their mouths crashed together. She squirmed, moaning, painting his turgid flesh with her lush petals until he was slick with her dew.

“You really do need my cock, don’t you, little wanton?” he growled.

“Yes,” she gasped. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“You’ll feel me, all right. Give me a moment to fetch the⁠—”

He began to shift her off him…and was stunned when she pushed him back onto the mattress.