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Finn’s spot.

He shoved his hands under the sweater I had borrowed from Angie, and groaned when he found I was braless. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, and I groaned. I needed to feel him.

My hands fumbled with his jeans as I fought to get them down far enough to release his dick. When it sprung free, I grabbed it and slowly moved my hand over it.

“Son-of-a-bitch, I’m so damn hard for you.”

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was groan, or moan, or make some sort of whimpering sound. His free hand expertly got my jeans unbuttoned and pushed down far enough to where he could slip his fingers inside my panties. I gasped when he slipped them inside of me.

“So fucking wet. Tell me what you want.”

There was no way I could have been breathing any harder. The idea of knowing Finn would take me against this tree, out in the open, did something to me. I liked it. I wanted more. I wanted the world to know I was his.

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.”

Finn wobbled some and had to grab onto the tree above my head to steady himself. “You talking dirty is a turn-on, Éan.”

Smiling, I squeezed his dick. He hissed, then gently bit my neck.

“Get these off, baby,” Finn whispered while trying to push my jeans all the way down. I got one foot out of a sneaker while he pulled the pant leg off. “Yes. That’s it!”

Finn lifted me, positioned himself at my entrance, and pushed in hard and fast. Gasping, I gripped his shoulders.

“Oh God!” I shouted.

He instantly stopped moving. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! I need this, Finn. Please don’t stop!”

He did exactly what I asked him to do. Each thrust into me sent me closer to the edge. He moved in and out of me, fast and hard. I loved it. I wanted more of it.

“Harder, Finn. I want to feel you for days.”

His face burrowed into my neck. “Damn it, Rory.”

It wasn’t going to take me long to come. When Finn slammed his lips against mine, I lost control. He quickly followed me. With a long low growl, Finn poured himself into me, giving me every single ounce of himself, which I greedily accepted.

When he finally stopped moving, I opened my eyes. He was staring at me with a blank expression. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I kind of lost control.”

My arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I enjoyed every single second of that.”

He smiled. “You never cease to amaze me, Rory Adams. You telling me to fuck you about drove me insane.”

Giving him a wink, I replied, “I try to keep you on your toes.”

With a laugh, he shook his head. “Keep doing such a great job.”

Finn leaned down and helped me get dressed. When he put on my sneaker and tied it, I got tears in my eyes. I’d never be able to find someone like him again. Each thing he did for me, he did with so much care. My heart ached knowing I only had a few more hours of him left.

I hated my father.

I was never going to forgive him for trying to force me away from the only man I’d ever love.

Chapter 41

Finn

The fort and one bad dog

I watched with concern as Rory’s face constrict in anger. “Is everything okay, Éan?”

She quickly masked over whatever it was she was thinking about. “Yes. I’m sorry. I got lost in thought for a moment.”

“Well, I hope you weren’t thinking of me, because it looked like you wanted to kill someone.”

With a laugh, she stood on her toes and kissed my lips quickly. “Trust me, when I think of you it’s always good things.”

Taking her hand in mine, I replied, “Good. Now come on. You and your horny ways interrupted my hike.”

Rory walked alongside me with a huge smile on her face. So much better than last night, when she cried herself to sleep.

“Seems to me you weren’t complaining about my horny ways a few minutes ago.”

I chuckled. “I’ll never complain about that.”

Walking to the edge of the creek, I took in a deep breath of air. “Damn I love it here.”

Rory rested her head on my arm. “It’s so peaceful and beautiful. I can see why you’d come here often.”

The sound of the water trickling down through the rocks was one of my favorite sounds. “When I was younger, my mom said she had to put on white noise in my room to get me to fall asleep. She played a running creek. I often wondered if I liked coming here so much because of that.”

We stood there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, listening to everything around us. The wind blowing through the trees. The sound of leaves slowly making their way to the ground and landing with a soft touch against other leaves. Everything about this place I loved.

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