by London Casey
I licked my lips and got that same feeling.
Shayna was my new drug, my new high. But fucking with her was more deadly than fighting for her.
~
We went into a small store on the way to the cabin. I grabbed just a handful of items to hold us over for a few days. Fiore would be sure to protect us and if there was anything really needed, he’d be there to help. That was, of course, all done with the anticipation of me knocking up Shayna.
And I couldn’t even fight it off because of what he said.
One of his other guys… or a bunch of them… Shayna in a room alone with them…
The thought didn’t make me sick as much as it made me jealous. I didn’t get jealous, not with women.
The fucking lady at the register looked at me and Shayna and asked if we were on a romantic getaway weekend. Like we both needed to hear that shit, right? I smiled, nodded, and threw money on the counter. It was more than needed, but I had to get out of the place.
When we arrived at the cabin, there had already been a visitor there. The lights were on, a fire started, and groceries on the table in the kitchen. Nobody there to kill us or ambush us. To make matters worse, there was a bottle of expensive wine on the table with a note from Fiore.
Finn & Shayna -
Salut. Have some wine, something to eat. Forget the world. Make it all happen. Make it all right. I know you’ve got it in you, Finn.
And Shayna, just let him in. This is the only way.
Don’t fuck with me.
- Fiore
How elegant, huh?
I tossed the card into the fire before Shayna could see it. The flames grabbed the note and destroyed it.
“Wow, he is serious,” Shayna said as she appeared from the kitchen.
I turned and couldn’t help but eye her up and down. The bags of her new clothes and stuff were at the door, but seeing her in an old shirt of mine and the same jeans from the night we met was just… intense. Maybe my heart was trying to convince me to just go with the flow of things, or maybe my mind was really trying to fuck with me. Hell, if I really did this - knocked up Shayna - and gave Fiore what was taken from him, his debt to me would be greater than me messing around at a fight he didn’t know about.
Maybe I’d get eyes from his family.
Yeah, right.
I was Irish blooded. And while Fiore’s family and the Irishmen had a peaceful existence together, that didn’t mean I’d be treated any differently. All of Fiore’s family and close fiends were traced back to their roots. You had to come from a special place or village or something to be considered part of their family. They researched until they found out where someone came from. And anywhere along the line, any hint at proof of someone fucking around with an Irish person or someone else, and you were out. Maybe not killed, but definitely out.
It was really intense to think about.
But looking at Shayna took away the edge.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “And, yeah, Fiore is serious. I could tell you more about him. Maybe make you understand things a little better.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?” I asked.
“I’d like to hear more about you. Understand… you a little better.”
I shook my head. “You don’t want that in your life, sweetie. We have to work together now.”
“You mean jump into bed?”
“Well, I’m not going to argue that.”
I saw a flicker of a smile on her face. Her cheeks turned a rosy red. “Finn, this is…”
“We have time,” I said. “Today is shot in the ass already. I say we eat, have a drink, and try to unwind a little.”
“I need a shower first,” she said. “Do you mind?”
“Only if I’m joining you.”
“Please,” Shayna said. I watched her fight trying to feel good about it. “You’re not going to get me with that bad fighter attitude. I’ve been around it all and I’ve seen it all. There’s nothing new and cool about it to me.”
Fair enough, sweetie.
I let her win the small battle and I let her grab a couple bags and take them to the bedroom. I gave it about a twenty count and then went to the door. I stood there with the same hesitation as before, only this time I had different intentions.
I gave it a little bit extra on purpose because I wanted to see Shayna naked.
When I opened the door, I was a second too late.
Shayna had just hooked the top of a towel around her chest. She gasped and stepped back as I stepped into the room. Her clothes were on the floor in a neat little pile. My t-shirt first, then her jeans. Then her bra and panties. I stepped over them and approached her. I moved fast, trying to outsmart my mind, heart, everything.
“Finn…”
She backed up to the bathroom door, but it didn’t open. There was only one bathroom in the cabin but two doors to get into it. One from the bedroom, one from the living room. The one in the bedroom stuck sometimes and you had to work with it to get it open. Shayna didn’t know that.
I got right up against her. I put a finger to the weak top of the towel and knew with one gentle tug the goddamn thing would fall and I’d see her beautiful nude body.
“Let’s be clear about something,” I said. “If I want you naked, you’ll be naked. If I want you in the shower, you’ll be in the shower. And if I want to be inside you, you’ll be ready for me.”
“You can’t talk…”
I pressed my lips to hers. It was hotter than in the truck. My hand touched the bottom of the towel. I lifted it a little.
I was losing control.
But I was supposed to, right?
After all, Shayna wasn’t going to get pregnant on her own.
~
I touched the inside of her thigh. She didn’t stop me. I kept going up and up, feeling the heat smother my hand. She still didn’t fucking stop me. The burning heat then gave way to a tender wetness. With just my middle finger, I curled it, feeling the softness of her silky folds.
She. Didn’t. Stop. Me.
I added another finger and curled that one too, easily finding her delicate clit. I pressed the tips of my fingers to her nub and began to make circles.
Shayna groaned as we kissed, then she put her head back to the door. My mouth and tongue kissed down to her neck and around to her throat. I wanted to tear down to her chest, rip the fucking towel away, and fucking have her.
But I twisted my fingers again and made her jump. Her hand grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into me. She still didn’t stop me though.
“Yes,” she purred. “Fuck… yes…”
I slid my fingers down and plunged them deep into her core. Her walls tugged against my fingers, not only welcoming me with a fiery warmth but giving a hint at just how tight her body was.
Christ, just imagining fucking her was making my balls ache. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted…
I took my mouth away from her.
I stared at her.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a desperate passion.
I pulled my fingers out and thrust them inside her again. And again. And again. My thumb slipped up and touched her clit, bringing all her pleasure to life. She rocked her hips at me, her knees bent a little. Her breathing went wild and I knew there was no turning back now.
Shayna needed to come. I saw it in her eyes. I saw it in the way she bit her lip as she fought back screaming.
I put my lips to her ear. “You can scream all you fucking want, sweetie. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
Shayna let out a long moan. Her other hand shot forward and grabbed my shirt. She pulled at me, bringing my body tight to hers. Her nails dug even harder into my wrist. My fingers kept thrusting, feeling her throbbing against my touch. I curled my fingers and found a resistant tender spot and knew I had gotten her right where she couldn’t contain herself.
As she started to come, her
entire body jumped. Like she wanted to get away from me, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I thrust my fingers again and curled them again. I held her against the door until I knew she was done. And that’s when I slid my fingers out of her and away. I touched her inner thigh and retraced my steps, leaving a trail of her own wetness to wash away in the shower.
I purposely touched her cheek with the same hand. The smell of her sweet body lingered between the two of us.
I gritted my teeth as my cock pressed hard against the inside of my jeans. It wanted out. I wanted it out. Fuck, I wanted Shayna so badly.
She breathed heavily, still trying to catch her breath.
I pressed my lips softly to hers and then set my sights on the bathroom door.
“You have to turn the knob and lift,” I said. “I never got around to fixing it.”
I did just as I said and the bathroom door opened. Shayna stepped back and inside.
“Uh, thanks,” she whispered and hurried to shut the door.
I never fixed the fucking door because there was no point in fixing it. I thought it would be kind of nice to have something like that, unfixed. Something she would complain about. Joke about. Break my balls about. Then I could say something stupid back like, ‘Hey, baby girl, I promised I would fix that… you don’t need to remind me everyday…’ And then she would say something like, ‘Well, that thing you like me to do… you don’t have to remind me about it everyday… I’ll do it when I feel like it…’
I made fists and stepped back to the bed and sat down. I promised myself I wouldn’t come here and do that shit, think of memories that never happened and never could happen.
Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn’t ever come to the cabin at all. I should have just sold it a long time ago and taken the money and run. Retired from Fiore and his underground fighting business and faded out into the sunset.
The water in the bathroom turned on.
No chance of that now. I was stuck with Fiore and I was stuck with Shayna.
I had no escape. If I took off now, Fiore would take Shayna - and he’d get the baby he wanted. No matter what. Before that could happen, he’d come after me and kill me. So my options were limited - take my life in my own hands and run. If I did that, Shayna would be forced… I didn’t want to think about it. Or I could stay, figure out a plan, and enjoy some wild sex with Shayna.
It seemed too easy.
The shower water ran and I looked to the clothes on the floor. I had no business touching Shayna’s stuff, but she was in my cabin, in my care. I had every right to spy and snoop. I hooked my finger around her panties and tossed them away. I wasn’t a sicko snooping for something, I wanted information. A woman like Shayna didn’t just hang out with Zander for her own health. Her story went deeper and darker.
I grabbed her jeans and searched the back pockets.
Nothing.
I stuck my hand into the right front pocket.
Empty.
I stuck my hand into the left front pocket.
Bingo.
I felt something small and hard. I took it out and looked into the palm of my hand.
It was a diamond ring, a really nice diamond ring. Beyond that, shit, it was an engagement ring. With initials and some kind of saying. The initials made a little sense though.
I looked to the bathroom door.
The water was still running.
I had dug a little and found something interesting.
Shayna was engaged… to Zander.
14.
(Shayna)
I ran my hands through my hair as the water pounded against me. If it were up to me I would have stayed in the shower for the next ten years. Just to be able to hide somewhere comfortable and then face the music. Whatever the sound was going to be.
But I already knew the ending, didn’t I?
The same ending as Sasha.
She was probably dead by now and I was soon to follow. So I guess in a way I’d end up with her. I’d find her, just in a different time and place. I wasn’t even sure if I believed in that stuff though. All I knew was that reality had my feet on the ground, hot water touching my body, and my heart still racing because of Finn. I ached and throbbed in a way I hadn’t in a long time. The shower was supposed to calm and soothe me, but it did the opposite. Each droplet of water that touched me was instantly compared to Finn’s touch.
He had the roughness of a fighter but yet the gentleness of a lover. My lover. That’s what he was going to be, right? I was going to have to let him inside me. Let him inside in a way that no man had ever been before. And it had nothing to do with love or planning our lives together. Simply put, Finn’s boss wanted a baby and I was supposed to give him one. And my choices were very clear - Finn could do it or some of Fiore’s guys would.
Either way, the thought made me shiver.
I hugged myself and turned, the water hitting the front of my body. Of course I would let Finn in. Who wouldn’t? But to let him in my body with the intentions of getting me pregnant, that was completely something else. Yet I was almost trapped in the situation, unless Finn got us out. He promised he would think of something. And he was right about the timing of things. Even if we had sex tonight and I managed to get pregnant right away, we still had time. Time until my body let it show on a test. Time until my body actually held onto the pregnancy, which was weeks away. So we had time to come up with a plan.
I started to feel a little more relieved.
I turned the water off and grabbed a towel.
I dried my hair and then my body. I wrapped the towel around me and wiped my hand to the mirror. It fogged up again, a little, but I could still see my reflection. Bottom line, we both needed rest for tonight. Whether I was alone in bed or with Finn…
I caught myself smiling.
There was nothing wrong with Finn, at least physically. With his touch, he was perfect. With his tongue kissing my skin, he was perfect. It was when he talked that there were problems. He was arrogant, cocky, and mean. Sometimes he had a look in his eye where sympathy existed, but most of the time, he was the typical fighter. Always looking to do something to someone.
I wanted nothing more than both of us to agree on a plan. Because it was Finn’s life at stake too. Did he really want to have a baby? With me? And then, what, just give that baby up to his boss? To replace a grandchild he lost? None of it made sense, but the world we lived in didn’t make sense. There were no laws and justice was dealt in a way that remained totally unpredictable.
I opened the bathroom door and found Finn sitting on the edge of the bed. Part of me wanted to drop the towel right there and just go at it. Maybe have a little practice at what we were supposed to do. My body was still on fire from his touch and, to be honest, I could have used the distraction from life for a little while. Even just one crazy night.
But then Finn looked at me.
He stood up and put his hand out. The look in his eye had nothing to do with passion or wanting to fuck. He was angry.
His fingers slowly curled open and I sucked in a breath.
Oh, shit.
“Tell me,” he said. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Finn, you have to listen…”
“Just fucking say it. The truth. Right now.”
I hung my head. He found the ring. I had stuffed it in my pocket and left it there. Because it wasn’t supposed to be what it was. I also thought maybe I could pawn it off for some easy cash to stay on the run.
But now Finn found it.
He wanted me to say it.
So I looked at him. Dead in the eyes. I nodded. “Yeah, fine, Finn, you want the truth? I’m engaged to Zander.”
~
Finn tossed the ring to the bed and left the room. I considered chasing him down, but I needed to get dressed first. I scrambled, dropping the towel a second after he was out the door, and I lunged for fresh clothes. I grabbed jeans and then grabbed the same t-shirt I had been wearing and threw it on. The ring caught my eye and
I snuck it back into my pocket. Whatever the hell the damn thing meant it still had cash value. That was the whole point of having it.
I didn’t love Zander. I didn’t want to get married to Zander. I didn’t even have sex with Zander! The engagement was basically a prop. It was the way Zander showed affection and claimed women he wanted to eventually fuck, use, abuse, and leave for dead.
I ran out the front door of the cabin. The sun was getting extra heavy and starting to fall. A thin line of brilliant colors battled their way through the gaps between the branches and leaves on the trees. It was getting cool out already and my wet hair was not going to serve me well. But I needed to get to Finn.
I hurried around the side of the cabin and ran.
I then heard a thud! Then a grunt followed by another thud!.
When I stopped, I saw Finn standing at a chopping block. He put a piece of wood on the block and then lifted a large axe into the air. The back of his shirt pulled tight to his back, showing off deep ridges of muscle. When he brought the axe down, he grunted, hit the large piece of wood, and it shattered into two.
“It’s not what you think,” I said.
Finn turned. His eyes were beady, evil. His hand gripped the end of the axe with a fierce grip. Veins jutted out of his hand and up his arm. His forehead already glistened with sweat.
“I might as well just give you up to Fiore for good. That’s what I had planned on doing. Let him do whatever he needs to do. Then I could go back to my fucking business.”
“That’s what you want? Just toss me aside? Leave me to be…”
Finn curled his lip. “You’re fucking engaged to him, Shayna. You have no idea…”
“This was what he wanted,” I yelled. “It was my only chance of staying alive. Okay? I had no choice. If I didn’t accept anything he offered, I’d be dead. Gone. Hurt. Tortured. Killed. I’ve seen enough to know, Finn.”
“You’re engaged to a boss,” Finn said. “And I’m supposed to fuck you?”
“So now I’m tainted?” I hugged myself and suddenly felt gross.
“Just go back inside,” Finn said. “We have to get through tonight and I’ll make a decision.”