Game

by London Casey

  “Shayna.”

  I wasn’t messing around anymore.

  I kicked the door shut and rushed at him. Before I could get to him though, he spun around, surprising me. I waited for him to give me some kind of lame excuse, but that didn’t happen.

  Finn took charge.

  His hands were at my waist and he spun me around. My ass pressed against the sink as he thrust his hips at me. I felt the thickness of his cock instantly pressing against me.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered.

  “No turning back now,” he said. “I gave you your chance to get away. To deny me. To fucking run. But you wouldn’t take it. So now you’re fucked. For real.”

  My lips quivered. I had no idea what to think or do.

  His hands grabbed the front of my jeans, opening them.

  He then placed a hand to the back of my neck. My hands touched his chest, still slick from the sweat of fighting.

  “I’m going to fucking pound you,” he whispered, his lips grazing mine. Then he kissed me. “You’re not going to stop me. You’re my game now, sweetie. And I’m always the fucking winner.” His teeth touched my neck and he kissed up to my ear. “I’m going to come inside you and fill you.”

  My fingers curled at his chest.

  Something had officially unleashed the beast inside Finn. Maybe it was the fight. Maybe it was me going after him. Or maybe he had been hiding it all along, like he said, giving me the chance to get away.

  No matter what, this was different.

  He plunged into my panties, his rough fingers against my smooth skin. His fingers curled, lifted, the pressure against my sex, bringing me to my feet. His fingers played, rubbed, soaking themselves as I was more than ready for him.

  “Now fucking touch me,” Finn ordered. “Wrap your hand around my dick and feel me.”

  I did as told, grabbing the waist of his shorts and pushing them down. His steel perfection popped free, longer and thicker than I remembered. My hand touched him, trying to tease him as I slid my fingertips down the top of his hardness.

  His hand left my neck and he reached for himself. His hand was big enough to hold himself. My hand definitely wasn’t.

  My hands were free so I grabbed my shirt, lifting it up over my head. My breasts felt so heavy in my bra, aching to be touched and tasted by Finn. But he was already on the move again. One hand grabbed my ass and pulled at me. I opened my legs and offered myself to him. As I stared down, I watched Finn place his wide tip against my body. He thrust and guided, as my body tried desperately to accommodate him. The harder he thrusted, the better it felt. I looked up at him and his eyes burned to mine.

  Finn then pounded at me, ripping me open.

  Before I could scream, his lips crashed to mine.

  My hands found comfort in his arms. My thumbs felt the hardness of his biceps and my fingertips tried to reach the pinnacle of the ridges of his triceps. He was massive in more than one way, leaving me clawing and gasping for anything I could find.

  He was so good. He made me full when he entered me and left me aching when he pulled away. He worked slow with precision, making my body form to his cock. One hand was at my lower back, fingers spread wide, keeping me steady. His other hand slid around and touched my breast. He tugged at the top of my bra and I waited for him to expose my breast and have me. But he didn’t. His hand kept going down until I felt the pressure of his thumb to my clit.

  It was instant climax.

  I came and screamed, my voice battering the walls of the bathroom. Finn groaned as he started to move harder and faster. My body sought relief, but I couldn’t dare bring myself to stop him now. My hands slid down his arms and touched his stomach. The ridges of his stomach muscles flexed with each beautiful offering of himself.

  In and out, my body hit the bathroom sink.

  He placed both hands to my waist and slowly began to inch his hands up my body. The speed with which he worked grew more and more intense. The sound of bodies together echoed off the walls.

  His hands kept going, up and up my body. Creeping over my breasts, I groaned, waiting. But he kept going again. Fucking torturing me with his touch. As his hands touched my neck, I put my head back. I shut my eyes and was lost in a world of pleasure. The deep feeling that rushed through me was nothing I felt before. Not just Finn fucking me but something more.

  His fingertips dug into the back of my hair and he forced me to look at him. His forehead came forward, touching mine. Everything about him was overpowering. His body smelled of man, of a fight, a musky smell that tore through all my desires. Finn was the man every woman dreamt of but ran from.

  I had my chance to run.

  And I did run. Right to Finn.

  His eyes were as sexy as ever, dark and beautiful, haunting with an intense passion. His hips bucked at me with hard thrusts and I knew he was getting ready.

  Holy shit, it’s going to happen… he’s going to…

  “Ah, fuck,” Finn groaned.

  He was there, right on the cusp, ready to explode inside me. We were both completely vulnerable, held hostage in a sick game, yet we both fucking loved it.

  I loved…

  “Fuck,” Finn said again.

  Then he pulled away from me.

  27.

  (Finn)

  I placed my cock between us and kept thrusting at her. Shayna lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around mine. Her mouth was open as she breathed heavy. Her eyes looked shocked, maybe defeated.

  I pulsed, one fucking thrust away from letting go.

  Everything between me and Shayna somehow played in my mind during that last second before I lost control.

  I pulled back and reached down, grabbing my dick. As I slid my hand up, feeling the slickness on my shaft from her amazing body, I hissed. I came forward and felt the warmth of her pussy. She molded against my cock as I sank deep. I buried my face into her neck, groaning as my cock let loose.

  I came over and over, my body thrusting each time I spilled more into her. Me wearing nothing to protect myself from her and her having nothing to protect herself from me. This was really it. I couldn’t do a damn thing about it now.

  I pressed harder at her, deeper.

  Shayna’s hands grabbed my back, her nails ripping at my skin.

  I kissed her neck and then around to her mouth. We kissed for a few seconds before I broke it off. When I looked at it, I felt it. I felt it right in my chest. I was falling for her. Hard. Fast. Bad.

  “We did it,” she whispered.

  She bit her lip. She was uneasy. She was terrified. Rightfully so.

  Christ, I had just come inside her with the intention of getting her pregnant. Not because we were in love and wanted that romance shit in our lives. Because Fiore wanted the baby.

  “I don’t even know what to say,” I whispered. “Because what it…”

  “Well, well, well. It’s about fucking time.”

  I looked back and there was Fiore.

  My shorts were down to my ankles. My ass flexed as I was still inside Shayna.

  “I knew the fight would help,” Fiore said. “But I’m still not done with this. I want that fucking kid made and delivered.”

  Fiore shut the door and I looked at Shayna again. Any and all feelings were stripped from the room. I backed away from her and didn’t know what to do next.

  Other than to take her back to the cabin and fuck her again…

  28.

  (Shayna)

  I felt guilty as sin as I walked out of the bathroom. I wasn’t sure how my hair looked. I knew my face was burning red. The rest of my body felt the same. Between my legs I was still a mess, but it was the hottest mess possible.

  I walked next to Finn and he gently grabbed my hand, holding it. As we went through the corridors of the abandoned building, the yells and cheers of the crowd echoed around. It made me realize that Finn was a warrior. Maybe this wasn’t the exact life he had dreamed of, but it was the life he embraced.

  Plus, he won
the fight. And he fucked me.

  Fiore saw the ending of it, which mean he had his damn proof. So hopefully that meant he would leave us alone.

  I touched my stomach and realized it didn’t really matter, did it? All it takes is one time to create life. To create a baby. I looked at Finn and thought about what we had done. The whole process could have been started already.

  Never in the last few years had I thought about having a baby. Or being in a relationship. Or anything that involved a normal life.

  Not that I would ever have that with Finn.

  If I was pregnant… Fiore wanted the baby.

  It made me shiver.

  “This way,” Finn said.

  We turned and he kicked open a door. Then we were outside, the back parking lot of the building. It was quiet, calm, and made me feel uneasy.

  “Are we supposed to be leaving?” I asked.

  “Nope,” Finn said. “But we are. I’m done.”

  “Are you going to get in trouble?”

  Finn looked at me and grinned. “After what Fiore just saw, I think we’re good.”

  My cheeks burned hotter.

  We got into Finn’s truck and left the parking lot. The last time I left a fight with Finn, I was holding a gun to him.

  This time it was much calmer. Every time I looked at Finn I felt my heart race faster and faster. He was getting to me. I was letting him get to me. Even in the midst of all that danger waiting, I still wanted him. I wanted Finn. I wanted to know his entire story. I wanted something to work out with me, him, and Fiore. There had to be a way to do it.

  What about Zander?

  Of course.

  Zander.

  He wouldn’t just let me go either.

  He’d come for me. He’d come to kill Finn.

  “Ah, fuck,” Finn whispered.

  “What?”

  “Hold tight, sweetie.”

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “We have a tail,” Finn said.

  He hit the accelerator. The engine of the pickup truck growled.

  I looked back and felt my heart drop.

  He’s here… Zander is coming for me… right now.

  29.

  (Finn)

  I could get on a video chat with my cell phone with someone halfway across the world, but there were still places that didn’t get cell service.

  Not that I could do much right now with my cell. If I called Fiore and if he answered, by the time he caught up to me, shit would have already hit the fan.

  The truck barreled right up on my bumper. I hoped it was just Cormac following me, fucking around, but then I saw the guns. The driver and the passenger each held weapons out their windows.

  “Get down!” I yelled and grabbed at Shayna.

  I tore her by the shoulder, putting her head on my lap. I ducked my head as far as I could without losing sight of the road. Bullets pinged off the truck and shattered the back window of the truck. My hand pressed hard to Shayna’s shoulder. Her head was right between my legs. My cock shouldn’t have been thinking anything wild in that moment, but I couldn’t fight it off. Even with people shooting at me, I was still turned on by her.

  “Get ready,” I warned.

  I sped up and then slammed my brakes. The truck smashed into the back of my truck. The weapons fell from the shooters hands. I hurried to slam on the gas again and cut the wheel, purposely letting the ass of the truck cut left to right. That allowed my back tires to throw up some dirt, rocks, and plenty of dust.

  I then quickly took a sharp right, fearing I was going to roll the truck. I swore I felt it start to go, but we stayed with all four tires on the ground. We were on another dirt path now. This one more narrow with way more danger.

  I rode hard and fast.

  I checked the mirrors a few times, hoping that maybe I had actually lost the guys.

  Not a fucking chance.

  This wasn’t some action movie or something.

  The truck found the turn, made it, and was coming right back up on us.

  “Sweetie, open the glovebox,” I said. “There’s a gun. Hand it to me.”

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “It’s either us or them,” I said. “Who do you want to survive?”

  Shayna sat up and ran a hand through her hair. She nodded. She opened the glovebox and my heart twisted hard.

  Just like with Carrie, right? On the same roads. Except we drove slow. We talked and laughed. I had her open the glovebox to find a map. With a red circle on it. The spot where I was going to build a cabin for her.

  Shayna grabbed the gun and handed it to me.

  This was what my life had become. The fall of the tragedy still continued.

  The truck got closer.

  We hit a small bump and I felt like the truck was going to go airborne.

  I kept the wheel straight and the truck steady.

  “You have to hold the wheel for me,” I said. “Okay? Keep it straight.”

  Shayna didn’t think twice. She grabbed the wheel. I put the window down, and turned, sticking my hand out the window. I shot twice and saw sparks off the other truck. It quickly started to dart left to right.

  I had them!

  Or so I thought…

  A second later, two more weapons came out the windows. They were just handguns this time, nothing fast and automatic. I quickly shot again and the truck started to turn. One more bullet and I hit the passenger. His arm flopped down, dropping the gun. The truck turned again, the ass hitting a tree. I kept shooting, unloading the entire clip. The truck spun and started to roll. Over and over and over, bouncing like a toy.

  I hurried to fully get back in the truck and take the wheel from Shayna.

  I put both hands to the steering wheel just in time to see a fallen tree blocking the way.

  I could only scream one thing.

  “We’re going to crash!”

  ~

  I cut the wheel, wanting the impact to be all on me. I couldn’t let anything happen to Shayna. The wheels dug in the dirt and it felt like the entire truck lifted up off the ground. I realized there was no chance in hell of saving the truck or getting out of the crash so I jumped at Shayna, trying to grab her.

  The front left part of the truck hit the fallen tree and the truck quickly spun the other way. I saw Shayna’s head smack the passenger window. It broke. The windshield crunched with a sickening sound as we started to roll. The truck went up and over the fallen tree.

  It all happened so fast yet somehow played out in slow motion in my mind.

  I saw Shayna try to brace herself on the dashboard but the airbag deployed. A giant white cloud consumed her at the exact same moment it happened to me.

  When it all stopped, the silence was terrifying.

  We were upside down, my neck bent, the truck rocking back and forth.

  I clawed at the airbag and grabbed for the door. I don’t know how in the fuck it worked, but the door opened like it normally would have. I climbed out and got to my feet. A throbbing pain went through my left leg as I hurried to the other side of the truck. It was a very weird sight to see your own vehicle upside down. My entire body shook with a rush of fear, pain, and adrenaline.

  I hobbled to the other side and wished so damn hard to find Shayna crawling out from her side of the truck.

  She wasn’t there.

  She was still inside the truck.

  I dropped to my knees and grabbed at her through the broken window. She was unconscious, blood on her head, her hair a mess all around. I stuck my fingers to her neck and felt a strong pulse. A strong goddamn pulse! I gently cradled her neck to my forearms as I grabbed under her armpits and guided her from the truck. I kept her on her back, careful not to move her too suddenly in case something serious was wrong. I touched her chest, feeling her heart still going strong. I touched her cheek and looked around. We were close to the cabin. I could carry her.

  I started to slip my hands under her when I heard a zing! sound.


  To my left, the fucking driver of the other truck was on the ground, a gun in his hand, shooting at me. His face was covered in blood, and he barely had his hand lifted. I stood and left Shayna on the ground, protected by the truck where she almost died.

  I walked toward the guy, watching the gun go limp in his hand.

  He was dying.

  His back was twisted and his legs looked like they were jelly.

  I kicked the gun out of his hand and grabbed his hair, pulling at him. He screamed and groaned.

  “Zander?” I asked.

  His eyes met mine. “Fuck you…”

  Even mostly dead I picked up on the accent.

  Yeah, he was one of Zander’s guys. The son of a bitch had made a move after me and Shayna.

  I let the guy go, stepped back, and brought my foot back. I turned my head and kicked forward. It was like kicking a loose log or something.

  I didn’t look at him again. I knew he was dead.

  My sights were set back to Shayna.

  I hurried to her and dropped to my knees again. I touched her chest. Still breathing. Still beating. Still alive.

  I wiped my hand over her face and leaned down, kissing her lips. “It’s okay, sweetie. We’re okay. I’m going to carry you home.”

  I lifted Shayna up. Her arms and legs moved a little, giving me hope that she was going to be okay. I held her tight - my girl, my woman - and I started to walk away from the scene of destruction toward what was supposed to be my place of hope.

  I held her tight and thought about it… what we’d done in the bathroom at the fight… I made a decision right then.

  First, Shayna was all mine. Second, if there was a life inside her, I was going to take care of that life… even if it cost me mine.

  30.

  (Shayna)

  I remember a loud pop sound. Then there was crunching metal. So cliche for an accident, right? But that’s what it was. The world spun for a few seconds and then it was all darkness. Not a dream like kind of darkness. Just plain darkness.

  Then I felt bouncing.

  No, stepping.

  I was being carried.