Game

by London Casey

  34.

  (Shayna)

  I stepped into the room and shut the door. I walked to the closet and felt something staring at me. The blinds were down, the curtains drawn. It was dark in the room, but not completely dark. I reached for the light switch and had that wild fear of something bad waiting. Some kind of dumb irrational fear that everyone had once in a while.

  I turned on the light and saw a man in a black suit standing a couple feet away. His hands lunged out at me, grabbing me. I screamed but was already tight in his grasp. My mind panicked, wanting to make sure my towel was on me.

  “Don’t worry,” the man said. “I’m not here to see you naked. I just need your legs open for a minute.”

  The man threw me at the bed and jumped on me. I had no chance to kick, no chance to attack him. He held my wrists with one hand above my head. His other hand lifted up my towel.

  I looked to my right and saw the bedroom door creep open a little. It was Fiore.

  “It’s okay,” he said. “I need to be reassured that Finn isn’t shooting blanks. Or that you’re not lying to me. My associate here is more than capable of giving me what I want. So just relax…”

  I looked at the man on top of me.

  What the fuck was about to happen?

  It was pretty obvious but I couldn’t believe it.

  I threw my head forward, trying to head butt the guy. But he was smart, fast, and strong.

  My body shivered with fear.

  My mind wanted to know one thing: where was Finn?

  35.

  (Finn)

  I opened my eyes and heard Shayna scream.

  That woke me up even more. I reached for the wall and then for the floor. My head throbbed and everything was dizzy. I managed to get to my feet. My towel was on the floor so I grabbed that and hurried toward the bedroom.

  I kicked open the door and saw a man on top of Shayna. Her legs were sort of in the air, kicking.

  I threw the towel over the guy’s head and pulled him away from her. I threw him right back into the wall. He hit with a thundering sound. I dropped the towel and then threw a right fist at him, cracking him square in the jaw. His head bounced off the wall again. His eyes started to spin like tops. I unleashed on him, hitting him as he slid down the wall. I then started to kick him, using the heel of my foot to crush his face, over and over. Of all the crazy shit that I had done in my life I had never had to fight a man while naked.

  I stopped kicking him to take a breath. I grabbed the towel, rolled it up tight, and put it around the guy’s neck. I then dragged him from the bedroom and through the bathroom. I let him go and then stomped on him one more time for good measure.

  I knew what it had been.

  Fiore.

  An attack on me. On Shayna.

  I raced back to the bedroom and shut the door, locking it this time. I made sure to lock the other door too. Shayna was sitting up, knees tight to her chest.

  She looked right at me, tears running down her cheeks. “He…”

  “This is my fault,” I said. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea Fiore could go this far with it.”

  “Finn, what’s going to happen?”

  I should have made up an answer. I should have told her anything she wanted and needed to hear to calm herself a little. What had just happened was beyond devastating. Not to mention before that she had been forced to piss on a pregnancy test.

  “I love you,” I said.

  The words just slipped out.

  I reached for her and she accepted me. I put my left hand to her face. My right hand touched over her towel, at her stomach.

  “I fucking love you,” I said.

  “Finn, I love you too,” Shayna said. “But how do we survive this?”

  I put my head to hers. I couldn’t lie to her. Ever.

  So I told her the truth.

  “I don’t know.”

  ~

  “The cabin is secure,” Fiore said into the phone.

  I looked out the front window and wanted to scream. “I’m not fucking doing this anymore, Fiore. You crossed the line.”

  “Remember who the fuck you are,” he warned. “You scum fighter.”

  “What are you going to do? Force me? You want me to do it to her… because of your daughter…”

  “Watch your mouth,” Fiore warned.

  “Fuck you, Fiore.”

  There was silence.

  “Fuck me is right,” Fiore said. “Remember everything I’ve done for you, son.”

  “Son? You’ve never called me that before.”

  “That’s how I’ve treated you. The best I could, considering your blood.”

  “You let one of your guys attack me. Then try to… go after Shayna.”

  “And you all but killed that man,” Fiore said. “Which confirms something.”

  “What?”

  “You’re in love with Shayna. I didn’t ask you to fall for her, Finn. Just get her pregnant. But maybe this will ease the situation. I’d rather not have to kill her when I take the baby. But I will if I need to. My family comes first. So take good care of her, Finn. Oh, and don’t forget about that fight.”

  “Two on one,” I said. “Against all odds.”

  How fucking fitting.

  “It’s also a bit of a ploy to lure Zander close again,” Fiore said. “So don’t fuck anything up. I wouldn’t want anything to explode, you know?”

  I just shook my head even though Fiore couldn’t see. “I’ll be there.”

  “Finn, this isn’t personal,” Fiore said. “This is all business. And let’s not forget how it really started. You stuck your nose where it didn’t belong. Now I’m trying to clean up the mess.”

  The call went dead before I could rebut. Not that I had a real argument; Fiore was right. I had gone to that fight on my own, hadn’t I? I had looked up at Shayna and instantly wanted her more than any other woman I’d ever met.

  I felt something touch me and looked down to see two hands sliding around the front of my body. Carrie used to do it to me. She’d interlock her fingers and pull at me.

  But it wasn’t Carrie.

  Carrie was dead.

  It was Shayna. And she didn’t interlock her fingers.

  “Finn,” she whispered.

  “Sweetie,” I said.

  “It’s going to get bad, isn’t it?”

  I nodded. “It is. But we’re going to be together, Shayna. I promise you. No matter what happens, we will be together. I promise.”

  “I like hearing that,” Shayna said.

  “I like…”

  I saw a pickup truck appear out of nowhere in the distance. It was going way too damn fast for its own good. I pushed back from the railing and turned, grabbing Shayna.

  The truck swerved to the left, to the right, and sped toward the cabin.

  “Finn,” Shayna said.

  “Get inside,” I ordered. “That truck is going to crash into the fucking cabin.”

  36.

  (Shayna)

  I didn’t go inside.

  And the truck didn’t crash into the cabin.

  It came flying toward the cabin and at the last second it turned and kept going, right along the side of it. I heard the sound of sticks snapping and popping, the roaring of the engine, and I felt the anticipation of an accident.

  “Oh, fuck,” Finn said. “That was goddamn Cormac!”

  Finn ran to the side of the porch and jumped over it. I should have gone back inside, but I ran off the porch and tried to chase after Finn. I made it around the house and watched him barrel deep into the woods. I heard the sound of Cormac’s truck engine still yelling. Then came a wild thud sound, following by even more crunching and grinding.

  Then silence. The kind of silence Finn and I had gotten to know all too well.

  Cormac had crashed his truck.

  I couldn’t keep up with Finn so I just ran where I hoped he was going. Then again, it wasn’t all that hard to look for the smoking heap of metal that was C
ormac’s truck. The front of the truck was crunched up. The back looked beat up. The windows were all shattered.

  Finn tore open the driver’s door and Cormac toppled out and down to the ground. He was on his hands and knees, coughing and gagging. I thought for a second he was dying. But then Cormac popped up and leaned against the truck. The moment his head swayed, I knew he was drunk.

  I got closer and within a few feet of Cormac, I smelled the booze pouring off him.

  Before any of us could say a word, Cormac popped Finn in the mouth with a punch.

  I gasped and jumped back.

  Cormac pushed forward and stumbled at Finn. He tried to swing again but missed. Finn grabbed Cormac by the shirt and threw him back against the pickup truck. Finn brought a fist back and I jumped forward, right into the fight. I used both hands to grab at Finn’s arm. My two hands couldn’t wrap around his flexed bicep. If he threw his fist forward I would have hit Cormac along with the fist.

  But Finn eased up.

  He lowered his fist.

  “He’s drunk!” I cried out.

  “I know,” Finn said.

  “You… fuck…,” Cormac slumped down to his ass. He lowered his head and started to bawl.

  Finn just stood there.

  I was the one who then dropped down and I wrapped my arms around him. He threw his arms around me and hugged back.

  “Cormac, tell me,” I whispered. “Tell me anything.”

  “She’s gone,” Cormac said. “And now you’re here. You’re stealing her.”

  “Fuck no,” Finn growled.

  Finn grabbed me by the shoulders and peeled me away from Cormac. He then grabbed Cormac and put him to his feet again. He slammed Cormac against the truck over and over.

  “Say that again!” Finn yelled. “Don’t you fucking dare come here and blame Shayna for anything.”

  “She’s dead,” Cormac cried.

  “And you’re driving like this?” Finn asked. “You fucking moron. You want to end up like her?”

  Cormac’s head then stopped swaying. His eyes went wide and he showed his teeth. Suddenly, Cormac was sober and ready to fight again. He pushed at Finn and the two started to get tangled up together.

  They wanted to fight, but not each other.

  I watched them spin in circles, yelling, cursing, taking cheap punches that barely landed.

  I didn’t know what to do.

  So I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it.

  Yeah, that’s right… I flashed them to get the fight to stop.

  ~

  And it worked.

  The fight stopped dead and they both looked at me.

  “Wow,” Cormac said.

  “What the hell?” Finn growled. “Put your shirt down.”

  “No. Don’t,” Cormac said.

  Finn threw an elbow into Cormac’s gut and Cormac toppled to the ground. He rushed at me. “What are you doing?”

  “You can’t hurt him,” I said. “He’s drunk. Get him inside, Finn.”

  “He could have killed someone driving like this,” Finn said. “After everything…”

  “Just get him inside,” I said. “He’s your best friend.”

  Finn turned and offered his hand. He pulled Cormac up and then threw him over his shoulder. “Come on. We’re going for a ride, Cormac. You need some coffee and a cold shower, brother.”

  We walked.

  Finn carrying the hulk of a man that Cormac was looked silly. It was like Finn was carrying a tree trunk.

  Cormac’s head bobbed. “Hey… Shayna… you have nice tits, darling…”

  Finn shook his head.

  I patted Cormac’s back. “Thanks, Cormac. Thanks a lot.”

  Cormac turned his head to look at me and he smiled. Then his face turned white as a ghost and he let out a gurgle sound.

  “Put him down,” I said to Finn.

  Finn literally tossed Cormac off his shoulder. He started to get sick before he hit the ground.

  “Goddammit,” Finn said. “I’ve only seen him throw up one other time from drinking too much.”

  “When was that?” I asked.

  “Carrie’s funeral.”

  Cormac heaved and sounded like a bear roaring. I had to turn away.

  Finn grabbed my arm and pulled at me. “Hey. Don’t ever do that again.”

  “What?”

  “I’m the only one who sees you. Ever. Got that?”

  “Oh yeah? Is that right?”

  “I’m not fucking around,” Finn said. “I feel like gouging Cormac’s eyes out, but chances are he won’t remember it. Don’t ever do that again. You’re mine, sweetie. All mine.”

  Finn pulled me closer and kissed me. It was actually romantic. Like, really romantic.

  Then Cormac started to heave again.

  My life was a mess… and it was only going to get worse.

  37.

  (Finn)

  I couldn’t stop myself as I tore Shayna’s bra off her body. I then gently touched her chest, cupping her breasts, staring into her eyes.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered, realizing what had happened.

  “Yes,” she said. “I promise.”

  I slipped my hands up and grabbed her face. I kissed her like I’d never get to kiss her again. I slowly put her head back and hovered over her.

  “Remember what I said. Nobody ever sees your tits but me. Ever.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  I inched down and kissed her throat. Then down to her chest. I sat her on the bed and put her on her back. From there, my mouth quickly devoured her left breast. I sucked at her, bringing her to a cry. Her hands grabbed at my head, nails digging tight, scratching at me. I eased up and let my teeth graze against her hard nipple, made her body crunch up at me.

  When I pulled away, she was propped up on her elbows now. “Fuck, Finn. That… hurt…”

  “Good,” I growled.

  I kissed her stomach and was on the move. My eyes never left her eyes as I started to peel her jeans and panties down. I had no time to waste. As much as I wanted to stop time and take weeks to pleasure Shayna, we didn’t have that right now. Yet I needed her. I demanded her.

  Fuck, I wanted her. I really wanted her. She soothed me. She was everything to me.

  My hands eased up her legs and to her inner thigh. I raced up and my thumbs found the warm, wet comfort of her pussy. Her soft folds ready for my touch already.

  I came forward, my eyes still locked to hers. Her scent filled my nose and set my body on fire. I tasted her and seeing her mouth fall open, her eyes go wide, that was all I needed to see. My hands moved up her body, sliding over her breasts, and I pushed her back down to the bed.

  My tongue quickly curled, dancing up and down against her beautiful pearly clit. Her hips started to jolt like her body was unsure what to do with the sudden rush of pleasure. Christ, even that turned me on like crazy. I felt a growl deep in my throat as I tasted her. She was my personal addiction, the spark to my fire, the purpose for my life right now. She pulled me through the darkness even though we were still running through it together.

  I cupped her breasts tighter. Shayna groaned and put her hands to mine.

  My tongue ran rampant up and down. There wasn’t enough for me to have. I flirted with her entrance, feeling her throb to my touch. I slowly lifted my tongue and flicked against her clit a few more times.

  And that’s the exact moment I stopped.

  When I backed away, Shayna looked at me. Her eyes were a mix between lust and anger. I loved being in control of her pleasure like that.

  I stood up and lifted my shirt. By the time I threw it to the floor Shayna had her legs already wrapped around me, pulling at me.

  “Easy, sweetie,” I said and grabbed her knees. “Let me take my jeans off first.”

  I got my jeans down to my knees before I couldn’t hold off anymore. My hands grabbed at her sides and pulled her to the edge of the bed. With her legs spreading, giving me herself, I took it al
l for my own. I thrust at her, breaking her open again, and sank deep. She wrapped around me impossibly tight, obvious that I had given too much all at once to her. Shayna’s mouth was wide open as she tried to scream, but a hoarse cry came out.

  I slowly pulled back and watched as Shayna grabbed the sheets, her fingers curled tight. She flexed her ass and lifted herself to me. I stared down and watched my cock slide out of her, glistening with the sweetest desire I ever knew.

  When I felt - and saw - the tip of my dick ready to ease out, I thrust right back in.

  I lowered my body down to hers, one hand cradling behind her head. My other hand pressed firmly on the bed, my feet on the floor, and I fucked her. Each thrust brought a new sound from Shayna. Cries, groans, moans, whimpering, it was a symphony of pleasure that I orchestrated on my own. She locked her ankles behind me, wanting me to stay nice and deep - something I had no fucking problem with.

  The deeper I sank the more I felt. The warmth of depths, maybe parts that were never explored before.

  I kissed her chest, her neck, flirted with her lips, nibbled her ears. I was everywhere I could be all at once, never wanting to fuck someone like I wanted to fuck Shayna. And the craziest part of it all? We weren’t actually fucking. We were loving each other. The way our tongues touched when we kissed felt good. The way our bodies collided with intention that went further than pleasure and climax.

  I fucking loved her. I knew how to say it and now I was showing it to her.

  My hands traced every curve she had to offer, leaving my callused fingers like mush, never to forget what Shayna really felt like.

  I rested my forehead to hers, losing my own damn breath as I kept going faster and faster. The room suddenly felt like the dead of a record hot summer. Our sweat mixed as our bodies did.

  When I started to come, I thrust and held deep. Shayna let out a cry with the first spurt of orgasm. She then dug her heels to the back of my legs, just under my ass, and made sure I didn’t leave her. Her hips rocked left to right, her sex clung to me, releasing me over and over.

  All I could think about was the pregnancy test. How badly I now wanted it to be positive. To share something so intense and beautiful with Shayna. As though escaping this situation with our lives wasn’t enough.