by Franca Storm
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned.
He pulled them away and then I felt what appeared to be at least two of them probing my entrance. He eased them in, working them deeper and deeper, bit by bit, stretching me open.
“Good girl. That’s it. Relax,” he spoke at my ear. “Take them. Take them deep, like you’re gonna take my cock.”
Groaning at the overwhelming sensations, I buried my face in the mountain of pillows and submitted to his ministrations.
His free hand caressed my back lovingly, reassuring me.
The slight burn of pain of his invading fingers subsided and there was only pleasure as he began fucking me with them.
Deeper.
Harder.
Wilder.
A warm wetness smothered my pussy again.
His tongue glided over my clit, slowly and deliberately, sending sparks of pleasure everywhere, as he continued finger-fucking me.
And then he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked.
Pleasure morphed to ecstasy and my orgasm slammed into me, making me shriek out at the top of my lungs, my body going rigid as pleasure took my body.
I collapsed onto my stomach.
He crawled up over me and eased me onto my back.
“Incredible,” he said.
I felt something being pushed into my hand and when he pulled back I saw that I was clutching a foil packet.
“Ready?”
I sat up and tore open the packet, nodding fervently.
When I hesitated from inexperience, Finn guided my hand, our fingers working together to ease the condom down over his hard length. Our gazes burned into one another’s, the anticipation of what was to come quickening our breathing.
Smiling, I ran my fingers up and down his sheathed shaft, relishing the feel of his thickness. He was so hard, like steel, but the skin like soft silk. His magnificent abs clenched at my attentions and I watched him grit his teeth against the building pleasure.
“Love you worshipping my cock, sweetheart.” He eased my hand away. “But right now, it’s gonna worship you.”
He sat down, his cock jutting up toward the ceiling. Then he reached out and grasped my waist, hauling me onto him so that I was straddling his hips. I gasped as I felt the head of his dick brush my pussy. The sensation was exquisite and I wanted more, so I rubbed myself along his length, coating him in my wetness.
He threw his head back and groaned. “Jesus.”
It was thrilling, the effect I was having on him. I felt so sexy, so powerful.
And I needed more.
I grasped his shoulders and his gaze snapped to mine, the anticipation there so raw, as he took hold of the base of his dick, steadying it for me.
Our eyes locked on one another, I eased myself down onto him. The initial burn as I took him in an inch had me stilling.
Understanding shone in his eyes. “There’s no rush. Take it at your own pace.”
I realized then that it was why he’d put us in this position. He was giving me the control, the power, making sure it happened on my terms.
The sweet chivalry of it warmed me and made me want him even more, something I hadn’t thought possible. “Finn,” I breathed, beaming at him in wonder. Then, I cupped the sides of his face and brought my lips to his.
Passion exploded between us. The kiss was wild and frantic. My hands delved into his hair, sliding down his neck, to his shoulders, exploring his chest, his abs. I took his dick deeper, groaning as he stretched me. I stilled again, trying to acclimate to it.
His fingers slid between my legs and played with my pussy, teasing me, spreading my wetness over my clit and making me buck at the sweet pleasure he was evoking.
I ground against him, driving his cock deeper and deeper until he was buried balls deep inside me. God, he was a lot to take.
He stepped up his sensual torment of my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to release. I could almost taste it and it had me losing myself to it, to him, to everything. I rocked back and forth, getting used to the feel of his big dick buried inside me.
And then I started to ride him.
His eyes rolled back in his head.
I sped up, succumbing to the glorious friction, his fingers working my clit over, driving me mad, taking me higher and higher to a place I’d never reached before on my own. He knew just how to play my body, what I needed, and what I’d been missing for so long.
Feeling his shoulders tense up, I looked out at him through pleasure-glazed eyes, surprised to see his jaw locked with tension. He was resisting, it seemed. “Don’t hold back,” I told him.
“Ashley,” he spoke in warning.
“I want all of you,” I insisted. “Please, Finn.”
“Fucking begging,” he gritted out. “You’ve got no idea what that does to a man. Jesus.”
“Show me.”
His eyes flashed with an unadulterated wildness. And something else. A darkness, similar to what I’d seen from him earlier during the awful battle against our enemy. Before I could figure out what it meant, or dwell on it, he pulled out, making me gasp.
He flipped us, my back pushing into the mattress as he loomed over me, caging me in. Excitement bubbled up inside me at the carnal look in his eyes. He was like an animal about to feast on his imprisoned prey. I’d never felt so desirable, so sexually liberated. I felt powerful and conquered at the same time and it was one hell of a heady combination.
I spread my legs for him eagerly, barely able to contain my urgent need to have him, to experience the unknown with him.
He leaned down and kissed me. Breathing me in, he growled ominously, “Foreplay over.”
In the next breath, he thrust back inside me, driving right to the hilt, making me choke from the shock of it. His fingers dug into my hips as he began fucking me hard and fast, the power behind his moves, driving me up the bed.
Screams tore from my throat as he jackhammered into me like a wild, unhinged force, making me feel every inch of his dick, it plunging deep and hitting my G-Spot over and over, rubbing against my walls frantically.
The sensations completely devastated me, ruling my body, and driving me right to the edge. I bucked and writhed, screamed and begged for more and more. I just couldn’t get enough. I reached out and pulled him to me, my hands trembling with so much stimulation. I couldn’t keep still.
I scraped my nails down his back. He snarled and fisted his hand in my hair, holding me at his mercy as his heated gaze burned into mine. “Vixen,” he growled. His fingers slid between my legs again and he rolled my clit between his fingers.
And that was it.
My orgasm slammed into me, ecstasy taking me over.
I thrashed and shrieked like a banshee, all sense of control shattering as it took me over.
Finn stilled, then cursed, finding release alongside me.
“Jesus Christ,” he choked out, slumping down beside me on his back. He reached for me, the contact jarring me back to reality. “Are you okay?” he asked.
I lifted my head to look at him. A big smile spread over my face as I told him, “Amazing.”
He grinned and tightened his hold around me and I moved into him, cuddling up close and resting my head on his chest.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For what?”
“Taking care of me.”
“I’d never do anything less.”
I smiled and sank into him.
Perfect.
It was perfect.
He was perfect.
I never wanted this moment to end.
Everything else seemed a world away right now.
I only wished it could stay that way.
13
~Ashley~
IT WAS BREATHTAKING.
The view from the second floor wraparound balcony was absolutely stunning. Snow-capped mountains extended for miles in the distance. The sun was rising from the cover of the rich, green forest below. I could make out a little brook babbling beneath an old wooden b
ridge.
I’d spent a long time in cities since leaving home. Sure, it’d had its perks. For one thing, there were places actually open late into the night. There was a lot to do and see, real culture, people from all different walks of life. There were more opportunities than that of small-town life. It had been a fun, eye-opening experience. But it had been a shock when I’d first moved there. And it also had its downsides. The lack of picturesque views, of nature, in general. It wasn’t a friendly place to be, unlike my hometown of Ridgefield, where everybody knew you and cared about what you were up to and your wellbeing. It was extremely fast-paced in the city. Things didn’t seem to ever stop and settle down. Life moved so quickly there that it was hard to keep up. And it was never quiet.
Looking out at the view from the second-floor balcony of Finn’s safehouse had me realizing just how much I’d missed everything that Ridgefield had to offer. I’d tried so hard to push it to the back of my mind, to avoid acknowledging it in any way. But now, staring me in the face, I could no longer deny how homesick I’d been.
It was a bitter pill to swallow, because I’d fought so hard to break from the ties of my father and his club, to go out on my own.
But it hadn’t been the town that I’d wanted to move away from.
It had been the controlling, overbearing influence Iron Kings had exerted over my life.
I’d left for the wrong reasons. Just to escape. To anywhere.
But city life hadn’t actually suited me.
The only thing I’d really liked about it had been my job.
And now, after what had happened during Finn’s rescue of me, that was no longer viable.
The creak of footsteps behind me pulled me from my depressing thoughts, the hopelessness of my situation falling away, as I felt his nearness.
“Finn,” I breathed.
His strong arms slid around my waist, resting low on the waistband of my shorts. Holding me close, my back to his chest, he leaned in and trailed his tongue along the side of my neck, making me purr. “I wanted to wake up to your sexy, naked body draped all over me.”
I turned into him and he loosened his hold a little to take me in. I reached out and stroked his cheek and he closed his eyes, looking blissed-out at my tender touch.
He opened them when I started to speak, “I’m sorry, Finn. I had some trouble sleeping.”
I’d hoped he would just take it at face-value and assume that it was due to the overarching threat at my back. But his perceptiveness ruled that possibility out and I saw him frown for a moment, before realization flashed in his eyes. “You saw, didn’t you?”
“Uh… what?” I said, pulling away.
“You saw what I did to Knox’s men. I told you to look away and you didn’t.” He scrubbed his hand over his face. “Fuck, Ashley.” He turned and slammed his fist into the bedroom wall. “Fuck!” he roared.
Crap. He was furious with me. “I couldn’t!” I yelled back, my defenses kicking in. “They were hurting you! I had to know you were going to be okay! I was ready to back you up, but Knox got to the truck before I could get out.”
He spun around. “Back me up?” he fumed, stomping over to me. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”
I slapped my hands to my hips. “I would’ve done it, if Knox hadn’t blocked me.”
“I protect you. Not the other way around.”
“I’m not just some damsel in distress, Finn! Do you get how sexist that is?”
“Sexist?” he snapped. “You really are pulling at nothing here, aren’t you? Because you know that’s not what I’m about.” He blew out a breath, fighting to calm himself. And then he took my hands and said in a softer tone, “What it is about is know-how and experience, little warrior. I’m skilled at dealing with these situations. I’m very good at it. You, while possessing potential, are raw and inexperienced. It’s nothing to do with gender.”
“I know,” I admitted. “I just… I needed to defend myself. You were—are—so mad at me.”
He frowned. “I’m not mad at you.”
“You’re not? It sounded like—”
He gave my hands a squeeze of urgency. “I’m pissed at myself. What I did is causing you to lose sleep. I’ve infected you with my darkness. It’s the last thing I ever wanted.”
“Finn, I’m the daughter of Scott “Spartan” Tate. I’m no stranger to witnessing brutality. It kind of goes hand-in-hand with the whole biker princess thing.”
“Murder is a whole different breed What I did… what you saw me do—”
“Was necessary,” I cut in, hating that it was hurting him so much. “You’ve saved me from being attacked and killed twice now. You heard Knox’s threats to me. You were the only thing standing in the way of me suffering that twisted fate. I don’t blame you for anything, Finn. I thank you. You hurt for me. You busted your ass to protect me and I’ll never forget it.”
He shook his head. “Ashley.”
I held his face in both my hands, making him hear me, as I continued, “I know you’re not the kind of man who relishes violence and death. Maybe once, from what you’ve told me, from what I’ve heard about you. But it’s clear that’s all in the past. Yet, you broke your code for me. You delved back into a dark place, all to protect me.”
He cursed and pulled away. “You don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“Nothing,” he muttered, moving to pull away.
I grabbed his hand before he could. “Don’t do that.”
He eyed me in question.
“Don’t shut me out,” I told him. “Not after what we shared last night.”
“That was different,” he said, turning away and striding out of the room.
His words were like ice-cold water coursing through my veins and stabbing at my heart. I’d thought last night had been more than just something physical. I’d thought it’d meant… everything. It had to me. Had I made a mistake? Had I missed some signs or messages he’d been sending me? Had it just been a one-off thing to him? Was that all I’d been, a one-and-done? A sickly feeling settled in my gut. Was I just like the club whores that hung around my dad’s club? Just an easy, quick fuck to take the edge off of everything going on right now?
As much as the idea of that possibly being the case disgusted me, I had to know either way.
So, I followed out after Finn, hurrying down the stairs, and cornering him in the living room where I found him taking a swig from a bottle of whiskey.
My intention to talk things out calmly, flew right out the window when he looked out at me and all I saw was agitation in his eyes. “So, I’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to share things with?”
He physically jolted at my accusation. “That’s not it.”
“Really? It sounds a hell of a lot like it to me. I let you in last night, Finn. You’re the only one I’ve ever let get that close to me.”
Intensity flared in his gaze. “Same.”
I stilled, caught off guard in a major way. What the hell? “I don’t understand.”
He sighed heavily and put down his bottle. Looking me right in the eye, he said, “You begged me not to hold back with you last night, to let go with you.”
“And you did.”
“Partly.”
“What? Why? I thought—”
“I know what you thought, but I had no choice.”
“Well, that’s a load of bull.”
“Ashley!” he snapped. “I don’t open up! Not to anyone, not for anything! Not even a little fucking bit! But I did for you. I risked it.”
“So you could get your dick wet.”
“Because I couldn’t stand the idea of losing you.”
Oh.
Some of the fight went out of me. I didn’t have an immediate comeback.
It gave him the leeway to carry on. “I broke my rules. For you. I let my feelings for you transcend the stakes of everything surrounding us. You’re my closest friend’s daughter. You’re technically my client. No
t to mention, my personal rule of never getting involved with anyone. I’m a ghost. I can’t live a normal life. I can’t step out into the world. I’m dangerous, the world I inhabit is dangerous. Living by a strict set of rules is what has kept me alive, kept me sane, and kept the twisted part of me at bay. So, yeah, opening up at all and loosening my iron-fisted grip on my control is a major risk for me and for anyone in my orbit.”
“Finn, I hear you, but I got to know you well when you were recuperating at the clubhouse months ago and we’ve grown closer over these last few weeks. There’s no doubt in my mind when it comes to you. You are a good man, Finn Jones. A decent, kind, loving, and chivalrous man.”
He started shaking his head, as though willing my words away, as though he couldn’t bear to have them out there. “Ashley,” he sighed sadly. “No.”
I bolted forward and grasped his hands. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Maybe you should be.”
“Well, that’s not exactly a comforting thing for my bodyguard to be telling me.”
“I meant, if I open up any further. Right now, I’m in full control. Last night was a slip. It can’t happen like that again. If we’re going to do this thing, I need time to do it safely, gradually. And I need your patience.”
“You really think you could just suddenly snap and lose it?”
“I have.”
I actually knew a lot more about what he was referencing than he realized. When he’d lost his mind and committed a slew of atrocities. But that had been years ago. I’d thought it had been long behind him. Clearly, he didn’t feel the same way. It was possible that his reasoning and his belief in the worst about himself, about the possibility of that darkness unleashing again was misguided. But it was how he felt, regardless. I had to respect that.
“Why do you think I lived cut off from the world for so long?” he went on.
“Because you’re a wanted man and you have dangerous enemies.”
“That was my excuse. The truth was, I needed to. I had to cut myself off to regain control. And now, being pulled back into all of this is jeopardizing that.”
“It’s too much all at once,” I realized. “Stepping back into the world. The violence and murder. Getting close to me.”