Finn

by Jessie Cooke

  “Hit me again, will you?”

  He hadn’t finished pouring the shot before the pale-faced, soft-bellied Irishman was at his elbow. “Sean? You need something?”

  Beck smiled at him again and said, “I think he wanted to say hello to me, or at least I hope so.” The bartender didn’t even try to hide his confusion as he looked back and forth between the two. He finished pouring her shot and shrugged before moving down to the other end of the bar. Sean was still smiling...like a crocodile.

  “Well, hello there, love. Aren’t you a pretty thing?”

  Beck was having an even harder time with the smile since he was so close, so she drew up an image in her head of pinching and twisting one of his saggy titties and bringing him to his knees. That worked. “Well, hey there, handsome.”

  “I’ve never seen you in here before,” he said, leaning in on his elbow. He smelled like greasy fast food...like it was oozing out of his pores.

  “I’m new in town,” she said, running her finger along the top of the shot glass and then bringing it to her lips to lick off the tequila. She watched with a smug sense of self-satisfaction as he almost choked.

  “Well,” he said, when he found his voice. “You’ve come to the right place if you’re looking for a tour guide.”

  She tried to look innocent as she said, “Your accent doesn’t sound local.”

  With a perverse laugh he said, “Well, you got me there. I’m new myself.”

  He walked around the bar and shoved himself in between the man at the stool next to her and Beck, touching her knees as he did and making her think about shoving one of them in his crotch. “Not anymore, I hope,” he said with a wink, gesturing at the bartender at the same time.

  Beck giggled. The sound of it was disgusting to her own ears. “Well, maybe not, but you’re going to at least have to buy me a drink...or a dance, if you want to claim to be here with me.”

  “I’ll buy you a whole bottle, love, and dance the night away...and the morning too, if you’ll let me.”

  “We’ll have to take that a step at a time,” she said, smiling as sweetly as she could manage. She held out her hand and said, “My name is Colleen, what’s yours?”

  “Colleen? You’re not kidding?” he asked in his thick Irish accent. “It’s like you were dropped right down in this pub just for me.” She laughed to herself. If he only knew.

  “I’m not kidding, and who am I talking to?” He took her hand and she swallowed the bile in her throat as he brought it to his lips. After the kiss she was sure he thought had thrilled her he looked back into her blue eyes and said, “It’s nice to meet you, my lovely Colleen. I’m Sean, from Dublin, Ireland.”

  “You’re a long way from home, Sean, from Dublin.”

  “Well now, I guess that depends on how you look at it. I have a home here in the States just up the street. It’s a lot quieter and cozier than this place. Perhaps we could talk there?”

  “Oh, well...I don’t usually make a habit of going to strange men’s houses alone at night.” He put his hand on her waist and had no idea how lucky he was not to have swollen balls.

  “That’s a good thing, love. But, I can assure you that you have nothing to fear from this man. As a matter of fact, just the opposite. If you come with me, I can promise you the time of your life.”

  “Maybe you should tell me a little something about yourself first, Sean. I mean, a girl just can’t be too careful. She has to know the man she’s with is not only a gentleman, but strong enough to protect her if it came to that.”

  He was leaning so far over her that she could smell his breath, and it wasn’t pretty. Before he could say a word, she felt a leg slide against hers as someone took the stool next to her. She almost went for the knife. Luckily Vic spoke quickly. “Buy you a drink, gorgeous?”

  “I’m busy,” she said.

  Vic looked at the little man and back at her. With a smile on his face he said, “Babysitting?”

  “Fuck you, bloke!” Sean’s face went red, he clenched his fists, and he actually started to move towards Vic. He was as brainless as he was unattractive. Beck stopped him with a hand on his arm and turned to Vic and said:

  “You really don’t want to see him angry. I’d beat it if I were you.” Vic rolled his eyes, but with a furtive glance at Sean, he got up and went back to where he’d been sitting in the corner. Beck could see the red receding from the little man’s face, slowly. “Thank you,” she said, sweetly.

  “I told you I could protect you,” he said, puffing out his chest. “Back home, blokes like that know better than to even talk to me.”

  “I’ll bet. So, you never told me what you were doing here?”

  He smiled and said, “I’ll tell you what. Let’s take us a pint over to one of the booths. I can clock out now. Maybe we can do a little trading.”

  “Trading?”

  He winked at her as he pulled a pitcher out from under the counter. “You know, a kiss from ‘a beautiful Colleen’ goes a long way.” Beck thought she was going to vomit. Jace would owe her big if she had to put her lips on this pig...and Snake, well, he was already on her last nerve. With a smile she wouldn’t have even thought she could possibly pull off she said:

  “Lead the way.”

  9

  Once they were settled in the booth, Beck saw Vic and Punk moving so that they would be facing her. She honestly didn’t think she could do this. If that man put those pink lips on her...she shuddered at the thought. “Are you cold, love?”

  She smiled and ran her tongue along her bottom lip. She was beginning to wonder if she’d missed her calling and should be on the big screen. “No, excited.”

  He giggled like a little girl as he poured them each a mug of the beer. “I like the sound of that.” Beck picked up her mug but before she got it to her lips he held his up and said, “To all the possibilities this night brings.” She tapped her mug against his and then chugged half of it without taking a breath. “Ooh, somebody’s thirsty.”

  “The tequila made me a little raw,” she told him. “So where were we? You were going to tell me what brought you to Arizona.”

  “And what do I get for that piece of information?” he asked.

  “I’ll tell you why I’m here,” she said.

  “Hmm...okay, but the bigger stuff will have to come with a kiss.”

  Fat chance, motherfucker. “Of course. So, you go first.”

  “I usually go to Ireland this time of year, to visit the kin. But this year, I decided to change it up a bit.”

  “Granted, I’ve never been to Ireland, but I’d have to chance a guess that Phoenix is a huge change...like night and day.”

  “That’s true. Now it’s your turn.”

  She giggled and this time took a sip of her beer. “You didn’t tell me why you picked this place over Ireland and visiting your family...”

  He shook his head. “I think you’re stalling,” he said with a smile. “But I’m sure it’ll be worth waiting for. I came here to make some money.” Beck raised an eyebrow and looked around the bar. “No, my sweet Colleen, some real money. I got offered a job, outside of my usual here in the bar. Now it really is your turn.”

  With another giggle she said, “I’m a model. I’m doing a spread for a magazine on resorts in the Midwest.”

  “Hot damn. A model...Jesus loves me for sure. Now how’s about that kiss?”

  “Huh-uh, not yet,” she said, coyly. “I get to ask another question.”

  “Shoot.”

  “What’s the job?” He frowned and she was suddenly afraid she was being too obvious so she said, “Humor me, it’s boring here. I’m dying for just a little adventure even if it’s vicarious.”

  “Kiss first,” he said. “I’ll make the answer worth it.”

  Beck was glad Jace waited outside. As it was, Vic and Punk wouldn’t let her live this down. She tried not to grimace as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his...way too soft and mushy ones. She wanted to gag, especially wh
en she felt his tongue trying to pry hers open. She kept them shut tightly and leaned back. “Oh, honey, you’ll have to wow me for anything more than lip.”

  “Let me take you somewhere private and I guarantee...” She shook a finger at him and he sighed. “I’m looking for a chancer.”

  “A chancer?”

  “Sorry, love, a langer...? Um...what you Americans would call a fool. He’s out here acting the maggot and some people in Dublin want him back home so he can answer for it.”

  “Oh! That sounds...dangerous.” It also sounds like he just might be describing Finn.

  “It could be,” he said, once again trying to stick out his chest. “Depends,” he said with a wink. “How about that tongue now?” Beck looked up at Vic and flared her nostrils. It was so quick that he was likely the only one that saw it. But she knew he saw it. They had been out enough times together on leave in the navy that it was a signal they’d come up with for the other one to cause a distraction. As the little porker across the table from her leaned in, she heard Vic say:

  “There you are, you son of a bitch!” He was loud and everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and turned their heads...except for Sean, of course. He was still leaning in when she pulled back and acted interested in what was going on. Punk went with it and immediately got to his feet, and he and Vic were now standing toe to toe.

  “I think we’re about to see a fight,” she said. Sean looked like he was still going to try and demand the kiss so she yelled, “Oh my God! I think he’s got a gun!” Bodies began to fly under tables and behind the bar...including her big, strong, “I’ll protect you” Irishman. He was under their table before she got to her feet and followed Vic and Punk out the back door.

  “Aw, baby, you were so close to getting some real information.” Jace hadn’t said a word when she slid on the back of his bike. They’d all just taken off and headed for their separate residences. Everyone had their orders. If Beck called it off, they were to follow them, and meet back up the following morning. Merlin had watch duty and had been waiting out back with Jace too. He went around front and let Finn and Bubba know to go home. Unless something came up overnight, they were done, for now.

  Beck was pacing the small living room of her and Jace’s little house. She was pissed...not at Jace, but at herself. She knew she’d blown it. The doughboy was about to tell her something useful, but the idea of his tongue in her mouth had just been too much for her to bear. She finally stopped and turned to face Jace. “I’m sorry, baby. I thought I could do it, but he was coming at me with that tongue and all I could think was that if he shoved it in my mouth, I was going to bite it off.”

  Jace was trying to keep a straight face, but not doing a very good job of it. Beck stepped closer so she could put her hands on his chest and she pressed her palms into it and looked up at him underneath her still made-up eyelashes. She said, “I could go over there right now, hold my knife to his throat, and make him tell us everything we want to know.” Jace could kill a man, any man, with his bare hands. Beck knew it was a sickness, but just knowing that those same hands brought her hours of pleasure routinely turned her on. The thing about Jace was, he wasn’t a violent person, unless he was pushed. He didn’t want to run his club by intimidation, even if his old lady was the one doing the intimidating. Jace expected violence to only be used as a last resort when it came to club business. But Beck could make a case for calling this their last resort. They were wasting a lot of time following this guy around and watching him, and not getting anywhere. Maybe it was time to try it her way.

  She felt Jace’s hard body move underneath her palms as he chuckled. “Let me think on it tonight. Punk’s covering him for now. At least you found out for sure that he is here looking for someone.”

  “I’m sure it’s Snake, aren’t you?”

  “Could be,” Jace said.

  “Don’t you think it would be way too big of a coincidence if this guy was in Phoenix, of all places, looking for someone else?”

  “Maybe,” he said. It had taken Beck a good while to get used to his one-word answers to her questions. She finally stopped getting so frustrated with him when she figured out that just meant he was thinking...mulling things over...and when he really had something to tell her, he would.

  “So, since I screwed up tonight, does that mean I don’t get my reward?” She slid her hand down his stomach and across the front of his jeans. He wasn’t hard...yet...but she felt his cock twitch when she touched it. She knew from experience that it would only take seconds and he’d be ready.

  “Hmm,” he said, acting like he was thinking it over. “Maybe you still get the reward, but you’ll just have to work a little harder for it.”

  She smiled and rubbed against him a little harder. “What did you have in mind?”

  Jace wrapped his arms around her and walked backwards until the backs of his legs were even with his recliner. He sat and pulled her down with him, but when she tried to sit on his lap, he nudged her gently toward the floor. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. Beck was already pushing his hands out of the way so she could pull the zipper down. Jace settled back into the recliner with his long legs out in front of him and Beck between them, and watched his old lady do her thing. His cock was about half hard when she pulled it out. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it up and down, licking the tip of it each time she brought her hand up to the top. It was literally seconds before he was as hard as a rock. As soon as he was, she rose up on her knees as tall as she could and then bent down over his waist, opened her lips, and let that throbbing erection slide in between them. She heard him groan and then felt his big hands in her hair, gathering it up. He liked to hold it away from her face so that he could watch her.

  Beck took him into her mouth slowly, running her tongue around and around the tip and the shaft as she did. Jace was breathing hard and whispering sexy things each time she took him deeper. When at last she had her mouth wrapped hard around his entire length, she began to suck. Jace used his hold on her hair to pull her head up and down and he moved his hips up off the chair and back down as well. They fell into a rhythm, and while Beck pleasured her old man with her tongue and lips and teeth, she slipped her hands up underneath his t-shirt and felt his warm skin. She massaged his lower back and then she moved her palms up further and scratched her way back down. She slid her hands around front and did the same to his chest, scratching so lightly that it wouldn’t leave marks, but hard enough to make it sting. The sound of Jace’s breathing and his moans told her that he liked it.

  She let her hands slide down over his thighs, still partially encased in his jeans. She tugged them down a little further, still taking his hard cock in and out of her mouth as she did. Once the jeans were down to his knees she used her nails to scratch at the flesh on his thighs and then slid her hands all the way to the tops of his thighs and let her thumbs fall down between his legs and massage his sac while she sucked him harder and faster. He was pulling at her hair so hard it felt like he was about to rip it out by the roots. Jace was struggling to hold back, she could tell. She had taken a test earlier, however, that she’d forgotten to mention to him. She was ovulating. Losing the baby had been devastating, but the doctor told her it was “just one of those things” and there was no reason for them not to try again. For some reason, she had a good feeling about tonight. When she felt Jace begin to swell against her cheeks and tongue, she used her hands to push against his thighs and she let his cock fall out of her mouth.

  “Oh, baby...fuck. I’m sorry...you’re just so good at that,” he said, in a raspy, breathless, sexy voice.

  “Don’t be sorry,” she said, standing up. “Take those jeans down.” She was unbuttoning her blouse as she talked. “I’m ovulating, otherwise I would have let you finish in my mouth.” The smile on Jace’s face was confirmation that he wasn’t disappointed. She stepped back slightly and let him stand up. By the time he took off his boots, jeans, and shorts, she had stripped f
rom the waist up. She still had the skirt, her panties, and the shoes on. The only other thing she planned on taking off were her panties and when she reached under her skirt to get them, she felt the knife. Her smile turned into a slight grimace as she pulled the tape loose and removed the hunting knife. Jace laughed and shook his head when she pulled it out, but he didn’t look a bit surprised.

  Beck put her little hand in the center of his big chest and pushed. He dropped back down into the chair and she tossed the knife away before lifting up the skirt and climbing up in his lap. She kissed him while she rubbed her wet pussy across his shaft. She let her tongue explore his mouth, slowly...erotically rubbing their lips together as she did. Jace was panting and looking at her wide-eyed when she pulled back. Smiling down at him, she reached between her legs to line him up with her opening and as she slid down, impaling herself on his thick cock, she said, “Tell me you’re glad I didn’t kiss that little Pillsbury doughboy.”

  Jace’s body shook with a silent laugh as he gasped out, “I’m glad, baby. I would have wanted to cut his tongue out of his mouth if it had touched you.”