Page 42

“I told you he’d warm up to you,” Finn says.
“Yeah, well, I guess I have that effect on people.”
He takes me through the entryway where their office is held. Pulling open another door, he finds and pulls out a ladder, his shoulders bunching under his stretched tight t-shirt. He catches me staring, and I immediately look away.
“Same to you,” Finn says, taking his time perusing my work outfit. He stares at the slip of skin showing around my midsection and then the way the skintight workout capris hug my curves. I decided the best way to sell the gear was to actually use it. I’ve even talked a few of the guys into buying the ladies’ clothes we stock for their girlfriends. Finn leans the ladder against the wall, peeks over his shoulder at the door, and then moves close to me. “Can I touch you?” he breathes. Our proximity makes the muscle in my stomach tug in anticipation. I nod, and in the next instant, he has me pressed against the wall, his hand sliding over my backside. “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages.” He groans, taking a big handful of my ass for himself, squeezing and kneading.
“Does this mean I’ve been doing a good job?” I tease, biting on my lip as he works me into a frenzy.
He dips his head, his breath feathering over my exposed neck. The cute, light purple halter crop top I’m wearing exposes the bare skin of my shoulder and neck. Not to mention a sliver of cleavage and stomach. I doubt I could actually work out hard core in this number. It’s more like a yoga outfit, but I’m silently thanking the barely—there outfit so I can feel him on me again. “It means you’ve been driving me crazy.” His hot breath teases my skin, fanning the flames burning like embers between my legs.
He leans his head against the wall, his hands rounding down my ass to my thighs, then back up again. I shiver at his touch, my chest rising and falling. The friction between us is so delicious I know I’m nipping, and there’s absolutely nothing in this shirt that will hide it. The shelf bra is flimsy as all hell, but I’m here for it. His hands capture my hips again, fingers pressing into my side until he meets bone.
He groans, then knocks his head against the wall a few times in a move that portrays his frustration. Pulling away, he sears his gaze right into mine. “I’m struggling, Leenie.”
The pure desperation in his voice has me reaching out, placing my hands on his hips, mirroring his hold.
“It’s so hard for me not to do everything I want to you. I’m not just saying sex either. I like cuddles. I like hugs. I’m an affectionate person, but I’m reining in my baser instincts so we don’t get in trouble.” He moves his hands up to my ribcage, his thumbs passing over my skin.
I drag him forward, his erection clear as he settles against me. We both moan. “I see the positives of these clothes now.”
He chuckles into my ear, his lips trailing down my neck. They’re not even full-on kisses, just enough to drive me crazy.
I rock into him, and he meets me with his own pelvic thrust that sends my nerve endings sparking. I suck in a breath, holding it for fear even breathing will ruin the moment. I’ve been lying in Finn’s bed, touching myself to daydream scenarios that encompass this very thing. I’m so close to combusting, I can’t stand it. In that moment, I have to know if he’s done the same. I stroke my fingers up his neck, making him pull away to look me in the eye. “Have you touched yourself thinking about me?” I breathe, hoping his answer is yes. I press my palms against his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly under my touch. “I’ve thought about you. I thought about the orgasm you gave me. I’ve screamed your name into your pillow.”
He drops his forehead to my chest, pressing small kisses right through my shirt and moving lower. “My hand is definitely getting a workout,” he admits. Reaching up, he cups my breasts together and lets his lips linger over the curve of my cleavage.
I thrust my tits forward, and he moans, kissing me even more hungrily. Tracing his tongue up and down the slit in the shirt, getting dangerously close to slipping the tip under the fabric and moving right where I want him over my nipple. “Finn, fuck,” I say so eloquently as I rake my fingers up his back.
He presses his erection into me again, breathing heavily before suddenly stopping. Moving his chin to my shoulder, he pulls me into a hug and wraps his hand around the back of my head. “Not here,” he whispers.
“Of course. Right.” I close my eyes to get my bearings and think of something that doesn’t have to do with Finn’s cock inside me because right now, I’m certainly ready. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he all but growls. Squeezing me one more time, he backs away, putting at least six inches between us.
I rake my gaze down his body, spending an extraordinary amount of time staring at his hard cock through his joggers. I run my hands through my hair. “I’ll go out first. You need...a minute.”
“Or ten,” he murmurs.
I give him a small smile and then grab the ladder. He helps me maneuver it out the door, but that’s as far as he can go until he calms down. My face is flushed but I can pretend it’s because I’m carrying the bulky ladder around. Unlike Finn, I don’t have a physical representation of how fucking horny I am. No one on the outside can tell how wet my panties are right now. Thank goodness.
I avoid looking at Jax, but my stare betrays me and wanders that way. He’s staring right back at me, then surreptitiously glances down at his watch.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I ignore him, hoping if I don’t continue eye contact that my face won’t betray everything Finn and I just did. Instead, I set the ladder up next to the vinyl sign I was working on. It’s only now hanging on by one little section. Climbing to the top of the ladder does actually help. It’s much easier to get the vinyl to stick from this angle. I spend the next hour rubbing the material against the painted wall before climbing back down. At the very least, it was a good distraction to keep my mind off Finn.
Standing back, I admire my work. Big, black letters in fancy writing say Shop with a huge arrow pointing toward the perpendicular wall and the counter. Now, everyone will know what’s here.
“Looks nice,” a hard voice says from behind me.
The hairs on my neck stand, and I spin to come face-to-face with my brother’s second in command. I clench my hand to my chest. “You scared me.”
“Sorry,” Dempsey grins unapologetically.
Over his left shoulder, Jax is frowning hard core. I’ve pretty much caught on to the fact that his issue isn’t really with me. It’s with gang life in general. I just happened to be tied to it, and of course, my brother has to go and threaten the things he’s worked so hard for. A vein pops out of his neck, and I’m already trying to figure out how quickly I can get Dempsey out of here before Jax freaks the hell out.
“What’s up?” I question. I haven’t seen him since that first night, and even then, he didn’t come to me. A horrific thought suddenly hits, and I scramble for my phone. “Is it Cole? Shit.”