Page 33 of Dublin Charmer (Emerald Isle Mafia #5)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Finn

I stride into my room, the warmth of holding my new niece still lingering in my arms. The scene downstairs was pure chaos—diapers, spit-up cloths, and more family love and hope and excitement than we’ve had in one place in years. That baby girl is the start of something incredible. We all feel it.

Nyx is at my desk, her gaze locked on her laptop, her electric blue hair falling like a curtain around her face. She doesn’t look up as I enter, but I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers pause over the keys.

Something’s off.

“Hey, beautiful.” I move to stand behind her and place my hands on her shoulders, feeling the knots of tension there. “What’s the craic?”

She sighs, leaning back into my touch for a moment before straightening. “You know, just working to take down a homicidal psycho. How is Uncle Finn doing?”

I arch a brow. “Uncle Finn is amazing. He’s also wondering why his girl is fronting and blowing off something that is obviously upsetting her.”

She closes her eyes and breathes a deep breath. “It’s just... Gio said something earlier. It’s unsettling, but it’s also nothing I want to get into. He’s still healing, and it might very well blow over in a few days. Let’s not make it a big deal.”

I can tell it is a big deal, but I don’t push. Instead, I knead the muscles in her shoulders to work out the kinks. “You know, I’ve got a magic touch. All the Quinn brothers do. It comes from years of beating the crap out of each other and having to patch ourselves up.”

She laughs softly, some of the tension leaving her body. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.” I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “But I’ve got other tricks up my sleeve too.”

She shivers beneath my touch.

I smile, trailing my fingers down her arms, raising goosebumps on her skin. I spin her chair around so she’s facing me, then I kneel in front of her, my hands resting on her thighs.

“Finn...” she starts, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Shh,” I murmur, my thumbs drawing circles on her inner thighs. “Just let me make you feel good, Nyx.”

She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine. Whatever she sees there makes her nod, her legs parting slightly to give me better access. I smile, my heart pounding in my chest as I lean in to kiss her.

Her lips are soft and sweet, and she tastes like the peppermint tea she was drinking earlier. I deepen the kiss, my tongue teasing hers, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. She moans softly and sinks her fingers into my hair.

It’s incredible to know she’s as affected by me as I am by her. It makes me feel powerful. Fortunate. I nip her lip and trail my kiss down her jaw to her neck, licking and sucking the sensitive skin in my wake.

She gasps, her head falling back to give me better access. “Finn,” she breathes, her voice shaky. “Wait… I want to give you something.”

I chuckle against her flesh. “That’s my line, baby. I want to give you something. Something you’re really going to like. It’s big and hard and only for you.”

She laughs and leans back in her chair. “Pause that thought. I need to show you something first.”

She swivels the desk chair back to face her laptop, and I shift my attention to the screen. She pulls up a file, and I can see it’s filled with names, properties, bank accounts, shipping routes, product suppliers—all related to Gravely’s operations.

“What is that?” I ask, my eyes scanning the data.

“It’s everything,” she says, looking up at me. “Everything I have on Gravely, plus a full dossier on the workings of the McGuire territory. I promised I’d help you if you saved Gio. You held up your end of the deal, so this is me holding up mine.”

I’m stunned. This is more than just helpful. This is game-changing.

With this information, we can take down Gravely and secure our hold on all of Dublin. I can’t believe she’s giving this to me—to us.

“Nyx, baby… This is... thank you. My mind is blown.”

She smiles, but it’s a sad smile. “It’s the least I can do. After everything you’ve done for me and Gio.”

I pull her up out of the chair, wrapping my arms around her. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She laughs softly, her arms wrapping around my waist. “It’s not totally selfless. I want to burn Gravely’s world to the ground.”

“I know, but it’s more than that. You’re a badass keyboard warrior and while my brothers might not understand just how talented you are, I do.”

Her gaze softens, and she reaches up to cup my cheek. “You say that like you weren’t right there challenging me for every keystroke.”

I suppose that’s true. “And while I love my family, I never felt like they saw me. Who I was down to my core. You’re the only person who has ever looked at me like you get me… not as a Quinn brother, but as Finn. Just Finn.”

Staring into my eyes, I see her emotions warring within, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I see you, Finn. I’ve always seen you.”

I lean in to kiss her again. This time, it’s slow and sweet, a promise of more to come. I scoop her up into my arms, carrying her to the bed. I lay her down gently, my body covering hers. Everything else fades away because she’s mine, and I’m hers. And that’s all that matters.

Nyx

I’m lying beneath Finn, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling as he trails kisses down my neck. His touch is tender, reverent, as if I’m something precious to be cherished. I feel his intention in every caress, every soft press of his lips against my skin.

His hands explore my body, tracing the curves and valleys, the planes and softness. I shiver as his fingertips brush the fabric of my shirt, trailing down the side of my breast. His thumb circles the peak of my nipple, drawing out a gasp from deep within me.

He smiles against my skin, his breath warm and damp, sending shivers down my spine.

I breathe deeply and the unique scent that is Finn makes my mouth water and my head spin. It’s a mix of clean sweat, the faint hint of his expensive cologne, and something else, something that is purely him.

It’s intoxicating, and I breathe him in, filling my senses, my mind, my soul.

His mouth claims mine, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips. I open for him and our tongues dance. He tastes like champagne and strawberries.

Right, they were celebrating downstairs.

I can’t get enough. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, all of him. He obliges, his body pressing against mine, his hard cock evident against my thigh. “We have entirely too much clothing on.”

“Entirely,” he says.

The next few moments pass in a scramble of limbs as we strip each other and toss everything out of our way. We roll and grapple and giggle as fabric flies, until we’re naked and fall back onto the mattress once again.

“Yer so damned fuckable.” His mouth descends and I arch into his touch, a low moan building in the back of my throat. “If we weren’t hunting a monster and trying to save lives, I would keep ye here, my cock tucked inside ye, one place or another, and have ye screaming my name.”

I chuckle. “One place or another? Any old orifice will do, will it?”

“Name one that wouldn’t feel good.” His emerald eyes meet mine with a smoldering intensity that makes my core clench in anticipation. Without breaking our eye contact, he slips a hand between my legs.

I shift, opening for him, inviting him in.

I gasp as he parts me, his fingers finding all the right spots to stoke the flames licking at my flesh. Pressing closer, his eyes grow heavy-lidded and hungry as he swipes his thumb against my clit.

Finn is a master at rubbing my most sensitive bits.

Relentless. Maddening. But an absolute master.

Feminine groans and mewling sounds tear from my throat and fall from my lips. If I weren’t so close to toppling over that sweet edge, I might be embarrassed by how easily he turns me into a wet, trembling mess.

My knees fall open and I gasp as a rush of wet heat meets his fingers.

He trails a teasing touch, winding me up more and more. The inner walls of my pussy pulse and my breath quickens, my release building deliciously within.

“Look how beautiful yer wee pussy is, so pink and wet for me.”

I love how thick Finn’s accent gets when he’s aroused. It’s so freaking sexy.

“Och, I can’t take it. Yer too tempting.” His touch disappears, but in a quick shift, he’s reached to the nightstand to grab a condom and is back to hover over me.

“Here, let me.” I take the foil package from his fingers and tear it open, pulling out the thin rubber ring inside. Biting my bottom lip, I roll the condom over his beautiful cock, and give his sac a gentle squeeze. “Good to go, Charmer.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

As he presses inside me, I wrap my legs around his thighs and let out a breathy moan. This man has the perfect cock. Thick enough to stretch me and enough length to rub my pussy in all the right places.

“How’s that?” he asks, pumping inside me in a slow and steady slide and glide.

I meet his gaze and smile. “No complaints here.”

Finn’s eyes are so expressive, there are times I’d swear I could lose myself simply by watching his emotions play out behind those emerald gems. He’s watching me and I know he knows there is something wrong.

But how can I tell him I might have to leave?

How can I even consider leaving when he’s so good to me?

“What do ye need, beautiful? Tell me.” His voice is rough, his hips still moving, still teasing.

“Just you.” I grip his hips, my nails digging into his flesh. “Hard and fast and filling me until I shatter.”

He smiles, a slow, sexy smile that promises everything. And then he speeds up the pace, thrusting deep. “Like this, baby?”

Finn is a fantastic lover, consuming, soul-lifting.

My back arches, and I gasp, aching for more. His cock is thick and hard and fills me completely. It hits exactly the right spot in me and makes me a slave to his wicked ways. When he’s fucking me like this, I would do anything…say anything.

“Hard and fast, ye said, right?”

“Just. Like. That.” The slap of our bodies fills the room, joined by the steady thump of the headboard hitting the wall.

“Ye feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, his voice rough.

“So do you,” I gasp. “So good.”

His hips roll and thrust, and I feel every inch of him. I lock my ankles at the small of his back, rocking with his rhythm syncing, everything between us lighting me up.

His hands are everywhere, caressing, teasing, driving me wild.

I’m close, so close. And he knows it. Looking down at me, he waggles his brows and then he’s hammering into me like he’s possessed.

And I’m gone. I close my eyes, and my breath catches in my throat. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me and I come apart.

He follows me over the edge, his hips locking as he throws his head back and finds his own release. The sound that rips from his throat is primal and raw… the look on his handsome face a tortured pleasure.

When the ebbing pulses of my orgasm fade and he’s well and truly spent, he collapses on top of me. Our bodies are damp with sweat, our breathing coming in ragged gasps.

I close my eyes and feel his heart pounding against mine.

We lie there together, our bodies entwined, the high of our joining settling back down to reality. He rolls off me, tucking me against his side as his arm drapes across my chest and pulls me close.

He strokes my cheek, his fingers gentle, his touch tender.

“I love you, Emilia Farina. I think I fell in love with you from that first kiss on the dance floor. We’d been teasing one another for more than a week with our hacking, but when I saw you in that dress and you fell into my lap, I was a goner. ”

His words move me, touch me, fill me with a warmth that spreads from my chest, through my body, down to my toes. I love him, too. I’ve known it for a while now.

But how can I tell him that and then leave with Gio? As soon as Gravely is taken down, I have to choose, and it’s no choice at all.

Finn has a family to love him and a life to lead. Gio only has me.

So I say nothing, my heart aching, my mind racing, my body pressed against his. I close my eyes, savoring this moment, the feeling of being loved. Because I know it can’t last. I know I must leave.

But for now, for this moment, I’m here: in Finn’s arms, in Finn’s bed, in Finn’s heart. And that’s enough.

It has to be.