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FINN

S iobhan isn't home when I arrive with flowers so I wait by her door, hoping to make up for being so asinine the other day. Bringing up the case when she was drunk after having been shot at, made me feel subhuman in ways other things in my life that I do regularly never have. I've used my pocket knife to gut a man but never felt so cold.

She walks toward her door from the elevators with her key in hand, staring at me. It's a cold expression. I can't read her. She's had a hard day in court again. I know because I heard the testimony too. Her eyes tell the whole story I already know. Her star witness recanted and now she's going on nothing.

"Finn," she says coolly, and I step in between her and the door with the flowers extended.

"I'm sorry," I tell her, acutely aware that at some point this thing between us has gone from both of us working each other to gain an edge to our having some sort of spark. I can't imagine Ronan being happy with my dating the prosecutor, but I won’t deny having feelings for her.

Siobhan stares at me as she takes the flowers and I step aside to let her open the door. When she doesn't shut it in my face, I know she's inviting me in. I follow her, shutting the door behind myself, and watch as she sets everything down on the table and turns to me.

"What do you want?" Her arms cross under her tits and push them upward, and I don't waste a single second before showing her what I want.

My hands are on her face, cupping her cheeks as my mouth closes in on hers, taking her by surprise. She grunts and struggles for a second, pushing me away, but she eventually relaxes into the kiss and lets me pull her into my arms.

"I mean it. I am a total asshole. I shouldn't have pressed you for shit with the case. I'm sorry. I want to start over, Sib." Using her shortened name softens her. I feel her relax in my arms and she pouts.

"Finn, I don't think this is a good idea. Someone is going to find out. I could lose everything." Her head is shaking, but I'm ignoring that.

"Then I'll take care of you. Don't push me away, Sib. I want you, more than I want anything else. Even if you throw Mick in the fecking slammer, I want you." The epiphany came the day I learned she'd been shot at, and I squandered my chance to tell her that day. Today, I’m not going to waste my chance.

"You're a criminal, a manipulator, Finn. I can't?—"

"Stop it," I chide gently. "You know I'm more than that. If I were just a criminal out to push you to do my bidding, why would I show up after you were shot to comfort you?"

"Did you, though? Or did you come for information?"

Her words sting because she's partly right, but I did come for her. I hated that she'd been through that. I hate the men who did that to her. And I will hunt them down and find out who it was.

"I can't lie. I want Mick free, but I know we'll be able to do that together." I reach up and brush some hair off her face with my pinky and she turns away. "You want the truth, right?"

Siobhan's eyes snap back to mine. "Of course. I'm not working with any agenda except to find the truth."

"Then trust me when I say I'm falling head over heels for you, and I am here for you." I have no clue how I’m going to reconcile this with my chief, but the only thing I can think about right now is making sure this woman understands I've had a change of heart.

My lips close on hers as we back toward the living room. Her body doesn't resist me as I begin undoing her shirt and slide it, along with her jacket, down her arms.

"What are you doing?" she asks, but there's no real fight in her voice.

"I'm taking us both to paradise," I groan against her heated skin as my lips trace a path along her collarbone. Her hands find their way into my hair, her fingernails digging in as I work my way lower.

I groan into her skin. "You taste so damn good," I mumble against her breast before I tease her nipple with my tongue, roughly suckling it into my mouth. Her chest rises and falls in pants as she mewls in pleasure. Her scent, arousal and sweet vanilla, clouds my senses, and all I can think about is how much I want her beneath me, above me, around me.

"Tell me no," I breathe against her ear, my manhood throbbing against her core. "Tell me to stop and mean it, Siobhan.” My hands jerk at her slacks, tearing them off her as she gasps.

“Finn, what are you doing?” She snickers and giggles, but I’m serious. I need a fix now.

“Tell me no, now.” My dick is out before she can blink. I stroke it as I back her against the back of the sofa. Her pupils dilate when she glances down at my cock.

“Do you want me to stop?” I growl into her ear, nipping her lobe.

Her breath hitches in a gasp before she whispers, "Yes… stop,” as I’ve instructed. I grin against her skin before sliding her thong panties to the side and roughly shoving a finger into her core. She’s sopping for me, whimpering as I thrust my digits into her body.

"Wait, Finn," she breathes out, but all I can do is groan in response as I enter her wet heat inch by delicious inch. Our eyes lock, and I know this is real. This desired-filled lust has been there all along. “I said wait,” she whimpers again.

“God, I love it when you resist me,” I tell her, stroking myself harder. “You want me to fuck you?” She is exquisite, the way her hot walls milk me.

“No, please, don’t fuck me,” she pleads, but her tone gives her away. Such a bad little girl she is, resisting me. I force her hard against the sofa, and she grunts as our lips crash into one other. Her pussy is pulsing around my finger and I can’t wait to be inside her.

“Finn, I mean it… stop,” she says with a whine that sounds an awful lot like a moan. She doesn't mean it. She wants me, and I want her.

“Oh, really?” I grin against her skin as I withdraw my pinky from her. “You sure? Because you feel like you want me just as much as I want you.” Her cheeks flush and she can’t look at me. Her embarrassment is adorable and intoxicating. “Siobhan?”

Her eyes dart from mine to the floor and back again, the deviousness in them making my cock twitch even more if that's possible. I spin her around, bending her over the couch and guiding my dick to her entrance in one fluid movement. She whimpers but doesn’t protest, and I slide in inch by glorious inch.

“Oh, shit… Oh, fuck,” she grunts, clawing at the couch, but I force her head down again and begin thrusting.

It’s good, too good. I’m going to lose it so quickly as I watch her ass pucker with every pulse of her pussy on my cock.

“Fuck, Siobhan, you're so tight,” I groan. “You feel so good around me.”

“Finn,” she moans into the couch. “Oh, God… I’m gonna come.”

I reach around her to pluck at her clit, rubbing in rhythm with my thrusts until she's screaming my name as she orgasms around me. Her body is slick with sweat, her back arched and her head bowed as she grasps the couch cushions with white-knuckled fists. My hand moves in a blur as I rub her clit in time with my thrusts, watching the pleasure contort her face and her body's convulsions.

Her moans and cries of pleasure fill the room, mixed with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our ragged breathing. The wet squelching of our bodies joining echoes in my ears.

As she begins to come down from her orgasm, sated and limp, I continue to pound into her, relentless in my pursuit of my own release. Her tightness around me, her sweat-slicked skin against mine—it all combines into a perfect storm of sensation, a tempest that makes my control snap, and I groan her name as I climax deep inside her, emptying myself into her body.

We stay like that for a moment, panting and sweaty, our bodies still joined. Finally, I slide out of her and help her to stand, turning her around to face me. Her hair is a complete mess, her face flushed and eyes glazed over with satisfaction.

“Fuck… that was…” I trail off, unable to find the words to describe it. In all my years of conquests and one-night stands, nothing compares to this moment with Siobhan.

“Finn,” she breathes again, and I hear the hesitancy in her words.

I press a single finger to her lips and look her in the eye as with my other hand I tuck my dick away and zip up. "Shh, don't say it. We're good together, and you know it. There's something here, Sib."

Her eyes blink rapidly, tongue flicking over her lower lip as her chest heaves for air. "Then stay," she whispers, words that tug the deepest heart strings I have, but I can't.

If I'm going to make this work, me and her, then I have to find a different way to get Mick out of this hot water. She was my trump card until I caught feelings and I can't let my job slip off. My sworn duty to help my family is something I won't neglect even for a woman. And since I can't force her hand without hurting her, I have to do it a different way.

I buckle my belt and press a kiss to her cheek. "Tomorrow… Tonight, I have something to do. Something important." Something I can't tell her about or she'll be forced to turn me in, and that would ruin everything.

"Fine," she grunts. I can tell she's frustrated, but I have to go. I did what I came here to do and now I have to move on to the next thing. "But you owe me a night of conversation and cuddling. Sex is great, but have you ever connected emotionally?" She smirks at me, and I chuckle.

"I promise. It's a deal." Backing away, I steal one more kiss before letting myself out. I'm not sure if she's going to end up getting cold feet anyway, but I know how to convince her that we are good for each other if she does.

Outside, I turn toward my car as my eyes sweep the street, and I notice something I shouldn't be seeing. Halfway down the block on the right hand side sits a car I recognize all too well. It belongs to Shaman Doyle, one of the two men I know were involved in that attack at the restaurant the night Siobhan and I had dinner, and I'm not going to let them sit here and stake out her house. I walk right up and tap on the window.

It comes down slowly, allowing a puff of smoke from the interior to roll out toward me. I stoop to peer into the vehicle to see another man in the passenger seat whom I don't recognize.

"What're you boys up to today?" I ask, knowing full well they've camped on Siobhan's apartment because they have some stake in this trial. If they think they're going to get one past me, they've got another thing coming.

"Mind yer business, O'Rourke. Stay in your own lane." The window starts to go up and I reach for my weapon, resting it on the edge of the glass to prevent it from shutting.

"I'd say this is my business as much as it is yours." My threat doesn't go unnoticed. The door slowly opens and the man climbs out. He's taller than me, broader in the chest, and his glare is directed only at me.

My weapon in hand, I look up at him, unintimidated by his looming form, and he takes a swing, but I dodge it. I'm not going to just gun him down. That would start a war, but I don't shy away from using my weapon to crack his skull. Unfortunately, I don't see the other one coming up behind me. He knees me in the back of the legs then brings his elbow down on top of my head when I start to crumple.

The beating is hard and fast, a few blows to the face, one to the gut, and the two of them have me overpowered. The bigger one, Shaman, grabs me by the hair and holds my face up while he punches me in the nose repeatedly, and the second man kicks me in the back and thighs over and over.

My salvation comes when one of the two shouts, "Cops!" and both of them climb in the car. My gun skitters across the pavement, dropped by whichever one of them took it from my hand in the fray. I crumple to the street holding my gut and roll to the side after their car is gone. From where I lie, I watch the same cruiser pull up here that I saw the other day. The lanky cop climbs out of his car, oblivious to my presence, and struts into the building. I know he's here to see her, and I can't go up and eavesdrop.

Time is running out. I have to get to the courthouse and do my job or I can kiss a relationship with Siobhan goodbye. Ronan will see to that. I also need to figure out how to connect the Doyles to this whole thing. Maybe Sarah Duncan will be of some help with that.