Page 50 of The Valiant Knight (The Ravensmire Chronicles #2)

“More?” he asked, with one of her tight, pebbled nipples between his teeth.

“YES!” she said, willing to beg. The man’s mouth was lethal, and she couldn’t get enough.

Her ex was meh in bed.

Finn was amazing because he was the most giving lover she’d ever had.

Sliding lower, he craved making her cum again, as he found her throbbing clit.

Oh, that made him rock hard.

If he could do this for the rest of his life, he’d die a very happy, well-sexed man.

His mouth captured her clit again, and with so much lust, he teased it.

Finn worked her hard, and then switched it up, making sure that she couldn’t keep track of his rhythm.

She gasped.

Pleaded.

Begged.

Instead of giving her mercy, he used his mouth to show her how much he loved and wanted her.

She was his, and there wouldn’t be a day that went by that he wasn’t excited to wake up and feast on her.

He worked her so hard that her hands were buried in his hair in tight fists.

It only got him wilder.

And he showed her.

Finn was a man of restraint, but now, what he wanted was to fuck her.

His control was fraying, and he hoped he didn’t scare her when he went wild.

Because it was coming.

When she shattered apart, again, he slid up her body, and into her.

With that one smooth motion, he filled her with his weeping, rock-hard cock.

She moaned.

When Gabby opened her eyes, he needed to know.

“Please,” he said. “I need you.”

And she understood exactly what he was feeling because she was feeling it too.

“Fuck me.”

He moaned, and she felt him thicken with just those two words.

Someone was desperately hard.

He began moving, and as he did, she stared up into his eyes.

“Oh, fuck, Lass. Your body,” he whispered, his balls already so tight that he knew he wasn’t lasting long.

As he pumped his hips, picking up the pace, she opened for him.

“Oh, Jaysus,” he muttered as he worked hard to get her to cum with him, but he wasn’t sure he could. She’d cum quite a few times, and he only came once.

Truthfully, Finn was giving her all he had.

“Oh, Gabriella,” he whispered, perspiration on his brow. “Mo ghràdh, I’m about to cum,” he said. “I can’t hold on.”

She wanted to feel him explode in her.

And he did.

With another slam of his hips home, his balls betrayed him, and he felt that wet heat explode out of him, filling her.

God.

That felt damn good.

When he fell onto her, she rolled mounting him.

It took him a second to understand what was happening, and it appeared his sexy hacker wasn’t done.

Well, then she could bounce on his cock all she wanted.

His hands went to her hips, and it was when she put her hands on his chest, that he knew he just might not survive this.

Then, she said the words that would change his life forever.

“I want you in my ass.”

Holy fuck.

His eyes snapped open, and he was honest.

That was definitely the way to get a man’s attention. In fact, every man prayed a gorgeous woman would say that to them at a point in their life.

It was the ultimate way to fuck in bed.

“Lass, don’t tease a man. That’s something every man wants.”

And she wanted it too.

Gabby wanted everything with Finn, and this was something they could both enjoy together.

“I’m not kidding.”

Well, shit.

Sign.

Him.

Up.

When she climbed off of him, her thighs were wet from his cum, and he was pretty sure he had died and gone to Heaven.

There was no other possible reason for any of this.

How did he, a simple Scottish cop, get her?

When she leaned on his headboard, he was giddy with what was about to happen. As she bent over, shoving her glorious ass out, he knew he’d won the lottery.

There was no other explanation.

“Hurry, Finn,” she said. “Fuck me.”

God.

He loved this woman.

Moving into position, he nudged her, and what he didn’t expect was for her to move back, impaling herself on his dick.

He moaned.

“Oh, but fuck me,” he muttered, his body shaking. He was buried balls deep in her perfectly peach-shaped ass, and this might just be the highlight of his life.

Then, she began moving.

And it drove him wild.

His hands went to her hips, and he took over, fucking the woman he loved.

“Oh, Finn,” she whispered, as she felt so full.

He couldn’t think.

He couldn’t breathe.

All he could do was take her ass.

Wickedly.

“Oh, Gabby,” he muttered, as he watched his slick dick. It was beyond erotic.

This was some married man porn right here, and now, he couldn’t wait to make that happen.

Yeah, he was marrying this woman.

PERIOD.

There was no way he was letting her go. Tomorrow, they’d start the paperwork of keeping her in Scotland with him.

AFTER he got her to marry him.

It was going to be a fast wedding.

Because if he got her pregnant, his VERY catholic mother was going to box his ears, and murder him.

Because he could only think about one thing at a time, and he was fantasizing about her ass, he rode her hard, and when he reached her clit, to rub it, she exploded at his touch.

And he couldn’t hold on.

That was all it took.

He.

Came.

Hard.

Finn emptied into her, and barely held on. Yeah, this was going to kill him, but what a way to die.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he stayed buried in her as he fell backward onto their bed. Their feet were at the top, and their heads were at the bottom.

And they were pressed against each other.

That’s when he heard it.

Giggling.

It made him smile.

Going up on his elbow, he looked over her shoulder, and fell in love all over again.

“Something funny, Lass?” he asked.

She was honest.

“I was just thinking about how meeting you has been the most amazing thing.”

Oh, he felt the same.

Leaving kisses on her shoulder, he nuzzled her.

“I want to get married immediately.”

She looked over.

“Oh.”

He explained.

“My mother is going to hear about you, if she already hasn’t.

Catherine will tell Maisie, Maisie will call Caroline, Caroline will call Bonnie, and Bonnie will tell Blair, Kenna, and Elsie.

THEN, FIONA, my sainted Catholic mother, is going to show up here.

If she catches me knocking up a lady, without a wedding, I’m a dead man. ”

She laughed.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m down with eloping.”

God.

He loved her.

“Thank you for being mine, and that after a singular day, you saw me and knew.”

She rolled over, and touched his cheek.

“You were meant to be mine. So, Fineas, make it happen. Then, we have to take that trip back to the States to pack me up. I have to get my things, and get a realtor to sell my place.”

He was curious.

“What’s it look like?” he asked. “Your home.”

She ran her fingers through his chest hair as they had some pillow talk.

“I live in a brownstone in the heart of Georgetown. I walk to the coffee shops, the bookstore, and the farmer’s market.”

He listened.

“And you’ll be okay giving it up?”

She smiled.

“For you? For a chance at being a family and having people I love around me? Yes. I only hope your mother likes me.”

She had nothing to worry about.

“She will. Trust me. While her baby boy, all my siblings are married with kids. She has twenty-one grandchildren. She’s greedy and wants more.”

She laughed.

“Well, then, sign me up.”

He kissed her.

Then, he got out of bed.

“I’m going to clean up, and grab a shower. Do you want to join me?” he asked.

She grinned wickedly.

That’s when he lifted a brow.

“Lass, tell me you’re not planning to use me in the shower,” he said.

Gabby got out of bed, and when she walked past him, she slapped him on the ass.

That told him all he needed to know.

“God. I feel cheap, and I like it. A lot.”

And he did.

Finn was about to get even luckier.

With the woman he loved.

* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *

The Castle

The Crypt

Oh, they got Ceit’s skull put back together again, but it took a while. At one point, they moved to the library so Tony could work at the desk and Graham could take a needed nap on the couch.

He was hungover and going through it.

Because he’d been there and done that, Tony cut him a break.

Carrying the skull back, he placed her head where it should be in the crypt. Then, he maneuvered the slab back in place to cover her up.

“Rest in peace, Ceit,” he said, getting her covered. When he placed his hand on the crypt, he heard creaking.

BEHIND.

HIM.

When he turned, the single light swung in the breeze—in the basement with no outside air.

In alarm, Tony stepped back. Before coming here, he would have had a scientific explanation for all the happenings that had gone on.

Now, he only had one.

A ghost.

But which one would it be?

That was the question.

As he watched his breath go cold, he saw a figure moving in the shadows.

It was translucent.

And facing him.

Not only that, but the shadow was big and Tony wasn’t a small man. He was six feet tall, but he had to look up at the head hidden beneath the cloak.

“Who are you?” he asked.

That’s when he heard it.

Someone whispered the dead woman’s name. He heard it as clear as day.

“You’re not her. Who are you?” he asked again, trying to get any information he could from the apparition.

The shadow moved closer.

Then, when he least expected it, the apparition rushed through him, disappearing into the wall.

Tony closed his eyes, and felt the chill pass through him. When he opened them, there was a breeze.

Still.

The scientist in him needed to figure out where the breeze was coming from so he could debunk some of this.

He simply couldn’t help himself.

With his flashlight, he headed toward the dark shadowy corner of the crypt. When he reached the one wall that was barely illuminated by the singular light, he held his hand up, and there was air coming through a crack.

Holy shit.

There was something behind this wall. From the dimensions of the castle, Tony did the math, and it wasn’t the outside of the building.

The shape was all wrong.

When he pushed on the stone, he heard that creaking noise like there was nothing behind it as it slightly shifted.