Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Probably not.”
He chuckles and nips at my lower lip. “Liam likes your plan.”
“What do you think?”
“I think it could work, which is the problem. It’s too soon.”
“We have to try.”
He looks at me and for a split second, there’s a painful yearning in his face, like he wishes that weren’t true, but he’s as fucked up as I am and he can’t resist either.
His mouth finds mine. It’s a hungry, angry kiss. I return it just as enraged. We tear at each other, all our frustration and desire overflowing as he kisses my neck, pulls up my shirt and bra, licks my breasts, roughly taking off my jeans. I lift my hips to help and when he palms my pussy, I nearly shatter.
Slowly, he strokes me. I’m so wet. His fingers flick over my pussy before driving deep inside, sending a pulse of bliss and pain straight into my brainstem. I kiss him hard, moaning into his mouth as he fucks me with his fingers, pushing them in further.
“You are going to be the death of me and I’m going to thank you when it’s over,” he whispers, fingers curling inside of me. I spread my legs as best I can in the cramped back seat.
“No… nobody’s dying… just my brothers.” I arch, gasping as he grazes my clit and sucks on my nipples. “We can do this.”
“I’m afraid you’re right.” He stares at me, despondent and needy, and it’s the most beautiful expression I’ve ever seen. I slam my mouth to his and kiss him fiercely, roughly unbuckling his belt, tugging at his jeans until I have his cock in my hands.
He snarls as he hunches forward, glazing his cock with my wetness, teasing me, our foreheads pressed together. “Fuck me, Finn,” I beg, pulling at his hips, wiggling closer. “I need it.”
“I need it too. That’s the problem.”
“I’m right here. Fill me. Fuck me. Please, Finn.”
“Shit, Caroline,” he moans and thrusts forward, slipping his big cock deep between my legs.
I moan, a wide smile on my face as he fills me. God, yes, this is what I wanted. He gives me all of him, every thick inch, every painful thrust. He’s rough and groaning, and his bliss-filled moans and growls make my head dizzy. He wants me as much as I want him. He’s losing his mind, just like I am. Except we’re on opposite paths. I’m falling down from a big black sky—while he’s dragging himself up from the depths of hell to meet me.
I’m afraid that if we miss, if we cross at the wrong moment, we’ll lose each other.
But when he moves back, his thumb on my lip, I don’t care about any of that. There’s only him fucking me, and me sucking on his fingers, and his whispers of pleasure and begging and praise. “You feel so fucking good, Caroline,” he says, a tremble in his voice that nearly kills me. “God, I don’t know how long I can take this.”
“No more hiding.” I grind into him, needy and desperate as the pleasure builds. “Come home, Finn.”
“Fuck, baby. I’m right here.” He fills me, deep and hard. “I’m right fucking here.”
I can’t take it anymore. I grind tighter as the orgasm washes over me. I break, my triggers pulled, and I’m gasping as I come so hard my skin flushes pink and my vision tunnels. He keeps going, ruthlessly fucking me, going harder and harder, the car rocking and the windows fogged, until I feel him stiffen and come inside me.
Fuck, it feels so good. I pant and try to get enough air. He kisses me, biting my lips, tasting me, devouring me. I stretch my arms up with a silly, stupid, heady grin.
“I should come out to Queens more often,” I say, smirking like an idiot.
And Finn laughs. It’s not one of his fake laughs, but something real from deep inside his chest. I love that sound. He’s light and bright, glowing and happy. I hug myself to his strong body, and I think we can do this. I think that if we stick together, we can pull this off, and afterward? I don’t know what’ll come next. I don’t think I care anymore.
So long as we’re doing it together.
27
FINN
Iyank the ski mask over my face. Liam casually straps on a bulletproof vest and pulls on a hoodie. He glances at me and laughs. “You look fucking stupid.”
“Shut up, idiot.” I shove his mask into his hands. “Put it on.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He yanks it over his face and strikes a pose. “I bet it makes me look dashing.”
I decide to ignore him as I do one last check of my gear. Rifle, pistol, grenades, extra ammo, ceramic-plated vest, and black bags for grabbing loot.
The van hits a pothole and I almost lose my balance. “Sorry!” Caroline says from the driver’s seat. “I’m not used to this big thing.” She keeps her eyes on the road as I exchange a look with Liam. He shrugs, unconcerned, and I shuffle forward so I can talk to her in a low voice.