Chapter Eleven
Della
Finn asked me to stay in the kitchen a little longer. He even found me a newspaper to keep me occupied. I asked why, and I couldn’t believe his answer.
“Gotta clean my room for you, darlin’.”
“Finn, I don’t care—”
His fingers covered my lips. “I do. My woman ain’t sleepin’ in a shithole of a room. Give me half an hour, baby.”
“Okay,” I mumbled beneath his fingers. With a kiss, he left, taking the snacks with him since he’d hadn’t had dinner himself. I read for a while, but my mind wandered. God, in the span of twenty-four hours, I’d gone from being annoyed with Finn, fighting my feelings for him, and then admitting I loved him, to starting a relationship, and having a baby on the way.
Could someone say holy shit times infinity?
It was crazy, but it felt so very right, which made it even crazier.
And then there was the fact I was going to sleep with Finn again. He knew it, I knew it, and we both wanted it.
I was going to have sex with Finn Kaidion.
A bubble of excitement ran through me. I was looking forward to it. Strange. Or maybe it wasn’t since I knew I was doing it with the right person. The man I loved and the father of our baby.
My hand dropped from the table to cover my stomach. There was a baby in there.
A little bundle of pooey nappies, dribble and stench, and yet, I knew I’d do anything for the happy future Finn had me imagining. It was a future with him, one that involved happiness and love.
It was possible, even for me.
Reaching up, I touched my lips. I was smiling, and Finn was the cause.
“There’re to be a lot of those in our future.”
I jumped, my eyes flicking to the doorway to see Finn leaning against it, his arms crossed. I had no idea how long he’d been standing there.
“Sorry?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what he meant.
“You smiling, you’ll be doing it more in our future.”
Warmth spread through me. “I believe you.”
“Good,” he grunted, then straightened. “Come here, darlin’.”
Standing, I folded the paper, left it on the surface and made my way to my man. His smile was small, but it was warm. His hooded eyes told me how much I meant to him, how he liked watching me walk to him.
Once close, his hand captured mine before he bent and kissed my neck. “It’s been a big day. We gotta get some rest.”
“Okay.”
He led me down the hall to a door on the right. After he opened it, we stepped in. It smelt of cleaning products, fresh sheets, and leather. A bed was set against the middle of the wall to the left of the room. To the far side were floor-to-ceiling windows covered in long dark drapes. Bedside tables sat on each side of the bed and on the opposite wall of the bed were two doors.
Finn pointed to the closest. “Walk-in robe.” Then to the other. “Bathroom, not all rooms have a joining bathroom, most but not all, and I was lucky to get one with.” He sighed. “I live here for now, but we’ll leave eventually, with time.” He smiled. “And once we spend more time together, so you know you won’t get sick of me in the end, we’ll get a house together. Like Dodge and Willow’s area, schools are good. So was thinking that way maybe. If you’d be down with it.”
It was cute how nervous he sounded. A biker. A man, my man sounded nervous because he wanted things to be perfect for me.
Turning to him, after he closed the door and locked it, I stepped up, resting my head against his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. His arms came around me tightly. “Finn, I love your room, and I’m sure everything will be perfect no matter how long it takes because you’ll be with me.” Looking up, I added, “We don’t need to rush this. Actually, I think it’s best we don’t. I’ll still live with Lissa, for now.” His frown made me smile. “But I’m also adding in sleepover nights here and at Lissa’s. In the meantime, as we spend more time with each other, in case you get sick of me and don’t want to continue with us, then we could look for a place together that we’ll both pay for if everything between us stays strong.” Fortunately, I still had enough savings from my previous job, before Ashley’s death, to keep me going for a while, until I got another job after the baby was born.
A squeeze, then with a growl in his voice, he stated, “It will.”
“I think so too. But just in case, we need to take precautions, for us and for our baby.”
He sighed, leaning in to rest his forehead against mine. “I know, darlin’. I’ll do anything you want, but know you are mine.”
“So…” I licked my lips, “you’ll do anything I want?”
“Anything,” he said, with a kiss to my temple.
“Good.” I grinned, then pulled out of his grip and said, “Get naked.”
His eyes widened for a second, then heated and lowered with a hungry look. “Get naked?”
“Please?” I offered.
Smirking, he reached behind him and tugged his tee from his body. He then stood there giving me time to take in my fill, and I did. I eyed his tattoos, all of them, and there were a lot. Each piece was its own work of art on his extraordinary body. From the ones on his chest to the ones that engulfed his arms. Even though most of his body was covered in ink, I could still see the hard muscles, his pecs, his biceps, his six-pack. God, even his waist, where his jeans rode low, was worth a look, for a very long time.
“Your turn,” he demanded gravelly.
“Pardon?” I asked, unable to remove my eyes from his upper body.
“Fuck it,” he bit out and then came at me.
From there, things got a little heavy and heated. Finn tore my tee from my body, stating on a mumble how I could wear one of his the next day. My hands roamed over his skin, and while he undid my bra, struggling a few times because he was frantic, I placed kisses on his chest. Even after he finally managed to unhook my bra, I didn’t move away. I went lower and twirled my tongue around his nipple, causing Finn to hiss and grip the back of my hair. My bra dropped to the floor, and I kicked it away, busy enjoying the taste and feel of my man’s body with my mouth and hands drifting over his skin.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groaned. Sliding my tongue across his skin to his other nipple, I bit. His whole body jerked. “Fuck, woman.” He grabbed my hand off his waist and led it to cover the large bulge behind his jeans. “Feel what you do to me. Drive me crazy, Della. Even from the first time I saw you.”
I glided my mouth my way up to his lips and took them in a wild kiss. When I palmed his cock harder, he rocked forward and grunted. Then he took my hand and twisted it gently away from his dick to behind my back. My upper body arched back. He grinned and said, “My turn,” then dipped his head down to my breast. He kissed one before moving onto the next and straight to my nipple where he attached his mouth to it and sucked. My breaths were pants as he continued his delicious tease of my nipple before moving onto the other one.
Between us, I reached down with my free hand and undid his jeans, lowering his zipper so I could slide inside, but I was stopped. Finn’s hand gripped my wrist and tugged my hand free. Since I didn’t want to rip his penis off because I wanted to soon use it, I let go of him and growled in the back of my throat in annoyance. He had the nerve to chuckle.
“Soon,” he mumbled around my nipple.
“Finn,” I breathed. “Please.”
Straightening, his heated eyes met my needy ones. I glanced down when I felt his hands at my jeans and watched him slowly undo the button, then the zipper. His hands went to each side of my waist, hooking his thumbs in. Bending, he first kissed my mouth, ran his tongue over my lips and then kissed down to my neck, chest, breasts, stomach, and while he glided his mouth down my body, he dragged my jeans and panties lower. As he kissed my hip, then the top of my mound, he helped me out of my shoes, socks and then finally jeans, so I stood in front of him naked.
He leisurely ran his eyes up my body from kneeling in front of me, and when our eyes collided, he asked, “You wet for me, darlin’?” All I could manage was a nod. “Hmm, mind if I see for myself?” When I shook my head, he smirked. “Good.” His hands ran up the outside of my legs, from my ankles to the top of my thighs, only to dip one in between my legs. A gasp fell from my lips at the first touch of two fingers to the outside of my lower lips. “Spread wider, baby.”
I did. “Finn,” I moaned. He slid those two fingers inside of me, finding out just how drenched I was for him.
“Christ, soaked and just for me.”
“Yes.”
His movement was unhurried. His fingers pushing in and out of me in prolonged exquisite torture, but I wanted it faster. I ground my hips down onto his fingers. His hand on my waist tightened.
“Easy,” he ordered.
“Finn,” I retorted in frustration, only for my head to drop back and cry out when his tongue swirled around my clit as he used his other hand to spread me wider. I lost his fingers when his hands came around and gripped my arse, forcing my body forward so he could tongue my clit harder. My hands landed on his shoulders, my fingers digging into him.
“Finn,” I whimpered, my legs shaking with pleasure. “Need you.”
A shocked gasp left me when he stood, his hands under my arse, demanding me to lift up, so I did. With a little jump, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
“Best tasting pussy I’ve ever had.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “Don’t need a comparison to others, Finn Kaidion. Just need to know you like my, ah, taste.”
He chuckled. “Good to see my woman has claws for me, and I fuckin’ love your pussy.”
“Well, good.” I nodded.
He snorted. “Glad we got that sorted. You in a snit now?”
“No.” I shook my head, lying. I kind of was, but I was too turned on to stop.
“Good.” He smiled and then threw me on the bed. A squealed scream erupted from me. I landed, bounced a few times and was about to tell him to never do it again, but then thought better of it if I got the same result every time. And that was to see Finn kick off his boots, get rid of his socks, and push down his jeans and boxers. He crawled onto the bed, pulling my legs apart so he was kneeling between them. I let out a noise of complaint because I wanted to stare more at him and he was moving closer so I couldn’t.
“Sweetheart, you can take your fill when I’m not hungry to have my cock inside you.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
He leaned down, gave me a hot, wet, wild kiss and when he broke it to reach into his bedside drawer, grabbing out some condoms, I licked and nibbled on his nipple, causing another hiss. His hips jerked forward. His reaction empowered me to want to give him more, to please him in ways he’d never felt before. I liked the thought of Finn losing control, just for me.
He glanced down and watched me pay attention to his other nipple. “Fuck, your mouth, among other things, drives me wild, baby.”
With a final kiss, I unlatched and forced him lower so I could taste his mouth again. I heard a rattle of the packet, and I grinned against his mouth. He pulled back, looking down at me and chuckled. He rolled the condom on, my eyes riveted to the movement, and then he leaned in and asked, “You happy you gettin’ some of me?”
“More than you know.”
His eyes flared with tenderness. “Christ. Love you, Del.”
“Love you, Finnegan.”
His jaw clenched. He breathed out his nose heavily. “Wished you never heard my full name.”
“Why? It’s you, and I love everything about you.”
“You spoil me,” he stated roughly.
My eyes widened. “How?”
“By givin’ me you. Your body, your mind, and your love.”
Tears sprang to my eyes. Reaching up, I ran my fingers against the side of his cheek. “Babe.” God, the emotions from his sweetness hit me. He didn’t know I was the one who was spoilt for having him in my life. Never thought I would be able to break out of my hell, but I did, and I was rewarded with the man above me.
Sliding my fingers through his hair, I applied pressure. Understanding shone in his eyes; he knew I was feeling strongly about what he’d said. Finn lowered himself down and touched his mouth to mine in a slow passion-filled kiss.
I coasted my hand between us, took hold of his cock and lifted my hips a little to line him up with me. Slowly, after I pulled my hand free and wrapped it around him, he slid inside of me. The feel of him filling me gradually had me moaning into his mouth.
His forehead pressed against mine as he broke the kiss and groaned, “Christ. You feel better than I remember.” He moved in a measured erotic pace as he entered and withdrew from me. When Finn went onto his hands above me, I ran my palms over his chest, watching him gaze down between us.
“Fuck, so good.”
“Yes.” I nodded, my eyes closing, digging my head back into the pillow. “Hmm, Finn.”
“Shit, wrap your legs around me, darlin’.”
I did, and one of his hands gripped my thigh as he ground into me, rubbing against my clit before pulling back out and doing it over and over again. Moaning loudly, my eyes snapped open. “F-Finn,” I stuttered, my climax so close, my belly warmed and tingled. My walls clenched in preparation around him.
“Let go,” he ordered.”
“Finn,” I whimpered.
“Let go, baby.”
“Yes,” I whispered and then grabbed his powerful arms and held on as my orgasm rocked through my body.
“Fuck. Fucking hell, so tight, so wet, so right for me,” he mumbled, collapsing to his elbows and claiming my mouth as he still thrust in and out of me. I felt him swell first. Then he groaned roughly into my mouth. I wrapped my legs and arms tighter around him, while his body shook as he unloaded inside of me.