30
Hope
3 weeks later
Istrollinto the boxing gym and spot Finn working with a group of teenage boys. He smiles briefly at me and they all turn to follow his gaze. One of them wolf whistles and his friend laughs. Finn smacks him up the back of the head with his boxing pad on and the kidflinches, turning back around. I grin because he's so cute. He's been in a really good mood recently. The case against Kiera is really strong and it's moving quickly. He loves his job here, and I think it gives him a sense offulfilment.
He walks up to me and kisses my cheek and the kids all make gagging sounds to which Finn promptly turns around and scowls at them for. “Drop and give me fifty!” he shouts. They all groan but do as he says. I cover a laugh. He turns back to face me, his scowl melting away. “Five minutes, queenie, and I can go.”
"It's bingo night," I say and Finn groans I hold my hand up. "I swear to god,Finnleyif you are about to even consider the possibility of notcoming to bingo...nolasagnefor you."
"It's Poppy's lasagne, though."
I narrow my eyes. "I will ice you."
"You have issues."
“You say that a lot.” I smirk and smooth my palm over his broad chest. “You love it."
“I kind of do,” he says.
“How are you finding it?” I ask. He’s only been here a few days, but he seems to like it.
He nods, glancing over his shoulder at the kids who are all groaning and complaining through their press ups. A small smile touches his lips. “Yeah, I like it. They’re good kids. Robert says this job will look really good when the court sees my case.”
Smiling, I loop my arms through his. “Good. You look hot in these shorts.”
Thirty minutes later and we have our bingo cards spread out in front of us. Finn has his lucky purple stamper gripped in his hand and he glances over to where Opal’s sitting. “She’s not winning tonight.”
“Is that a fact?” I ask, smiling.
“Fact. Three hundred quid? She has her pension to pull from. She doesn’t need that.”
I pat him on the shoulder. “You see now, don’t you, and yet you piss and moan about coming.”
He laughs. “Three hundred quid is three hundred quid, queenie. Plus, I have to try and defend my manhood.”
I slip my hand underneath the table and grab him through his jeans. “Oh, your manhood is just fine.”
Finn glares at me and rolls his eyes. “Don’t distract me.”
I pull my stamper from my purse. “And I have issues,” I mumble under my breath.
Ten minutes in and fucking Finn jumps up from the table, raising his arms above his head and shouting. “Bingo. I’ve got fucking bingo!” He points one finger at Opal. “Take that and shove it.”
She scowls at him and grips her walker, standing up and shuffling to the restroom
"Motherfucking cunt!" I say, huffing as I toss my bingo cards to the side.
Finn has a shit eating grin on his face as he makes his way to the front of the room. Three hundred quid! He doesn't even like bingo. Bastard.
He takes a small bow as he takes his prize and then he makes the way back over to the table. "I'll share my winnings with you," he says on a grin.
"It's the fucking principle,Finnley!"He chuckles. "I swear to god,” I say, “you're going on my shit list with Opal."
He’s still laughing as he leans in and swipes a strand of hair from my face. "Aw, queenie. That's mean."
I swipe his hand away. "Shit list,Finnley."
He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. “Come on, let’s go home.” I grab my purse and follow him to the exit. As soon as we step outside, he grabs my hips and pulls me tight against him, placing a warm, soft kiss below my ear. I shiver and lean into him as his hands drift to my arse, forcing me against his hard crotch.
"Bingo does it for you,Finnley, huh?" I say, my bad mood rapidly dissipating.
"No, bingo does it foryou," he chuckles, kissing along my neck. "Youdo it for me," he says.
"Flattery will get you everywhere." My voice comes out breathy and strained.
"I don't need words, queenie and you know it." He pulls away, dragging me to the car. “As soon as I get you home I am fucking the shit out of you.”
"Sex will not make your bingo betrayal any better," I say, attempting to sound stern."I mean...you're welcome to try, but I don’t think it will."
