Page 83 of Broken Warrior
Fin shakes his head again and I growl before I do something I didn’t expect to do today.
I fist my gigantic man’s shirt hard enough to catch him off guard again, then I use it as leverage and turn us so he’s in front of the couch before I shove the love of my life down onto the cushions and straddle his lap.
With a frustrated sigh, I take Fin’s surprised and so handsome face in my hands and hold firmly. “We deserve it, Fin. You don’t have to say it right now, but I’m going to make sure you believe it. Maybe not today, but soon. I will have you believing everything I’ve said right along with things I haven’t because they’re all true.”
“M’eudail—”
“You don’t get to argue with me on that. We are both broken, Fin, but our jagged pieces fit together perfectly. We were made this way, have gone through everything we have for a reason and I know it’s because we were meant to find each other. We are worthy of each other. I love you and there is absolutely no argument against that.”
His eyes search mine, that cold blue focused on what hopefully looks like adon’t fuck with me because I’m rightexpression. I don’t actually know if that’s what he sees though, it’s not a look I’ve really ever tried before, but if Fin doesn’t use all of this as an excuse to break up with me and stays forever like I want him to, then he’ll have to deal with it. This new version of me isn’t going to back down or not stand up for what I know is right, not even for Fin.
“Tate,” he says. “M’eudail, I...”
Oh my god.
Oh my god!
I know this man is not still trying to argue with me right now.
Fin is stubborn, I know that firsthand, and I’m sure there’s a part of him that’s used to getting his way because he’s intimidating in almost all ways. Then you throw in the club affiliation and the fact that he’s a perfectionist with an IQ higher than anyone realizes and I don’t doubt for a second that things generally go according to Finlay MacAllister’s plan.
Not today, buddy.
“No.” My grip on his cheeks tighten just a bit. “No, Fin. This conversation is over. I—”
“Tate, stop for a second.”
“Refuse to let it continue, not unless—”
“M’eudail, hold on.”
“You start agreeing with me, otherwise this conversation is—”
“Jesus Christ, Tate, shut your pretty mouth for one goddamn second.”
So I do, but I glare hard to make my point.
And the jerk has the nerve to give me a slightly crooked smile. “The conversation can be over for the time being, but we will revisit it soon.”
Instead of responding, I go to move off of Fin’s lap since my efforts seem to be in vain, but when I let go of his face and plant my hands on his shoulders, my boyfriend’s big paws move lightning quick and grab onto my hips so hard I gasp.
“That conversation is over,” Fin almost purrs as he leans in close, nuzzling my neck. “But I’m far from done with you.”
I have no idea what that means right now because all I can think about is the way this man’s lips feel against my throat, how warm they are as they ghost along my collarbone toward my shoulder. Fin’s teeth gently scrape over my skin before he takes the strap on my top between them, pulling it down until it falls to the middle of my arm. My fingers flex against his vest as the man of my dreams peppers kisses back and forth until his mouth finds the swell of my breasts.
“Tate,m’eudail?”
I tilt my head as Fin lightly sucks on the side of my neck, my eyes fluttering closed from the sweet sensation. “Hmm?”
“I promise we don’t have to have any serious talks until later, but I need to ask you one question before then.”
With a whimper, my back arches and I nod my head in agreement absently because Fin is tugging the top of my bra down with his teeth and I am seconds away from rolling my hips against the very noticeable bulge in his jeans.
“What,” he says against my nipple through the sheer fabric. “Were you.” He bites down gently. “Doing with Elias?”
My eyes snap open and connect with Fin’s as soon as his question is out. “I cannot fucking believe you.”
“I need to know,m’eudail.”
