Page 26 of The Lies That Shatter
Giving his hand a squeeze until he opens his eyes, I shuffle as far forward as the handbrake between us will allow, closing the gap. I’m sure my eyes are glistening with the force I’m trying to put into my words.
“You won’t ever lose me. We’ve never been able to really act on how we feel… To see if we could be anything more than friends, but I want to try. And I know you do too. Once this jobis over, we can start our life together. Even if it doesn’t work out and we go back to being friends, I can promise you that no matter what, you will never lose me. I’ve waited a long time for you, but I’m done waiting.”
As I talk, I can feel myself leaning in closer to him. It’s like I’m metal and he’s a magnet, drawing me closer without even realising it. His gaze locks with mine, and it feels like he can see into my soul. My heart stutters, and as his warm breath brushes across my lips, my breath hitches and an involuntary shiver runs down my spine. My body tingles from his proximity, and yet my core aches for us to get closer.
The chemistry seems to sizzle around us, heating up the air in the car, causing condensation to steam up the windows. My thumb runs across his lower lip once more, and I’m intoxicated by how soft it feels. I see his gaze drop, looking at my mouth. For just a second, we’re both frozen, wondering which of us is going to be the first to move.
I don’t even give him a chance. I lean forward, closing the already minute gap between us, and gently press my lips against his.
It starts off as just a soft, gentle kiss, but it soon transforms into more. Once our lips connect, and we taste each other, it’s like we’re both zapped into action and the passion that’s been building between us since we were kids explodes.
Finn crashes his mouth against mine with force as his tongue sweeps over my lower lip, demanding access. One of his hands snakes around the nape of my neck, so he can keep my head where he wants it, while his other hand slides along my thigh. As his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I try to edge myself closer, ignoring the pain of the handbrake digging into my leg. A deep moan escapes my throat as I taste him on my tongue.
His hand crawls up my thigh until it’s resting on my hip, and he tries to pull me closer, but all it does is dig the handbrakefurther into my leg, causing me to wince. He pulls his lips from mine to look down at what caused the problem, and I can’t help but whimper as my lips feel bereft without his against them.
A mischievous, almost cocky smile spreads across his face before he reaches down under his seat. As soon as he finds the handle that controls the seat, he pushes it back, creating even more space between him and the steering wheel.
Before I can even think about what he’s doing, he reaches over and lifts me up like I weigh nothing at all, before pulling me until I’m straddling his lap. It’s not the easiest move in a car, but as soon as I settle my knees on either side of his thighs, feeling his hard length beneath me, all other thoughts go out of the window.
I don’t care that we’re in the car at the side of the road, where anyone could see, or that this is exactly what Finn said he wouldn’t do whilst undercover with Mel. All those thoughts are long forgotten as his hand snakes up the nape of my neck again, and he pulls me down into another soul-searing kiss.
He tastes so fucking good that my toes curl, and my core heats so hot I feel as though I’m going to burn from the inside out. I rake my fingers through his hair, holding him close as I tilt my pelvis to rock against his hips. I swallow the deep groan that escapes him as our bodies connect in the most blissful way.
We kiss until we’re both panting, desperate for more…but neither of us goes any further. I’m tempted to move my hands beneath his shirt, to touch the hard muscles I can feel beneath me, but I restrain myself. I can feel him holding back, too.
As our lips part, and we both gasp desperately to draw air into our lungs, Finn looks at me with a burning intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. “I want to do so much more with you, Mac. I want to take you home, touch you, feel you, taste every inch of your beautiful body. I want to worship you and watch as you fall apart beneath my touch. I want my name to be the only wordsscreaming from your lips, so I can ruin you for all other men. I want to coat you with my cum, to mark you as mine, so you know exactly who you belong to.”
Fuck! My pussy gets a little wetter with each dirty, naughty thing he says, and fuck if that’s not exactly what I want. I want him to own me, to take me and make me his. I also know what he’s not saying. “But you won’t…”
He shakes his head, his fierce gaze never leaving mine. “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t. I know that as soon as I feel your tight, wet pussy around my cock, I won’t want anything else. I won’t be able to do my job.”
“I get that, but I’m done waiting. We don’t have to have sex, but we’re not going backwards. We are going to finish this assignment…together. You once said that I belong to you. Well…this is me saying that you belong to me, too. You are mine, and I’m going to help you finish this job so you can make me yours in every way you just said. We can be just friends for now, but I want more,” I say, resting my head on his forehead as I admit exactly how I feel.
“It’s too dangerous,” Finn snaps, but I shake my head.
“You will keep me safe. You’ve been doing it my whole life.”
We’ve never really spoken about all the times in the past that he’s saved me from the assholes who were supposed to be raising me, protecting me. Every shit foster home I ended up in, Finn was there with me. Every time one of them abused me, or bullied me, he was there to save me. Even though I never asked for his help, he was always there to protect me anyway. So I have no doubt he will continue to do it now.
Finn reaches up with both of his hands, placing them on my cheeks as he looks at me with that beautiful smile he saves just for me. “I swear to you, nobody will ever hurt you. Ever! If Mortimer Whitlock harms even one hair on your head, or even thinks about it, I will rip him apart limb by limb. Nobodytouches what’s mine, and you are mine. I think maybe you always have been.”
I can’t help but melt into the arms of the only man who has ever protected me. Who has cared about me longer than anyone else. This may not be the most conventional start to a relationship. Hell, I’m not even sure this is a relationship, but whatever the fuck it is, it’s ours. I’m his and he’s mine. We just have to battle the world until it will finally allow us to be together.
Great, now I can’t even sit in my car without getting a fucking hard-on. All I can think about is the way McKenna sat on my lap, straddling me, grinding against me, whilst she claimed my mouth with hers. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest make-out session I’ve ever had.
Hearing the girl I’ve been in love with my whole life tell me she wants to claim me as hers will forever be on repeat as my number one wank-bank experience. But more than just being something that will forever get me hard, it also made my heart swell to twice the size.
After everything I’ve done, the job I do, and the way I hurt her all those years ago, I never thought anything like this would ever happen.
For a year or two after she left, all I could dream about was leaving this shitty excuse for a life behind in the hope McKenna would take me back. That she would forgive all of my sins, and I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to her. But that pipe dream died a long time ago when reality set in.
Too much had happened. Too much water under the bridge, as they say. And certainly too much time had passed. It ate me up inside thinking that she will have moved on…found someone new.
Someone who loved her the way she deserved, who could give her the family she’s always craved. I care about her so much that her happiness is more important to me than anything else, even if it means she’s with someone who isn’t me.
When she came barreling back into my life, all fierce and determined…it was more than I dared to dream. Not only is she willing to forgive all the shit from the past, she wants to claim me as her own, and fuck if I don’t want to be owned by her.
When her lips were on mine, and my hands were exploring her body, as I swallowed those erotic little moans that escaped, I couldn’t think straight. But as we both gasped for breath, our senses returning, we agreed that nothing serious could happen between us until I’m done with this job.
