Page 43 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
It was only for my ears, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna share this moment with anyone else but her.
Her entire body tightened against mine and her pussy clamped down around my cock. My hips stuttered as her pussy pulled me deeper, sucking me dry as my balls curled up into my body. I dropped down against her, my body collapsing from the sheer exhaustion of falling helplessly into her. And as my cock coated her walls, the world spun around me.
I’d never orgasmed so hard in all my life.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered against the crook of my neck.
She chanted my name like a whispered prayer and it pulled a smile across my face. I fell limp against her, wanting nothing more than to stay like this for the rest of the night. I wanted to take her any which way she’d allow me. I wanted to mark this place with her scent and our memories before taking her back to the hotel room and bedding her right where we fought all the fucking time.
What the hell was it about this woman that I couldn’t shake?
“Uh, Finn?” Sloane asked.
I cleared my throat. “Yep.”
She snickered. “I kind of, uh, need to clean up a bit.”
I chuckled as I pushed myself upright. “By all means, do what you have to do.”
Piecing ourselves back together was just as awkward as one would think, but once we were done we climbed back into the car. No, really, we climbed into the backseat and she snuggled against me as if we were laying in bed after the throes of passion. It shocked me at first, feeling her wiggle against me. She tossed her legs into my lap and laid her head on my shoulder, and it was the most peaceful I’d ever felt.
I stroked my fingers through her hair as I gazed down at the world below us, wondering if this was a one-time thing or an all-the-time kind of thing.
“Sloane?”
She drew in a deep breath. “Mhm?”
“Can I ask you something?”
She giggled. “Since when do you ask before you ask?”
I kissed the top of her head. “Since now.”
She kissed the crook of my neck. “All right, shoot. What’s on your mind?”
I chose my words carefully. “What you said to Beth--you know, about being where she is right now--was that true? Or, did you say that to her to try and connect with her?”
She stayed silent for a little while before she responded. “No, it’s true.”
I felt her jaw trembling against my shoulder and I steeled myself against my own emotions. “I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “It is what it is.”
But, her jaw didn’t stop shaking. So, I wrapped her up as tightly as I could and pulled her into my lap just to get her a little bit closer.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked softly.
Sloane sighed. “I mean, what’s there to talk about? After Summer left, I went through a rebellious stage. I acted out just about as much as I could in order to justify how my parents treated me on a daily basis, and I guess looking back I had hoped that I’d be such a terrible kid that they’d send me to wherever the hell they sent Summer. At least, that’s what I thought at the time. I never actually thought my own sister would leave me behind with those two.”
I settled my cheek against her forehead. “Is that why you got so upset when I asked you to leave your sister alone?”
She sniffled and the sound broke my heart. “Yeah.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry for that. Had I known--.”
She shook her head. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. You had no way of knowing.”
I figured she was done talking after that, but to my surprise she continued.
“During this rebellious stage I ended up befriending the wrong kinds of people. They were people my parents would say were from the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. They did drugs, and believe me I’ve tried them all at least once. At one point in time, I was even selling them to students at the high school just to make enough money so I could go searching for Summer. I missed my sister more than I could stand, but what I missed more was the way she used to throw herself in front of me when Mom and Dad got bad. I never even knew half of the shit they were capable of until Summer left and I was the only remaining punching bag.”
“Fucking hell,” I murmured.
She shook her head. “Don’t get me wrong, they aren’t like that now. I guess losing both of their daughters drove them to therapy, and they’re on the up and up. So much so that I actually have family dinners with them once a month.”
