Beyond Addiction (12 page)

He grabbed her flouncy skirt and used it to draw her in, close enough to get his other hand under all those layers of ruffled fabric. He caressed the outside of her thigh and savored another hitching breath. That was what he wanted, what he
needed
. More of those noises. “You’re not.”

She closed her eyes and swayed toward him. “Tease.”

He hooked a finger under the edge of her panties. “Take these off, and you’ll find out if I’m teasing.”

Trix shivered and reached beneath her skirt, her hand brushing his. “You always used to tease me. That’s one thing I do remember.”

It had never been meant as a tease. More like an offering, a way to assuage his guilt every time she climbed into his lap and he didn’t push her away.
It’s not so bad if it’s all about her,
he’d tell himself, knocking her hands away from his belt and sliding his own beneath her clothing. Paper-thin rationalizations that shredded with her first moan.

As if getting her off could ever be penance.

“It’s not a tease if you follow through,” he said, already dragging the fabric off her hip. “Eventually.”

She braced her hands on his shoulders and breathed a sound that was half moan, half strangled sigh. “Not fast enough.”

Another day or two and he’d have the stamina to take her fast and hard. The twinge of soreness in his muscles as he guided her panties down her legs was a reminder that tonight was about slow. Careful.

Thorough.

The dainty fabric fell to the floor, and Finn used one foot to urge her stance even wider. “You look so proper in this get-up. So sweet.”

“Is that good or bad?” she asked, innocence edged with something a little wicked, because she already knew the answer.

Or she thought she did.

He had never let her see all the dark places his mind wandered. Or the twisted, beautiful, fucked-up shit that got him hard. “It’s bad,” he whispered, brushing the backs of his fingers over her pussy. “It makes me think bad things.”

Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Like what?”

Like bending her over his lap, flipping that ridiculous skirt up over her back, and spanking her until she writhed her way to orgasm against his leg. Like dragging the scoop neck of her bodice down until her breasts spilled free and fucking her like that, disheveled and half-clothed, debauched perfection.

Her pussy lips were bare. Smooth. He parted them and slid one finger over her, relishing the slick glide. She was already wet for him, already eager. Not afraid, not even a little. “How many of those stories they tell about the O’Kanes are true? Ropes and chains and people on their knees, sweet and submissive?”

She shuddered, her hips bucking against his hand. “All of them, and more that no one ever hears.”

The prick of her nails was all the encouragement he needed. He pumped one finger into her, shuddering as she clenched tight around it. “Do you know why I teased you, Trix?”

“Because—” Her voice broke on a whimper. “Because you wanted to make me crazy.”

Because only a sick motherfucker made demands on a woman when her life depended on him giving her another fix. “You couldn’t say
no
before. But you can now.”

She looked at him, her gaze slowly sharpening as she focused on his face. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He cupped her ass and dragged her closer. “That’s how selfish I am. It’s not enough to watch you ride my dick. I want you to love it. Need it. Choose it.”

“Shh.” Her fingers skipped up his neck to thread through his hair. “I understand. You don’t ever have to worry about that, not anymore.”

Because the minute he pissed her off, her friends would tear him to pieces. It was fucked up to find that soothing, but Finn was past caring. He hauled her astride his lap, her slick pussy rubbing along the length of his shaft as he rocked their hips together. “Then do it. Ride me.”

“You’re still hurt—”

He slapped the curve of her ass with a growl. “I said
ride me
.”

Then she said it, the one thing he needed more than her pleasure. Clear, firm, fingers still stroking through his hair. “No.”

There it was, that defiant spark that was all Trix. Tracy had never had it—or, if she had, it had been ground out of her by the time she’d rolled into Finn’s life. But Trix wouldn’t fall obediently to her knees. He’d have to coax her there. Put her there. If she stayed, he’d know she was as hot for it as he was.

Fuck, if she stayed, he’d never be able to leave.

Finn was hard, ready. Trix shifted slightly, and a bolt of undeniable pleasure raced through her as the movement ground the base of his cock against her clit.

Easy, so easy. All she had to do was move again, slide up, position her body to take his, and let instinct do the rest.

But she wanted more than easy now, more than the simple, effortless drift. She wanted to be strong, to be
Trix
. To show him what that meant.

So she kissed him instead.

He groaned against her mouth, his fingertips digging into her hips. So impatient, but he didn’t lift her, didn’t force her to give in. Instead, he bit her lower lip with a hoarse laugh. “I like you like this. I like a challenge.”

“I’m not being a brat.” His mouth was soft, and she flicked her tongue over the center of his upper lip. “I’m taking what I want.”

“So you don’t want my cock?”

“Mmm.” She rolled her hips slowly and hissed in a breath. Even with her arousal easing the friction of the caress, it was hot. Electric.

Bullet wounds couldn’t shake him, but when she did it again, Finn shuddered, his head falling back. “I know you do. I watched your face when I took you. You made the hottest noises when I fucked you deep.”

“No.” She watched him, rapt, as she slipped her hands down over the hard, muscled plane of his back. “When you fucked me like you couldn’t get deep enough.”

He smiled, slow and dangerous. “Give me a couple days, and I’ll get even deeper.”

“Filthy.” She moved more carefully this time, rising until the head of his cock nestled between her pussy lips. “Tell me more.”

“It’ll be hard.” He freed one hand from the tangle of her skirt and curled it around the back of her neck with his thumb resting heavy across her throat. “You want that, don’t you?”

She wanted it all—hard and rough, slow and sweet.
Everything.
She whispered the word as she pushed down, taking him inside her inch by torturous inch. Dancing had left her strong enough to ease down gradually, but the sheer sensation rocked her, left her legs trembling as she fought not to slam down against him.

“Yes.” His free hand found the zipper at her back, tugging it down with the same teasing slowness. “You were too fragile before. You couldn’t take all of me.”

The words meant something more than the obvious—she could feel it in the weight of his gaze. But she couldn’t think about it, not with the already familiar haze of desire wrapping around her.

Her dress slipped from one shoulder. He eased it lower, burying his face against her revealed skin. “Take all of me, baby. Ride me.”

She closed the last bit of space between them with a snap of her hips.

“
Fuck
.” Finn’s teeth closed on the swell of her breast, and the shock of it left her scratching his lower back hard enough to draw blood.

But she couldn’t stop. She urged his mouth closer to her skin as she shifted her hips, grinding against him. “Don’t let me hurt you.”

“It’s just pain.” He licked the spot he’d bitten, sending shivers through her. “Pain won’t matter when you’re coming on my dick.”

It had to, because they’d hurt each other for so long, and the only thing that would save them now was making it different. Doing it right. “It matters to me,” she rasped.

His fingers twisted in her hair, tightening to the edge of pain. He pulled her back and pressed his forehead to hers. “Then I promise, doll. I won’t let you.”

It was exactly what she needed. She tried to take it easy, but slow and gentle gave way to a wilder grind as pleasure built. Finn only encouraged her, panting crude promises against her lips. Promises to woo her, ravish her, fuck her rough and messy.

To
be
there, which was the headiest promise of all.

She came with a cry, wrenched from her as surely as the sudden orgasm that curled her toes in her shoes. She clung to Finn, who grunted, slid his arm around her back, and hauled her down into a final flurry of short, hard thrusts.

When he came, it was with his face against her throat and her name on his lips. His breath blew hot across her skin, and she slid her hand up to rest on his mouth. “Say it again.”

“Trix.” His lips pursed against her fingers on the
T
, so close to a kiss.

So close.

Finn opened the bathroom door and almost lost his grip on the towel wrapped around his waist.

O’Kane’s woman was sitting on the edge of his bed, her leather-clad legs crossed and one dark eyebrow raised. “Good afternoon.”

Retreating back into the bathroom was a coward’s move. Walking into the same room as Lex Parrino with nothing sturdier than a towel to guard his dick was just asking for pain.

But hey, he’d always been an idiot.

Finn crossed the room and propped his hip against the small desk. “Lex.”

She studied him slowly, a lingering perusal from head to toe. “You’re looking better than you did when you came in here. Of course, to look worse, you’d have to be dead.”

“Seems like I damn near was,” he replied, keeping his voice as easy as hers. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“Standard operating procedure. We don’t let people die on our doorstep.”

“Ever?”

“Nope.” She rose and slid her hands into her back pockets. “Either they’re worth saving, or they’re worth saving so we can kill them more slowly later.”

“The thought had occurred to me,” he admitted. “But I’m guessing you wouldn’t do that to Trix. Not for something petty like revenge.”

“No. Hell, no.” One shoulder lifted in a delicate shrug. “She seems to think you’re a stand-up guy who was stuck in a bad fucking situation.”

Phrased as a statement, but Finn recognized the question. Lex was waiting for an answer and looking at him like she’d know if he lied.

So he didn’t. “All of Five is a bad fucking situation. I didn’t do as much bad as I could have. But I didn’t do as much good as I
should
have, either.”

“Truer words.” She rocked back on her heels. “What about now?”

“Now?” Finn met her gaze and didn’t flinch, even when those too-knowing eyes stared right through him. This was a woman who wouldn’t be fooled by bravado or graveyard humor. She’d see the darkest parts of his heart, and he had to trust that the woman who took Dallas O’Kane to bed had a soft spot for obsessive motherfuckers. “I’m here for her. Whatever she needs.”

“Uh-huh.” The first glimmer of a smile flashed across her mouth, only to vanish immediately. “You got any marketable skills, Romeo? Besides framing people for murder and pushing drugs, I mean.”

“Sure,” he replied easily. “I hit things. I scare the piss out of people. I fix problems.”

“No offense, sunshine, but I don’t think Dallas is ready to have you running point on any security operations just yet.”

Finn grinned at her—the scary grin that usually sent his men stumbling back a few steps but had no damn effect on her at all. “You don’t say.”

“Mmm. Maybe I’ll send you over to Bren, see if he’s got any work for you to do.”

Bren Donnelly. The Eden sniper turned O’Kane. “I thought you didn’t want me killing people.”

She scoffed. “Where’s your imagination? There’s more to life than snuffing motherfuckers out.”

And there it was, stark as could be. The people in Sector Four killed readily enough to preserve their way of life, but then they put down their guns and their knives and
lived
. That was the part no one had ever taught him how to do.

Though Shipp had offered. “I guess I can fix things. Cars, engines. Plumbing. Real hero shit.”

She seemed to miss the sarcasm completely. “No kidding? Huh. I guess I will have to stick you with Bren, then.” She headed for the door. “Be at the garage bright and early tomorrow morning. Trix can show you where it is.”

Jesus Christ. They were gonna let him wander around their fucking compound like he hadn’t spent the last twenty years working for the enemy? Maybe the doctor wasn’t the only one high as a kite and tripping over moonbeams. “That’s it? No restrictions? No rules? You’re not even gonna take me to your leader, lady?”

She stopped, looked back over her shoulder, then slowly turned to face him. “You just had that meeting, sunshine. Try to keep up. And the rules are simple—you mind your fucking manners. Got it?”

The message was clear. Dallas O’Kane wasn’t the only leader in Sector Four, and if Lex decided she wanted to finish what Beckett’s men had started, no one on this compound would stop her.

Finn tried to imagine Mac Fleming’s wife standing at his side as an equal. It was almost as laughable as the idea of Beckett letting Lili Fleming be more than the pretty blonde trinket he’d married as a business strategy.

Finn was in unfamiliar territory. He couldn’t afford to make assumptions or dismiss rumors. Dallas O’Kane didn’t follow anyone’s rules but his own, and if Finn wanted to avoid breaking Trix’s heart, he’d have to learn those rules awful fast.