Game (12 page)

I climbed out of the bed and stood
there.
“
Go fuck yourself,
Finn. You
’
re never getting
me. I don
’
t care what
happens.
”

Anger flooded me and I stormed away
to the bathroom.

I shut the door and tried to be
angry some more.

Then again, Finn had just defended
me. He could have listened to Fiore. He could have grabbed me, tore my panties
off, and had me. But he didn
’
t.
He lied to his boss for me.

Whatever though. I
’
d thank him for that. It didn
’
t mean I was going to fall in
love with him and have babies.

Well, I had to have a baby with
him
…
but I
definitely wasn
’
t
going to fall in love with him.

19.

(Finn)

I went to the other bathroom door
and opened it. Shayna looked surprised to see me. Her face quickly went to
defeat. She stood there looking fucking stunning. Her hair was all bed messy.
That long shirt and her longer legs.

Goddamn.

“
That
was a close one,
”
I said.

“
Yeah.
Your theory on time doesn
’
t
mean shit,
”
she spit at me.
“
He wants you to fuck me
and get this going right now.
”

“
Well
then
…”

I stepped toward Shayna

She lifted her right foot and swung
at me.
“
I
’
ll smash your balls up into your
throat.
”

“
That
kind of talk turns me on,
”
I said.

“
Fuck
you. Where
’
s your fucking
picture? Huh? Don
’
t want to
talk about that, do you? Why not? Can
’
t
face your own past?
”

“
Watch
yourself, sweetie. I
’
ll
give you up to Fiore in a heartbeat.
”

“
Then
do it,
”
she said. She
grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up, showing me her panties.
“
Do it. Call him right now. I
’
ll tell him the truth then. That
I
’
m not part of Zander
’
s crew. I
’
m just some woman. I don
’
t have his family
’
s
blood. I
’
m nothing to this
world. Then I
’
ll tell Fiore
that you haven
’
t fucked me
yet. That you can
’
t get it
up. I
’
ll let his guys do
anything
…”

She was fucking with me and she was
fucking winning. She was getting to me. So much so that I lunged forward at
her. My hands slammed against the other bathroom door. I stared down at her. I
watched her hold the t-shirt up, showing just below her belly button. One of
her hands slid between her legs and touched.

“
Do
it, Finn. Listen to your boss. Right?
”

“
Not
like this,
”
I said.
What
the fuck am I thinking right now? Not like this? What did that even mean?

“
You
’
re afraid. Because of someone
else.
”

“
Don
’
t say a word about things you
don
’
t know.
”

“
What
are you going to do?
”

“
I
’
ll make you fucking scream.
”

“
No
you won
’
t.
”

My hands moved from the door and I
grabbed her ass. Two handfuls, my fingertips feeling the lace of her panties. I
hurried and slipped my fingers into her panties, holding nothing but her bare
ass. I pulled, spreading her cheeks, driving her body against mine.

“
Watch
yourself,
”
I said.

“
Make
me. You
’
re fucking afraid.
”

I lifted Shayna and turned. Next
thing I knew, I was on my knees. Her ass and back were on the floor. She
propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me, shocked. My hands moved
around to the insides of her thighs and I pushed her legs open. Reaching up, I
grabbed the top of her panties and ripped them off like they were a piece of
paper. They shredded with ease against my strength, now dangling off her right
leg.

“
Oh,
fuck,
”
she groaned.

A hunger penetrated my body when I
saw the glistening folds of her sex. She was fucking wet for me. Her sweet
flavor attacked me and I was then left with no choice but to attack her.

My mouth hungrily touched her
pussy, kissing against her wetness, my tongue racing forward, opening her. I
craved her, demanded her, and now I had her. My hands squeezed tight at her
legs, keeping her open. My body demanded to move up
…
to fuck her. To open my jeans, take out my dick,
then thrust deep into her. Fuck her senseless until she screamed and couldn
’
t move. Give everyone everything
they wanted.

But I couldn
’
t move.

My tongue wouldn
’
t stop tasting the sweet nectar
of Shayna
’
s body. From
bottom to top, the slick taste of her pussy drove me wild. The tip of my tongue
swirled around her clit making her back arch. I suckled at her, hard, my teeth
grazing against her sensitive nub.

That
’
s
when she cried out.

Her pretty cries bounced off the
bathroom walls.

She grabbed at my hands, pulling,
wanting me to let her go. I released my grip and she instantly started to
thrust her body at my mouth. I still couldn
’
t
contain myself. She tasted too good. She groaned too perfectly. And the way she
lifted her ass off the floor and wiggled her hips was what dreams were made of.

One hand of hers turned and she
interlocked her fingers with mine. She tried to squeeze tight, maybe wanting to
hurt me, maybe it was just her body
’
s
reaction to the pleasure. My other hand was shoved up her shirt. I quickly
scaled her body, feeling her warm skin give way to her hanging breast. As I
cupped her tit, I growled, still remembering that she had flashed those other
guys. I still had yet to see her tits, now my hand was exploring.

I felt her nipple rub against my
palm.

My hand tightened around her
breast; she fit perfectly into my hand.

Her hand grabbed the back of my
head and she cried out. Her heels dug into the floor as she lifted her hips
higher by the second. She went from trying to be sexual and grinding against my
touch to simply quivering. I was in fucking control. Complete fucking control.

I broke my hands away from her and
cupped her ass again. I held her there, her body almost horizontal, off the
floor. My mouth deep between her thighs. Sucking at smooth folds, thrusting my
tongue with speed, curling with hard movements, I brought her to the edge and
beyond. The moment she began to come, her legs gave out. She would have crashed
back to the floor, but I eased her down. She quickly tried to fight me away,
wanting to close her legs. I ended up where I began, my hands at her legs,
keeping her right where I wanted her.

I felt her throb with each pulse
from deep within her body. Her sweetness flowed with ease as she groaned over
and over.

My tongue got one more taste before
I kissed up to her stomach and then pulled away.

I stood up and looked down at what
I had done.

Shayna was on the floor, her
panties torn from her body. Her shirt -
my fucking t-shirt
- halfway up
her body. Her face was flushed, cheeks rosy red, her eyes wide. She gasped for
air.

“
I
’
m not afraid of anything,
”
I said and stepped over Shayna,
leaving the bathroom.

That statement
…
that was a bold faced lie. I
was afraid of something.
I was afraid of the way Shayna made me feel.

~ ~ ~

I stood out on the porch and held
my cell. It rang and rang. When the voicemail picked up, I hung up and dialed
again.

It took me three times to get
Cormac on the line.

“
What
the fuck, man?
”

“
I
need a favor.
”

“
What
’
s wrong?
”

“
I
need you to come to the cabin.
”
I turned and saw Shayna emerge from the bedroom, changed into different
clothes.
“
I need you to
watch someone for me.
”

“
What
someone? What the hell
…”

“
Just
be here within the hour,
”
I
said.

I hung up the call and tucked the
phone into my back pocket.

Shayna stood there and stared at
me. I leaned against the railing and crossed my arms. I could still smell her,
still taste her. Christ, I hadn
’
t
even fucked her yet. And why not? I never took my time with women. I always
knew what I wanted and how I wanted it.

Fuck.

Before this shit got any deeper, I
needed to go visit someone.
I needed to figure out if this was getting real.

20.

(Shayna)

I sat at the kitchen table and
watched Finn pace like a hungry lion waiting for a steak. My body shivered and
then ached, realizing that I was, in so many ways, his prey. His meal.

And I liked it.

Each time Finn turned, I saw the
gun sticking out of his back pocket.

The whole thing with Fiore had him
rattled. And I know I didn
’
t
help by goading him. I did not expect him to toss me to the floor and
do
that
to me. Yeah, part of me had wanted him to rip off my panties and fuck
me, but I mostly expected him to get pissed and storm away.

He was the best I ever had
…
and I barely even had him yet.
That alone left my body totally on fire.

“
Say
something,
”
I said.

Finn stopped and turned.
“
What? Want to take another jab
at me?
”

“
Jesus,
Finn. I
…”

“
I
don
’
t want to hear it.
”

“
Do
you want to hear about my sister?
”

Now I had his complete attention.

He stepped back and put his hands
to the counter. The way his shoulders puffed up made them look like massive
boulders. He was just plain sexy. Every inch, top to bottom.
Although there
were several inches that my body wanted to feel
…

My mouth ached for him again.

“
We
grew up with each other,
”
I
said.
“
Nobody and nothing
else. We never knew our father
…”

“
Who
’
s older?
”

“
My
sister. By two minutes.
”

“
What?
”

I smiled.
“
Twins.
”

“
Twins,
”
Finn said.
“
How could you be twins? If she
worked for Zander, wouldn
’
t
he recognize
…”

“
Fraternal,
”
I said.
“
Two different eggs. So we don
’
t look alike at all. She looked
identical to our mother. I guess I look like our father.
”

“
Okay.
That makes sense.
”

“
Our
mother died young. In her early forties. Her heart gave out. We were just
teenagers when it happened and we managed to keep ourselves alive without
anyone knowing it. Then Sasha had this party one night and the neighbors called
the police. Next thing I knew, we were being taken in and thrown into the
system. Sasha got out and went to the street. She started doing anything for
money. That
’
s how she met
Zander
’
s crew.
”

“
And
you?
”

“
I
was in foster care until eighteen. Not many people give a shit about sixteen
year olds. And the one who did wanted a check from the state and to proposition
me. For
…
stuff
…”

Finn curled his lip.
“
Stuff?
”

“
Stuff.
”

“
Did
anything
…”

“
No,
”
I said.
“
I learned how to fight back.
”
I swallowed hard.
“
But
I got hit a lot. I ran away and never went back. I found Sasha and I thought we
could go back to the way it was. But it didn
’
t.
Sasha was deep into something. She used to joke and tell me that if she said
anything about her work she
’
d
have to kill me. I thought maybe she was a stripper and was embarrassed to tell
me. Not that I would judge her. But she wasn
’
t
that at all. No way. She was in with Zander.
”

“
How
do you know?
”
he asked.

“
That
’
s the thing. I don
’
t. I
’
m guessing. I saw her with some of his guys. She
wasn
’
t some whore, okay?
”

Finn raised an eyebrow.
“
When did I say that?
”

“
It
’
s what you
’
re going to assume. That
’
s what everyone does with Sasha.
She wasn
’
t a whore.
”

“
Okay.
Then what was she doing with Zander?
”

“
I
don
’
t know. The last time I
saw her she said she needed to take a trip. She was going with some friends and
colleagues. That
’
s the last
I saw of her. And everything I tried to do to find her failed me. Over and
over. Until I decided to get in with Zander.
”

Finn shook his head.

“
What?
”
I asked.

“
It
takes guts to just slide right in with a guy like Zander. I
’
m impressed. So how did you get
in with him?
”

“
Luck,
I guess. I started showing up to his fights. I bet a little here and there. I
caught his attention.
”

“
I
could see that.
”

“
Oh?
”

“
Really?
”

“
What?
”

“
You
say
‘
oh?
’
as though you don
’
t know you
’
re stunningly beautiful,
sweetie.
”

I fought a smile but my blushing
cheeks gave myself away.
“
Thanks,
I guess.
”

“
Yeah,
you guess all you want.
”
Finn pushed from the counter and walked toward me.
“
And you can
’
t
find your sister?
”

“
No.
I kept waiting and digging. Asking other women questions. Trying to be casual
about it. But I have nothing. For all I know
…”

I turned my head as the emotion
caught up with me.

For all I know, she
’
s fucking dead.

And that was the most logical
answer in it all. She got too deep with Zander and did something to piss him
off. Or maybe he got bored with her and just killed her. You
’
d think that would be crazy, but
I
’
d seen it a dozen times.

“
Look,
I
’
m sorry,
”
Finn said.
“
I don
’
t know what to say. When we get this figured out
maybe I can help you.
”

I was about to look at him and
either spit in his face or kiss him.

I never got the chance to decide.

A car sped up to the cabin.
And
the guy behind the wheel looked big and pissed off.

~ ~ ~

Finn did nothing to protect me as
the guy entered the cabin. In fact, Finn walked to the guy and not only hugged
him tight, but then took the gun from his back pocket and gave it to the guy.

They then both walked into the
kitchen.

For a second, the guy looked
familiar.

“
Shayna,
this is Cormac,
”
Finn said.
“
My best brother.
”

Finn put a fist out and Cormac
smacked it with a fist of his own.

“
Cormac,
”
I whispered.

“
I
was at the fight,
”
Cormac
said.
“
All this is sort of
my fault.
”

“
Thanks
for that,
”
I said.

“
I
have to go somewhere,
”
Finn
said.
“
Cormac is going to
keep an eye on things.
”

“
Are
you serious?
”
I asked.

Finn eyed me and curled his lip. He
didn
’
t respond.

“
You
’
ll be safe,
”
Cormac said.

“
You
know that for sure?
”
I
asked.

“
Hey,
”
Finn said.
“
I trust Cormac with my life. He
’
s the best fucking fighter in
the world.
”

“
A
fighter?
”

“
Legal,
”
Finn said.
“
He
’
s
amazing. Going to own the world someday.
”

“
You
could too, bro,
”
Cormac
said.
“
If you
’
d dig out of your grave and
these messes.
”

I smirked. Cormac was big, tough,
and bold. It was obvious Finn and Cormac knew each other for a while. Cormac
had lighter skin and short ginger hair with tight curls. He had tattoos on both
arms and his shoulders ripped against his t-shirt as much as Finn did. Christ,
strip away the reality of my life, and these were probably two of the hottest
guys I
’
d ever met standing
inches from me.

Cormac had a scruffy ginger beard
and well cut dimples when he smiled.

“
Don
’
t worry about my grave,
”
Finn said.

“
Yeah,
take it easy, brother,
”
Cormac said.

When Cormac said brother is sounded
more like
‘
brudder
’
…
a hint at an Irish accent?

Finn and Cormac hugged again,
smacking each other
’
s backs
with tight fists.

“
I
’
ll be back in a bit,
”
Finn said, to both me and
Cormac. He then pointed to the gun.
“
If
she does anything out of line, shoot her.
”

And that was my goodbye.

Finn walked away and Cormac leaned
against the kitchen doorway, grinning. The gun in his hand.

If she does anything out of
line, shoot her.

Maybe it was a joke, but the way
Finn said it and the way Cormac looked at me, it wasn
’
t a joke.

I was a goddamn hostage.