Game (16 page)

27.

(Finn)

I placed my cock between us and
kept thrusting at her. Shayna lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around
mine. Her mouth was open as she breathed heavy. Her eyes looked shocked, maybe
defeated.

I pulsed, one fucking thrust away
from letting go.

Everything between me and Shayna
somehow played in my mind during that last second before I lost control.

I pulled back and reached down,
grabbing my dick. As I slid my hand up, feeling the slickness on my shaft from
her amazing body, I hissed. I came forward and felt the warmth of her pussy.
She molded against my cock as I sank deep. I buried my face into her neck,
groaning as my cock let loose.

I came over and over, my body
thrusting each time I spilled more into her. Me wearing nothing to protect
myself from her and her having nothing to protect herself from me. This was
really it. I couldn
’
t do a
damn thing about it now.

I pressed harder at her, deeper.

Shayna
’
s hands grabbed my back, her nails ripping at my
skin.

I kissed her neck and then around
to her mouth. We kissed for a few seconds before I broke it off. When I looked
at it, I felt it. I felt it right in my chest. I was falling for her. Hard.
Fast.
Bad.

“
We
did it,
”
she whispered.

She bit her lip. She was uneasy.
She was terrified. Rightfully so.

Christ, I had just come inside her
with the intention of getting her pregnant. Not because we were in love and
wanted that romance shit in our lives. Because Fiore wanted the baby.

“
I
don
’
t even know what to
say,
”
I whispered.
“
Because what it
…”

“
Well,
well, well. It
’
s about
fucking time.
”

I looked back and there was Fiore.

My shorts were down to my ankles.
My ass flexed as I was still inside Shayna.

“
I
knew the fight would help,
”
Fiore said.
“
But I
’
m still not done with this. I
want that fucking kid made and delivered.
”

Fiore shut the door and I looked at
Shayna again. Any and all feelings were stripped from the room. I backed away
from her and didn
’
t know
what to do next.

Other than to take her back to
the cabin and fuck her again
…

28.

(Shayna)

I felt guilty as sin as I walked
out of the bathroom. I wasn
’
t
sure how my hair looked. I knew my face was burning red. The rest of my body
felt the same. Between my legs I was still a mess, but it was the hottest mess
possible.

I walked next to Finn and he gently
grabbed my hand, holding it. As we went through the corridors of the abandoned
building, the yells and cheers of the crowd echoed around. It made me realize
that Finn was a warrior. Maybe this wasn
’
t
the exact life he had dreamed of, but it was the life he embraced.

Plus, he won the fight. And he
fucked me.

Fiore saw the ending of it, which
mean he had his damn proof. So hopefully that meant he would leave us alone.

I touched my stomach and realized
it didn
’
t really matter,
did it? All it takes is one time to create life. To create a baby. I looked at
Finn and thought about what we had done. The whole process could have been
started already.

Never in the last few years had I
thought about having a baby. Or being in a relationship. Or anything that
involved a normal life.

Not that I would ever have that with
Finn.

If I was pregnant
…
Fiore wanted the baby.

It made me shiver.

“
This
way,
”
Finn said.

We turned and he kicked open a
door. Then we were outside, the back parking lot of the building. It was quiet,
calm, and made me feel uneasy.

“
Are
we supposed to be leaving?
”
I asked.

“
Nope,
”
Finn said.
“
But we are. I
’
m done.
”

“
Are
you going to get in trouble?
”

Finn looked at me and grinned.
“
After what Fiore just saw, I
think we
’
re good.
”

My cheeks burned hotter.

We got into Finn
’
s truck and left the parking lot.
The last time I left a fight with Finn, I was holding a gun to him.

This time it was much calmer. Every
time I looked at Finn I felt my heart race faster and faster. He was getting to
me. I was letting him get to me. Even in the midst of all that danger waiting,
I still wanted him. I wanted Finn. I wanted to know his entire story. I wanted
something to work out with me, him, and Fiore. There had to be a way to do it.

What about Zander?

Of course.

Zander.

He wouldn't just let me go either.

He
’
d
come for me. He
’
d come to
kill Finn.

“
Ah,
fuck,
”
Finn whispered.

“
What?
”

“
Hold
tight, sweetie.
”

“
Why?
What
’
s wrong?
”

“
We
have a tail,
”
Finn said.

He hit the accelerator. The engine
of the pickup truck growled.

I looked back and felt my heart
drop.

He
’
s here
…
Zander is coming for me
…
right now.

29.

(Finn)

I could get on a video chat with my
cell phone with someone halfway across the world, but there were still places
that didn
’
t get cell
service.

Not that I could do much right now
with my cell. If I called Fiore and if he answered, by the time he caught up to
me, shit would have already hit the fan.

The truck barreled right up on my bumper.
I hoped it was just Cormac following me, fucking around, but then I saw the
guns. The driver and the passenger each held weapons out their windows.

“
Get
down!
”
I yelled and grabbed
at Shayna.

I tore her by the shoulder, putting
her head on my lap. I ducked my head as far as I could without losing sight of
the road. Bullets pinged off the truck and shattered the back window of the
truck. My hand pressed hard to Shayna
’
s
shoulder. Her head was right between my legs. My cock shouldn
’
t have been thinking anything
wild in that moment, but I couldn
’
t
fight it off. Even with people shooting at me, I was still turned on by her.

“
Get
ready,
”
I warned.

I sped up and then slammed my
brakes. The truck smashed into the back of my truck. The weapons fell from the
shooters hands. I hurried to slam on the gas again and cut the wheel, purposely
letting the ass of the truck cut left to right. That allowed my back tires to
throw up some dirt, rocks, and plenty of dust.

I then quickly took a sharp right,
fearing I was going to roll the truck. I swore I felt it start to go, but we
stayed with all four tires on the ground. We were on another dirt path now.
This one more narrow with way more danger.

I rode hard and fast.

I checked the mirrors a few times,
hoping that maybe I had actually lost the guys.

Not a fucking chance.

This wasn
’
t some action movie or something.

The truck found the turn, made it,
and was coming right back up on us.

“
Sweetie,
open the glovebox,
”
I said.
“
There
’
s a gun. Hand it to me.
”

“
What
are you doing?
”
she asked.

“
It
’
s either us or them,
”
I said.
“
Who do you want to survive?
”

Shayna sat up and ran a hand
through her hair. She nodded. She opened the glovebox and my heart twisted
hard.

Just like with Carrie, right? On
the same roads. Except we drove slow. We talked and laughed. I had her open the
glovebox to find a map. With a red circle on it. The spot where I was going to
build a cabin for her.

Shayna grabbed the gun and handed
it to me.

This was what my life had become.
The fall of the tragedy still continued.

The truck got closer.

We hit a small bump and I felt like
the truck was going to go airborne.

I kept the wheel straight and the
truck steady.

“
You
have to hold the wheel for me,
”
I said.
“
Okay? Keep it
straight.
”

Shayna didn
’
t think twice. She grabbed the wheel. I put the
window down, and turned, sticking my hand out the window. I shot twice and saw
sparks off the other truck. It quickly started to dart left to right.

I had them!

Or so I thought
…

A second later, two more weapons
came out the windows. They were just handguns this time, nothing fast and
automatic. I quickly shot again and the truck started to turn. One more bullet
and I hit the passenger. His arm flopped down, dropping the gun. The truck
turned again, the ass hitting a tree. I kept shooting, unloading the entire
clip. The truck spun and started to roll. Over and over and over, bouncing like
a toy.

I hurried to fully get back in the
truck and take the wheel from Shayna.

I put both hands to the steering
wheel just in time to see a fallen tree blocking the way.

I could only scream one thing.

“
We
’
re going to crash!
”

~ ~ ~

I cut the wheel, wanting the impact
to be all on me. I couldn
’
t
let anything happen to Shayna. The wheels dug in the dirt and it felt like the
entire truck lifted up off the ground. I realized there was no chance in hell
of saving the truck or getting out of the crash so I jumped at Shayna, trying
to grab her.

The front left part of the truck
hit the fallen tree and the truck quickly spun the other way. I saw Shayna
’
s head smack the passenger
window. It broke. The windshield crunched with a sickening sound as we started
to roll. The truck went up and over the fallen tree.

It all happened so fast yet somehow
played out in slow motion in my mind.

I saw Shayna try to brace herself
on the dashboard but the airbag deployed. A giant white cloud consumed her at
the exact same moment it happened to me.

When it all stopped, the silence
was terrifying.

We were upside down, my neck bent,
the truck rocking back and forth.

I clawed at the airbag and grabbed
for the door. I don
’
t know
how in the fuck it worked, but the door opened like it normally would have. I
climbed out and got to my feet. A throbbing pain went through my left leg as I
hurried to the other side of the truck. It was a very weird sight to see your
own vehicle upside down. My entire body shook with a rush of fear, pain, and
adrenaline.

I hobbled to the other side and
wished so damn hard to find Shayna crawling out from her side of the truck.

She wasn
’
t there.

She was still inside the truck.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed
at her through the broken window. She was unconscious, blood on her head, her
hair a mess all around. I stuck my fingers to her neck and felt a strong pulse.
A strong goddamn pulse! I gently cradled her neck to my forearms as I grabbed
under her armpits and guided her from the truck. I kept her on her back,
careful not to move her too suddenly in case something serious was wrong. I
touched her chest, feeling her heart still going strong. I touched her cheek
and looked around. We were close to the cabin. I could carry her.

I started to slip my hands under
her when I heard a
zing!
sound.

To my left, the fucking driver of
the other truck was on the ground, a gun in his hand, shooting at me. His face
was covered in blood, and he barely had his hand lifted. I stood and left
Shayna on the ground, protected by the truck where she almost died.

I walked toward the guy, watching
the gun go limp in his hand.

He was dying.

His back was twisted and his legs
looked like they were jelly.

I kicked the gun out of his hand
and grabbed his hair, pulling at him. He screamed and groaned.

“
Zander?
”
I asked.

His eyes met mine.
“
Fuck you
…”

Even mostly dead I picked up on the
accent.

Yeah, he was one of Zander
’
s guys. The son of a bitch had
made a move after me and Shayna.

I let the guy go, stepped back, and
brought my foot back. I turned my head and kicked forward. It was like kicking
a loose log or something.

I didn't look at him again. I knew
he was dead.

My sights were set back to Shayna.

I hurried to her and dropped to my
knees again. I touched her chest. Still breathing. Still beating. Still alive.

I wiped my hand over her face and
leaned down, kissing her lips.
“
It
’
s okay, sweetie. We
’
re okay. I
’
m going to carry you home.
”

I lifted Shayna up. Her arms and
legs moved a little, giving me hope that she was going to be okay. I held her
tight - my girl, my woman - and I started to walk away from the scene of
destruction toward what was supposed to be my place of hope.

I held her tight and thought about
it
…
what we
’
d done in the bathroom at the
fight
…
I made a decision right
then.

First, Shayna was all mine.
Second,
if there was a life inside her, I was going to take care of that life
…
even if it cost me mine.