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“
Finn
…”

She backed up to the bathroom door,
but it didn
’
t open. There
was only one bathroom in the cabin but two doors to get into it. One from the
bedroom, one from the living room. The one in the bedroom stuck sometimes and
you had to work with it to get it open. Shayna didn
’
t know that.

I got right up against her. I put a
finger to the weak top of the towel and knew with one gentle tug the goddamn
thing would fall and I
’
d
see her beautiful nude body.

“
Let
’
s be clear about something,
”
I said.
“
If I want you naked, you
’
ll be naked. If I want you in the shower, you
’
ll be in the shower. And if I
want to be inside you, you
’
ll
be ready for me.
”

“
You
can
’
t talk
…”

I pressed my lips to hers. It was
hotter than in the truck. My hand touched the bottom of the towel. I lifted it
a little.

I was losing control.

But I was supposed to, right?

After all, Shayna wasn
’
t going to get pregnant
on her own.

~ ~ ~

I touched the inside of her thigh.
She didn
’
t stop me. I kept
going up and up, feeling the heat smother my hand. She still didn
’
t fucking stop me. The burning
heat then gave way to a tender wetness. With just my middle finger, I curled
it, feeling the softness of her silky folds.

She. Didn
’
t. Stop. Me.

I added another finger and curled
that one too, easily finding her delicate clit. I pressed the tips of my
fingers to her nub and began to make circles.

Shayna groaned as we kissed, then
she put her head back to the door. My mouth and tongue kissed down to her neck
and around to her throat. I wanted to tear down to her chest, rip the fucking
towel away, and fucking have her.

But I twisted my fingers again and
made her jump. Her hand grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into me. She still
didn
’
t stop me though.

“
Yes,
”
she purred.
“
Fuck
…
yes
…”

I slid my fingers down and plunged
them deep into her core. Her walls tugged against my fingers, not only
welcoming me with a fiery warmth but giving a hint at just how tight her body
was.

Christ, just imagining fucking her
was making my balls ache. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to come inside her. I
wanted
…

I took my mouth away from her.

I stared at her.

She looked at me, her eyes filled
with a desperate passion.

I pulled my fingers out and thrust
them inside her again. And again. And again. My thumb slipped up and touched
her clit, bringing all her pleasure to life. She rocked her hips at me, her
knees bent a little. Her breathing went wild and I knew there was no turning
back now.

Shayna needed to come. I saw it in
her eyes. I saw it in the way she bit her lip as she fought back screaming.

I put my lips to her ear.
“
You can scream all you fucking
want, sweetie. We
’
re in the
middle of nowhere.
”

Shayna let out a long moan. Her
other hand shot forward and grabbed my shirt. She pulled at me, bringing my
body tight to hers. Her nails dug even harder into my wrist. My fingers kept
thrusting, feeling her throbbing against my touch. I curled my fingers and
found a resistant tender spot and knew I had gotten her right where she couldn
’
t contain herself.

As she started to come, her entire
body jumped. Like she wanted to get away from me, but I wasn
’
t going to let that happen. I
thrust my fingers again and curled them again. I held her against the door
until I knew she was done. And that
’
s
when I slid my fingers out of her and away. I touched her inner thigh and
retraced my steps, leaving a trail of her own wetness to wash away in the
shower.

I purposely touched her cheek with
the same hand. The smell of her sweet body lingered between the two of us.

I gritted my teeth as my cock
pressed hard against the inside of my jeans. It wanted out. I wanted it out.
Fuck, I wanted Shayna so badly.

She breathed heavily, still trying
to catch her breath.

I pressed my lips softly to hers
and then set my sights on the bathroom door.

“
You
have to turn the knob and lift,
”
I said.
“
I never got around
to fixing it.
”

I did just as I said and the
bathroom door opened. Shayna stepped back and inside.

“
Uh,
thanks,
”
she whispered and
hurried to shut the door.

I never fixed the fucking door
because there was no point in fixing it. I thought it would be kind of nice to
have something like that, unfixed. Something
she
would complain about.
Joke about. Break my balls about. Then I could say something stupid back like,
‘
Hey, baby girl, I
promised I would fix that
…
you don
’
t
need to remind me everyday
…’
And then
she
would say something like,
‘
Well,
that thing you like me to do
…
you don
’
t
have to remind me about it everyday
…
I
’
ll do it
when I feel like it
…’

I made fists and stepped back to
the bed and sat down. I promised myself I wouldn
’
t
come here and do that shit, think of memories that never happened and never
could happen.

Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn
’
t ever come to the cabin at all.
I should have just sold it a long time ago and taken the money and run. Retired
from Fiore and his underground fighting business and faded out into the sunset.

The water in the bathroom turned
on.

No chance of that now. I was stuck
with Fiore and I was stuck with Shayna.

I had no escape. If I took off now,
Fiore would take Shayna - and he
’
d
get the baby he wanted. No matter what. Before that could happen, he
’
d come after me and kill me. So
my options were limited - take my life in my own hands and run. If I did that,
Shayna would be forced
…
I
didn
’
t want to think about
it. Or I could stay, figure out a plan, and enjoy some wild sex with Shayna.

It seemed too easy.

The shower water ran and I looked
to the clothes on the floor. I had no business touching Shayna
’
s stuff, but she was in my cabin,
in my care. I had every right to spy and snoop. I hooked my finger around her
panties and tossed them away. I wasn
’
t
a sicko snooping for something, I wanted information. A woman like Shayna didn
’
t just hang out with Zander for
her own health. Her story went deeper and darker.

I grabbed her jeans and searched
the back pockets.

Nothing.

I stuck my hand into the right
front pocket.

Empty.

I stuck my hand into the left front
pocket.

Bingo.

I felt something small and hard. I
took it out and looked into the palm of my hand.

It was a diamond ring, a really
nice diamond ring. Beyond that, shit, it was an engagement ring. With initials
and some kind of saying. The initials made a little sense though.

I looked to the bathroom door.

The water was still running.

I had dug a little and found
something interesting.

Shayna was engaged
…
to Zander.

14.

(Shayna)

I ran my hands through my hair as
the water pounded against me. If it were up to me I would have stayed in the
shower for the next ten years. Just to be able to hide somewhere comfortable
and then face the music. Whatever the sound was going to be.

But I already knew the ending, didn
’
t I?

The same ending as Sasha.

She was probably dead by now and I
was soon to follow. So I guess in a way I
’
d
end up with her. I
’
d find
her, just in a different time and place. I wasn
’
t
even sure if I believed in that stuff though. All I knew was that reality had
my feet on the ground, hot water touching my body, and my heart still racing
because of Finn. I ached and throbbed in a way I hadn
’
t in a long time. The shower was supposed to calm
and soothe me, but it did the opposite. Each droplet of water that touched me
was instantly compared to Finn
’
s
touch.

He had the roughness of a fighter
but yet the gentleness of a lover. My lover. That
’
s
what he was going to be, right? I was going to have to let him inside me. Let
him inside in a way that no man had ever been before. And it had nothing to do
with love or planning our lives together. Simply put, Finn
’
s boss wanted a baby and I was
supposed to give him one. And my choices were very clear - Finn could do it or
some of Fiore
’
s guys would.

Either way, the thought made me
shiver.

I hugged myself and turned, the
water hitting the front of my body. Of course I would let Finn in. Who wouldn
’
t? But to let him in my body
with the intentions of getting me pregnant, that was completely something else.
Yet I was almost trapped in the situation, unless Finn got us out. He promised
he would think of something. And he was right about the timing of things. Even
if we had sex tonight and I managed to get pregnant right away, we still had
time. Time until my body let it show on a test. Time until my body actually
held onto the pregnancy, which was weeks away. So we had time to come up with a
plan.

I started to feel a little more
relieved.

I turned the water off and grabbed
a towel.

I dried my hair and then my body. I
wrapped the towel around me and wiped my hand to the mirror. It fogged up
again, a little, but I could still see my reflection. Bottom line, we both
needed rest for tonight. Whether I was alone in bed or with Finn
…

I caught myself smiling.

There was nothing wrong with Finn,
at least physically. With his touch, he was perfect. With his tongue kissing my
skin, he was perfect. It was when he talked that there were problems. He was
arrogant, cocky, and mean. Sometimes he had a look in his eye where sympathy
existed, but most of the time, he was the typical fighter. Always looking to do
something to someone.

I wanted nothing more than both of
us to agree on a plan. Because it was Finn
’
s
life at stake too. Did he really want to have a baby? With me? And then, what,
just give that baby up to his boss? To replace a grandchild he lost? None of it
made sense, but the world we lived in didn
’
t
make sense. There were no laws and justice was dealt in a way that remained
totally unpredictable.

I opened the bathroom door and
found Finn sitting on the edge of the bed. Part of me wanted to drop the towel
right there and just go at it. Maybe have a little practice at what we were
supposed to do. My body was still on fire from his touch and, to be honest, I
could have used the distraction from life for a little while. Even just one
crazy night.

But then Finn looked at me.

He stood up and put his hand out.
The look in his eye had nothing to do with passion or wanting to fuck. He was
angry.

His fingers slowly curled open and
I sucked in a breath.

Oh, shit.

“
Tell
me,
”
he said.
“
I want to hear you say it.
”

“
Finn,
you have to listen
…”

“
Just
fucking say it. The truth. Right now.
”

I hung my head. He found the ring.
I had stuffed it in my pocket and left it there. Because it wasn
’
t supposed to be what it was. I also
thought maybe I could pawn it off for some easy cash to stay on the run.

But now Finn found it.

He wanted me to say it.

So I looked at him. Dead in the
eyes. I nodded.
“
Yeah,
fine, Finn, you want the truth?
I
’
m
engaged to Zander.
”

~ ~ ~

Finn tossed the ring to the bed and
left the room. I considered chasing him down, but I needed to get dressed first.
I scrambled, dropping the towel a second after he was out the door, and I
lunged for fresh clothes. I grabbed jeans and then grabbed the same t-shirt I
had been wearing and threw it on. The ring caught my eye and I snuck it back
into my pocket. Whatever the hell the damn thing meant it still had cash value.
That was the whole point of having it.

I didn
’
t love Zander. I didn
’
t
want to get married to Zander. I didn
’
t
even have sex with Zander! The engagement was basically a prop. It was the way
Zander showed affection and claimed women he wanted to eventually fuck, use,
abuse, and leave for dead.

I ran out the front door of the
cabin. The sun was getting extra heavy and starting to fall. A thin line of
brilliant colors battled their way through the gaps between the branches and
leaves on the trees. It was getting cool out already and my wet hair was not
going to serve me well. But I needed to get to Finn.

I hurried around the side of the
cabin and ran.

I then heard a
thud!
Then a
grunt followed by another
thud!
.

When I stopped, I saw Finn standing
at a chopping block. He put a piece of wood on the block and then lifted a
large axe into the air. The back of his shirt pulled tight to his back, showing
off deep ridges of muscle. When he brought the axe down, he grunted, hit the
large piece of wood, and it shattered into two.

“
It
’
s not what you think,
”
I said.

Finn turned. His eyes were beady,
evil. His hand gripped the end of the axe with a fierce grip. Veins jutted out
of his hand and up his arm. His forehead already glistened with sweat.

“
I
might as well just give you up to Fiore for good. That
’
s what I had planned on doing. Let him do whatever
he needs to do. Then I could go back to my fucking business.
”

“
That
’
s what you want? Just toss me
aside? Leave me to be
…”

Finn curled his lip.
“
You
’
re fucking engaged to him, Shayna. You have no idea
…”

“
This
was what he wanted,
”
I
yelled.
“
It was my only
chance of staying alive. Okay? I had no choice. If I didn
’
t accept anything he offered, I
’
d be dead. Gone. Hurt. Tortured.
Killed. I
’
ve seen enough to
know, Finn.
”

“
You
’
re engaged to a boss,
”
Finn said.
“
And I
’
m supposed to fuck you?
”

“
So
now I
’
m tainted?
”
I hugged myself and suddenly
felt gross.

“
Just
go back inside,
”
Finn said.
“
We have to get through
tonight and I
’
ll make a
decision.
”

“
What
the hell does that mean?
”

“
Whether
I give you up or not.
”

My heart twisted.
“
Fuck you, Finn. You don
’
t control me. I
’
ll just take off.
”

“
Then
Fiore will find you,
”
Finn
said.
“
I
’
ll find you. You think Zander
does bad things? Please. You haven
’
t
seen what Fiore is capable of. The man is grieving, brokenhearted, and
teetering on insanity.
”

“
I
don
’
t love Zander,
”
I said.
“
I
’
ve
never
…”

“
Go
inside!
”
Finn bellowed.

His voice echoed like thunder
through the woods.

I crossed my arms.
“
No.
”

He looked at the cabin, then at me.
He stepped at me, still holding the axe.
“
You
don
’
t understand what the
cabin means. What it was supposed to be to me.
”

“
Then
tell me,
”
I said.
“
Tell me, Finn. I want to know
about you. I
’
m here, right?
I
’
m trying to trust you.
”

“
I
want to fucking trust you,
”
Finn said.
“
But what does
it matter? You're engaged to a boss. My boss wants to hold your body hostage. I
’
m trapped in the middle of it.
All I wanted was a beer and fuck.
”

Anger flooded my body now. Like
Finn hadn
’
t done anything
wrong? Screw you, Finn. Screw you.

“
Then
fuck me,
”
I said.
“
There
’
s beer in the fridge. Perfect night.
”

Finn approached me some more.
“
Let me get one thing straight,
again. If I want to fuck you, I will. Just like I put you against the door in
there. You haven
’
t been
touched in a long time, sweetie. I felt it.
”

“
Then
why are you so mad?
”
I
asked.
“
I haven
’
t been with Zander. Ever. Never.
I never would.
”

Finn was a foot away from me. He
dropped the axe. His hand rolled up into a fist.
“
So
then what is it? You like the sense of power? You like sucking off that?
”

“
I
bet you wouldn't be complaining if I was sucking something.
”

“
Yeah?
”
Finn grabbed between his legs.
“
Get on your knees then. I own
you now, Shayna. Remember that. Your body. My dick. That
’
s what is going to get us out of this shit.
”

“
You
said you were going to think of a plan,
”
I said.

Finn put a hand to my face. His
fingers stroked my wet hair. His other hand was still between his legs. His
hand slipped behind my neck and he pulled at me. I thought we were going to
kiss but we didn
’
t.

“
You
owe me one,
”
Finn growled.
“
And I expect to know everything
about you soon. If not, you
’
re
fucking dead to me.
”

I reached down and put my hand to
Finn
’
s. I squeezed his hand
over his dick.

“
Anything
you want,
”
I whispered. I
put my lips to his neck and kissed.
“
I
swear, Finn. You can trust me.
”
I then looked at Finn.
“
In
my heart, I
’
m not engaged,
okay? I
’
m not with anyone.
You know this life. You know what we have to do sometimes.
”

“
So
then what is it?
”
he asked.
“
What put you in it?
”

The truth, Shayna. Just start
giving up the truth.

“
My
sister,
”
I said.
“
That
’
s what did it. The last I heard of her, she was
with Zander. And I haven
’
t
seen her in a long time.
”

“
You
’
re doing all this for your sister?
”

“
This
part? No. I didn
’
t plan any
of this, Finn. I don
’
t know
why I did what I did to end up here, with you. I just lost my mind for a
second.
”

“
But
you still want to find your sister?
”

“
Yes.
I want to know the truth of her.
”

“
You
could take your hand off my dick now,
”
Finn said with a grin.

I took my hand away and felt my
cheeks burning red.
“
Oh.
Sorry.
”

Nobody knew about Sasha. It was my
deep and dark secret. It was something that could be used against me. Now I
’
d give up a piece of that to
Finn.

He touched my hair again.
“
Please get inside, sweetie. You
’
re going to get sick out here
with wet hair.
”