Finn (Blue-Collar Billionaires #2) (11 page)

Her indrawn breath is sexy as hell. I can tell she's remembering too, the erotic commands that had brought us both so much pleasure. She'd always been slightly bashful but so eager to touch, to learn. We'd never had much time together without one of our parents coming home but I'd made damn good use of the time we'd had.
 

"Do you remember all those study sessions?" I'd climbed under her skirt while she was studying many times, using my teeth to pull her little panties to the side.
 

She bites her lip. "Yeah. Not that I got much studying done. Or that time when you were supposed to be helping me wash the dishes." Her eyes heat. "It took forever to clean up all that water."

I chuckle, remembering how I'd fucked her from behind as she clung to the counter for support.
 
I close my eyes, the memory of her hot little moans as vivid as the day it had happened. Rissa had always been so tight, like she was made just for me. She'd clamped around me so hard that I'd sworn I was seeing stars and when she'd finally come, she'd splashed her hands down into the sink throwing water everywhere.
 

“All that passion, all that heat doesn't just disappear. I've missed you, Rissa."

"I've missed you too. But I'm not sure that it makes sense to try again. A lot of time has passed. And I work for you now."

"Fuck it, you're fired."

She bursts into laughter and then rests her fists on my chest. "I'll think about it, okay?"

It's not the enthusiastic agreement I was hoping for but it's a chance.
 

"Good. I'll drive you home."

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When we pull up in front of Rissa's place, there is a light on in the window. A dark shadow passes by and then the curtains move.

"Do you have a roommate?"

Rissa shakes her head. "No, I live alone."

"We should call the cops." I pick up my phone but just as I do the front door opens. It's dark but I recognize the silhouette anyway.

"What the hell is Andrew doing in your house? I thought you said he gave it to you?"

"He did. He's not supposed to be here." Rissa shoves the door open angrily and hops out before I can stop her.

Fuck
. I grab my cane and follow her out. There's no way in hell I'm leaving her alone with him. She's mine now and it's time Carrington accepts it.
 

They're so busy arguing that they don't even notice when I walk up.
 

"Rissa, come on. You can just stay with me tonight."

Andrew looks over at me and when recognition dawns, his face twists into a sneer. "Marshall. I knew it."

Rissa is so angry that she's shaking. "It's none of your business, Andy. You aren't supposed to be here. That was our deal."

Andrew grits his teeth and looks over at me again. "It didn't take you long to replace me, did it? You fucking slut.
I knew there was someone else.
"

The rage in his voice triggers something in me. The way he's looking at her and talking to her makes me want to punch him in the throat. Especially since Rissa doesn't look at all surprised by the way he's acting. I don't care if he's pissed that I'm here or not. He'd better not ever talk to her like that in front of me.
 

"Yeah, there's someone else. You didn't deserve her anyway and we both know it. Now back away from her." My hand tightens on the head of my cane and his eyes are drawn to it.

"What happened to you?"
 
I can tell he's trying to estimate just how much of a threat I am with a bad leg.
 

I lift the cane and swing it around once. He has to take a step back to avoid getting nailed in the face. "War happened to me."

Our eyes meet and something in my face must let him know that a bad leg isn't going to save him from the beat down the rest of me would give him.
 

When his eyes come back to mine, I smile. He glances over at Rissa. She's moved behind me.
 

I hold out my hand to her. "Go back and sit in the car with Jonah, angel. I'll be there in a minute."

As she walks back down the driveway, Jonah steps out and opens the door for her. Andrew watches with rage filled eyes and then he looks back at me. Then his eyes dart back over to the Bentley at the curb.

Yeah, I'm here and I've got money too.
 

"Rissa told me that you'd given her the house as an incentive not to talk about you to the press. But hear me now, I have no such incentive. And if I see you near her again, talking will be the least of what I'll do to you."

"You're trash. You've always been trash and I don't know what you've gotten into lately," he gestures at the car, "but you'll still be trash when that finally runs out. Rissa knows that and I do too."

I chuckle. "What I'm into? It's called having a wealthy father with a guilt complex. I guess you'd know all about that. And it'll be hard for me to run out of billions but I'll certainly give it a try. Maybe I'll start by buying the biggest engagement ring out there and putting it on Rissa's finger. Either way,
stay away from her.
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I turn and walk down the drive. Jonah holds the door open so I can climb in next to Rissa. When we pull off, Andrew is still standing out front staring at us.

Rissa turns to me. "Why did you tell him that? That there was someone else. Now he'll think that we're … It'll only make things worse. He'll never leave now."

"It doesn't matter if he does because I wouldn't let you go back there anyway. The man is obsessed with you. Not that I can blame him since I am, too. We have a lot more in common than I would have ever thought."

She lets out a sigh. It sounds so defeated that it hits me right in the middle of the chest. "Don't say that. You are
nothing
like Andrew."

"It's true. Not that I want to claim anything in common with that bastard but I understand exactly what's going on here. I know what it's like to be consumed by thoughts of you and because I do, I can't let you go back to that house. There's a reason he told you to stay there and it's not just to keep you quiet. It's to keep you under his control."

"So now I'm going to stay at your house and be under
your
control?" Her eyes flash in the dim lights of the streetlamps as we travel over the quiet streets.

"Haven't you learned by now that if there's anyone in control between the two of us, it isn't me? You have the reins here, Rissa. You always have."

She trembles as she absorbs my words. I pull her closer and she tucks into my chest burying her face into my shirt. I run a hand up and down her back, until her shivers stop. After a few minutes, she lets out a soft sigh and I look down to see that she's asleep.
 

"I told him all that angel, because it's true. You are mine now." I look out the window, allowing the words to resonate in my soul as I speak them out loud. "And I'll never let you go."

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The pain starts before I even open my eyes. It’s all over me, slicing through my bones and brings me from dreams to reality in an instant. It’s raining outside. I don’t even need to get up and check. This bum leg of mine is better than any meteorologist at predicting the weather.
 

Placing one hand on the mattress beside me, I push over onto my side and breathe shallowly through my mouth. I can tell already that this is going to be a rough day. When it starts this early, it’s always a rough day. I glance at the clock. It's three in the morning. I didn't even sleep for two hours this time.
 

After our midnight tussle with Andrew, I brought Rissa straight upstairs and got her settled. I'd made a joke that at least the guest room was clean now.
 

Rissa had just laughed. "Well, at least I know that for sure."

She was so tired that she didn't even chide me when I helped her out of her clothes so she could sleep more comfortably. She'd just sat there as malleable as a child as I drew her T-shirt over her head and helped her out of her jeans. She wasn't trying to entice me and her lingerie was just plain white cotton. Nothing seductive. But the sight of her rounded curves in the plain cotton was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
 

If she hadn't been tired, I'm sure she'd have noticed my erection pressing against the front of my slacks but she just curled up on the pillow. Then she'd placed her hands under her cheek and gone right to sleep. So trusting. Especially after the restrained violence of the scene with Andrew, it was an honor that she trusted me that much.
 

I walk slowly toward the bathroom. By the time I get there, I’m already a little shaky and slightly nauseated. My stomach rolls as I toss back four pills with a cup of water. If Rissa weren't here, I’d take a few more and spend the day in a blissful fog but the idea of her seeing me like that … No, that’s not something I ever want her to see. For some reason she still looks at me like I’m some kind of hero and I’m not ready to see that change.
 

That’ll change soon enough when she realizes that you aren’t really a good guy. That you weren’t seeking her out just to punish her. You wanted to ruin her the way she ruined you.
 

Even my own conscience isn’t on my side this morning since the plan that seemed completely logical a month ago seems pretty twisted right now. I stay just like that, breathing in until I feel a warm wave pass through me. The pills are working.
 

"Finn?"

The voice comes from my room. I walk out of the bathroom to see Rissa standing in the doorway. She's pulled her T-shirt back on but it's not really meant to be worn alone so a shocking amount of leg is exposed. Her arms are around her middle and she looks so lost standing there.
 

"You can't sleep?"

She shakes her head. "What about you?"

I point down to my leg. "Just the usual. My leg was bothering me so I had to take some medicine."

She takes a step forward and then halts, like she's just realized that she's in my room. Her eyes meet mine and I know she's remembering what happened the last time she came in here. But that seems like a lifetime ago and I don't want her to have even a moment of hesitation around me. She should never worry or fear when she's in my presence. I want her to always know that. I love her too much to ever cause her to look the way she did tonight.

It should scare the shit out of me, this knowledge that I love her still. But I think I've always known it was true. I just couldn't deal with it before.
 

"I won't do anything to you, angel. You can come in."

She steps closer and the light from the open window illuminates things just enough that I can see the raw desire on her face. "What if I want you to? Would you do something then?"

"Don't tease me. I don't have much self-control when it comes to you and the little bit I have has been used up trying to keep my hands off you these past few days."

"Stop trying," she whispers. Then her hands are in my hair and her mouth is on mine.

My mind goes blank and all I can do is feel. The pain in my leg fades from my awareness as I'm suddenly completely occupied with the soft, warm curves pressing against my chest.
 

"Hold on to me."

She wraps her arms around my neck obediently and I march her backward toward the bed. The entire time her mouth is on my neck, my ear and then she's tugging at my T-shirt. Urgency pushes us on, as if we have to do it all, touch it all before our time runs out.
 

We fall on the bed and I roll so she's on top. It takes the pressure off my leg so I can focus on the most important thing which is pleasuring her. I push her T-shirt up but she surprises me when she reaches down and drags it over her head. She must have taken her bra off sometime during the night because she's completely nude underneath.

Holy hell, I had no idea she didn't have panties on under the short shirt either. My dick jumps to attention beneath her. She looks down in surprise. "I guess you liked that, huh?"

"I like you. Everything about you."

"But I'm willing to bet you're pretty partial to these." She cups her full breasts and lifts them to me like an offering. My mouth instantly goes dry. She's always known that I lose all reason when it comes to her breasts. Just a peek at her cleavage was enough to give me an instant hard-on as a teenager. The man doesn't have any chance at resisting them either because Rissa has filled out even more since then. Her curves overflow her small hands and when she leans over me, her breasts dangle like ripe fruit.
 

"You're drooling, Finn."

"Come here." I plant both of my hands on her ass and drag her up my chest. She squeals but grabs on to the headboard as I position her over my face. Then she sighs when I lick the soft lips of her sex, fluttering my tongue over her little clit. Her soft moans spur me on until I have my tongue buried inside her and she's riding my face.
 

"Finn!"

I can tell by her soft cries and the way she's gyrating over my lips that she's close. But it's not enough for her to be close, she needs to be frantic. She needs to be lost in what I make her feel. This was the one thing that was always right between us. The connection I feel to her when I make love to her is so potent, it's always seemed fated.
 

I clasp her bottom firmly with one hand and then use the other to thumb her nipple. Her breasts are so sensitive, they always have been. She tenses and then cries out, her pussy tightening around my tongue. Nothing has ever made me feel more like a man than the privilege of being the one who puts this look on her face.
 

She rolls to the side, taking big gasping breaths. When she opens her eyes finally, her lashes are wet from her tears.
 

"I love doing that. I love seeing you come apart."