Finn (Dirty Misfits MC Book 6)

Her skin puckered my own as I raked my teeth along her lower lip. The way she moaned down the back of my throat stiffened my cock, but the way she wrapped those long legs of hers around my waist caused me to pull it out. I needed her. I wanted her in more ways than I could count. And as one of my hands stroked my own dick with the precum dripping from its tip, my other hand slid up the outside of her thigh.

Causing her to sigh as her head fell back.

No words were spoken between us, and we didn’t need any, because the second she bucked against my hand as I cupped her clothed pussy I knew exactly where we were headed. With my cock standing tall and proud, I pulled her panties off to the side. I breathed the air she afforded me as my fingers dipped between her folds, parting them as her juices coated my skin.

And when the tip of my dick pressed against her swollen entrance, I knew I’d never go back.

Whatever hold this woman had over me, I never wanted it to end.

“Oh, my God. Finn. Holy shit.”

I pressed into her body, feeling her shiver as she clung to me. Her face buried itself into the crook of my neck as my hands fell to the hood of the car, propping myself up as my knees grew weak. I’d never had a woman make me feel that way before. I had never experienced that sensation.

That is, until Sloane’s walls clenched around me.

“Jesus,” I hissed.

She nibbled on my earlobe. “Fuck me, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

I gave into her command, snapping my hips against hers as she jumped against my body. Her tits pressed heatedly into my chest and I swore I felt her puckered peaks raking against my t-shirt. I growled before I bit into her neck, sucking at patches of skin that made her groan for more. And with every stroke of my dick, the walls of her pussy grew thicker.

Massaging me harder with every thrust.

“That’s it. Right there,” she said breathlessly.

I kissed her jawline. “Hang on tight.”

I stood upright and gripped her ass cheeks before I pulled her to the edge of the car. I pushed her downward, watching her back settle against the hood as the lights of the city glistening, as if to cheer us on. With her legs wrapped around me and my hands sliding up and down her torso, I squeezed her breasts and committed the feeling to memory.

Then, I grabbed her hips and pounded into her.

“Finn! My God!”

I growled with every thrust. “Just. Like. That.”

“Finn. Finn, oh please.”

I moved one of my hands and pressed my thumb between her soaked pussy lips. “That’s it. Say my name. Cry it out for the world to hear.”

Her back arched when I found her clit. “Holy hell!”

“That’s not my name,” I grumbled.

She moaned so sweetly that I almost burst right then and there. “Finn, just like that. Don’t–don’t ever stop.”

The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the spaces between us and the more she called out my name, the more it echoed off the trees surrounding us. Every time my voice echoed back to me, it caused me to fuck her harder, until the car physically moved beneath us every time our hips met. I’d never felt so fulfilled in all my life. Her body fit mine like a glove, and watching her skin flush with evidence of our carnal desires only spurred me on. Her juices dripped down my ballsack. Her back arched as her clothed tits bounced for my viewing pleasure. And as I reached down, unzipping her crop top, they came flying out.

Which caused me to bend over and suckle on those peaks of hers.

“Yes!” she cried out.

Her hands flew to my hair as I marked her breasts. “Perfect. You’re just fucking perfection.”

I lost myself in her. I lost myself in the softness and the wetness and the sheer need of what we were doing. We created our own source of heat as sweat dripped down my back. I felt her pussy slowly caving to me as my thumb worked her swollen little clit. And with every swipe of my thumb over its quivering tip, she jumped.

Which tugged me closer to my own end.

“Fuck. That’s it. That’s the spot. I’m so close. I’m so close. Finn, please. Don’t stop. Whatever you do, just–.”

I crashed my lips against hers and swallowed her sounds. I didn’t want anyone to bear witness to what was about to happen between us. Not because I was ashamed, though, but because it was only for my pleasure.

It was only for my ears, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna share this moment with anyone else but her.

Her entire body tightened against mine and her pussy clamped down around my cock. My hips stuttered as her pussy pulled me deeper, sucking me dry as my balls curled up into my body. I dropped down against her, my body collapsing from the sheer exhaustion of falling helplessly into her. And as my cock coated her walls, the world spun around me.

I’d never orgasmed so hard in all my life.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered against the crook of my neck.

She chanted my name like a whispered prayer and it pulled a smile across my face. I fell limp against her, wanting nothing more than to stay like this for the rest of the night. I wanted to take her any which way she’d allow me. I wanted to mark this place with her scent and our memories before taking her back to the hotel room and bedding her right where we fought all the fucking time.

What the hell was it about this woman that I couldn’t shake?

“Uh, Finn?” Sloane asked.

I cleared my throat. “Yep.”

She snickered. “I kind of, uh, need to clean up a bit.”

I chuckled as I pushed myself upright. “By all means, do what you have to do.”

Piecing ourselves back together was just as awkward as one would think, but once we were done we climbed back into the car. No, really, we climbed into the backseat and she snuggled against me as if we were laying in bed after the throes of passion. It shocked me at first, feeling her wiggle against me. She tossed her legs into my lap and laid her head on my shoulder, and it was the most peaceful I’d ever felt.

I stroked my fingers through her hair as I gazed down at the world below us, wondering if this was a one-time thing or an all-the-time kind of thing.

“Sloane?”

She drew in a deep breath. “Mhm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

She giggled. “Since when do you ask before you ask?”

I kissed the top of her head. “Since now.”

She kissed the crook of my neck. “All right, shoot. What’s on your mind?”

I chose my words carefully. “What you said to Beth–you know, about being where she is right now–was that true? Or, did you say that to her to try and connect with her?”

She stayed silent for a little while before she responded. “No, it’s true.”

I felt her jaw trembling against my shoulder and I steeled myself against my own emotions. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. “It is what it is.”

But, her jaw didn’t stop shaking. So, I wrapped her up as tightly as I could and pulled her into my lap just to get her a little bit closer.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked softly.

Sloane sighed. “I mean, what’s there to talk about? After Summer left, I went through a rebellious stage. I acted out just about as much as I could in order to justify how my parents treated me on a daily basis, and I guess looking back I had hoped that I’d be such a terrible kid that they’d send me to wherever the hell they sent Summer. At least, that’s what I thought at the time. I never actually thought my own sister would leave me behind with those two.”

I settled my cheek against her forehead. “Is that why you got so upset when I asked you to leave your sister alone?”

She sniffled and the sound broke my heart. “Yeah.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry for that. Had I known–.”

She shook her head. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. You had no way of knowing.”

I figured she was done talking after that, but to my surprise she continued.

“During this rebellious stage I ended up befriending the wrong kinds of people. They were people my parents would say were from the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. They did drugs, and believe me I’ve tried them all at least once. At one point in time, I was even selling them to students at the high school just to make enough money so I could go searching for Summer. I missed my sister more than I could stand, but what I missed more was the way she used to throw herself in front of me when Mom and Dad got bad. I never even knew half of the shit they were capable of until Summer left and I was the only remaining punching bag.”

“Fucking hell,” I murmured.

She shook her head. “Don’t get me wrong, they aren’t like that now. I guess losing both of their daughters drove them to therapy, and they’re on the up and up. So much so that I actually have family dinners with them once a month.”

“That’s good, I guess.”

She shrugged. “It’s not everyone’s thing, but I believe in redemption. I believe in second chances if people are serious about really giving it a second chance and not simply going back to their old ways. But, when I was younger, all I could think about was finding enough money so I could drop out of school, pack up, and go find my sister so we could be happy again. And of course, as you can probably imagine, it didn’t take long to jump from selling drugs to selling my body. I made more money that way, so it made sense. Right?”

It made me sick to my stomach to think about. “How old were you?”

Her sigh told me everything I needed to know. “Fifteen, at the time.”

I clenched my jaw. “I’m so fucking sorry, Sloane.”

She released the tension in her body and rested fully against me. “My best friend at the time, Maria, was the one that really talked me into it. She told me of this thing she was doing where her guy friends would protect her while she was working and nothing bad ever happened to her. She did things that made her feel good and she got paid for it. It sounded like the dream, you know? But, after my first client–who was a much older man than myself–I panicked and sort of had a breakdown and this “friend” that was supposed to be protecting me literally beat the breakdown right out of me.”

My arms clenched around her. “What I wouldn’t do to all of them if they were here right now.”

She snickered. “No fucking kidding. After that happened, though, I stopped hanging around with them. I hid away in my room and when my parents bothered me, I made sure to cover up the bruises with my clothes. It wasn’t until after I graduated that I heard that Maria had been forced into prostitution by the same guy that beat me to a pulp. And I told myself that I’d do whatever I could to get her out of that situation.”

“Is that why you became a cop?”

She nodded. “It’s exactly why. And just after I landed my first gig, Maria called me out of the blue and begged me while crying over the phone to help get her out. That’s where my interest in this particular line of work came from. I wanted to be the one helping other women get out of these types of situations.”

And finally, it clicked. “That’s why you want Summer and Cheyenne out of here so badly.”

She peered up at me. “Exactly. I don’t want either of them to end up where I have already been. I never want either of them to be near these experiences, much less have experiences of their own.”

I gazed into her eyes. “I’m so sorry for all you’ve struggled with all of these years by yourself. But, you aren’t alone. Not anymore. Not as long as you have me. All right?”

The second that tear trickled down her cheeks, the sobs followed right behind. I tucked her face against the crook of my neck as she drenched my shoulder with her tears and I held her as tightly as she could stand. I would have given anything to have taken her pain away. I would have given anything–sworn my soul to any demon–just to shoulder her pain so she didn’t have to feel like that.

Not feasible, obviously. So, I did the next best thing.

I made her a promise.

“No matter what, Sloane, you have my word that I will personally make sure that never happens again. To you, or to Summer, or to Cheyenne. And I’m most certainly a man of my word.”

She drew in broken breaths. “I–can’t–lose–them. Please, I just–can’t–do it–again.”

“Sh sh sh sh sh,” I said softly, “I won’t let that happen. I’ll do whatever you need me to do in order to make sure they are both safe. Okay?”

And as I held her tightly against me in the back of some bullshit rental car, only one thought crossed my mind.

Even if it means my life, Sloane, I’ll make sure your family is okay.