“Are you at least going to give me a ride back to the lodge?”
Julian’s eyebrow raised. “You’re staying at Rockley Lodge? That’s where I’m headed. I’ll give you a ride. No problem.”
After they were gone, I thanked Janine and Rolly and made my way to the interrogation room which was still closed. When I opened the door, I saw Finn asleep with his head on his crossed arms on the table.
I closed the door quietly behind me and approached him, squatting down and running my hand through his hair.
“Hey, tough guy. You’ve been sprung from the clink,” I said softly.
Finn blinked his eyes open. His makeup had worn off enough for me to see the dark scrape still healing on his cheek from the rock face incident the other day and a new bruise forming around one of his eyes from a punch Kix had obviously landed before I got there.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked in a whisper. His worried green eyes were a knife to my heart.
My heart flooded with affection. “No, sweetheart. I’m so fucking proud of you. When I showed up on set, it looked like you were standing up for yourself. And then with Kix… I don’t know what he said to you, but I could tell it upset you. I don’t agree with punching the guy, but again, it looks like you were defending yourself. I wouldn’t have wanted you to sit there and take it. I only wish I’d come out quick enough to get him to back off before it turned physical.”
“He said some bad stuff. About me. About my mom. And he thought I was being too sensitive about the house party thing. He’s… it’s a long story, and I just want to be done with him. We were friends for a long time. At least, I used to think we were friends. But I see it very differently now.”
I got the impression the little punk had used Finn, but I didn’t want to say anything when I truly didn’t know the full story. Hopefully, Finn would tell it to me in time, but tonight he looked too worn-out for much more than sleep.
“Come on,” I said, standing up and pulling him out of the chair. “You’re coming back to my place tonight. I assume your mom is still at the chalet.”
Instead of following me to the door of the interrogation room, Finn pulled my hand until I’d turned to face him, and then he walked right into my arms.
I held on tightly to this man I’d completely misjudged. The man who was trying so hard to figure out who he was and who he wanted to be in this big bad world.
The man who was damned near close to stealing my heart completely out of my chest and taking it back with him to California forever.
20
Finn
I fell asleep resembling an empty husk, but somehow, I woke up feeling whole again. Energized and empowered. Letting go of my unhealthy relationship with Kix was more freeing than I expected. And waking up with a hard cock riding through the cleft of my ass wasn’t bad either.
“Fuck me,” I said excitedly. “Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.”
“Mpfh.”
He wasn’t awake yet, but his hands were all over me, I reached back and squeezed his ass. “Or I can fuck you. Either way. Someone needs to be fucked.”
“Ngh.”
The prickly scruff of his beard scraped against my shoulder as his lips nibbled a path up to my neck and behind my ear. Just his presence in the room made me hard, but this? The humping and growling? This made me short of breath and slutty.
“Okay, me. I’ll be the one fucked. You’ll be the one fucking. Where are the condoms?” I was talking to myself. Declan was way too busy getting handsy. His fingers were down the front of my underwear. I couldn’t think with his hand on my dick.
“Con… condoms,” I tried again. My brain very helpfully supplied the image of a clean sheet of white paper. “You’re not helping,” I told it, exasperated as hell.
“Stroking your dick isn’t helping?” he grumbled into the hot skin of my neck.
“Oh Jesus Christ,” I said on a gasp. My dick was leaking now. I needed him inside me before that voice brought me off prematurely. “You’re not helping either.”
I pressed back against his cock with my ass and tried reaching for the nightstand with my hand. The result was an unsuccessful Gumby maneuver. “Fuck.”
Declan’s rumble of laughter made me feel like I was flying. How was it possible to go from such a low yesterday to such a high this morning?
Declan. That was how.
“I can’t… you have to let me get… oh god, more. More of that. Squeeze… just like that. Fuck.” I’d forgotten all about the condom. His hand was magical.