Covet (Sinful Secrets 3)

ng T-Rexed.”

“What’s that?” I giggle.

“You’ll see.”

“I’m still calling you the Carnegie.”

“You know what I’ll call you?”

I shake my head, and he grins. “My wife.”

* * *

Declan

It’s good. It’s really fucking good. I’m surprised how good it is—and also kind of not, because…it’s Finley. Finley is the embodiment of good. She’s where good goes to learn to be better and where bad goes to shrivel in the light.

It’s been three months and two weeks now since she joined me in Washington. Today, we closed on a house in Seattle. Because I’m getting traded to the Mariners. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. But I’m already throwing almost just like last season. I can’t do it too much yet, and the Mariners don’t want to see me throw for at least four or five more months…but they agreed to take me, take the risk. If the contract’s any indication, they even wanted me.

After we close on the house, we eat at a sushi place, and Finley fucking loves it.

“Water dino’s all about the fish, huh?”

She laughs, and I watch her while I eat. She hasn’t changed hardly at all since getting to the States and meeting people, making friends. I’m surprised at how relieved I am. She still wears her red hair long, down past her shoulders. The only difference is, here in Seattle, it sticks out more—because it’s so damn beautiful. She’s not into makeup, although she did buy some; she wore the lipstick once to make red rings around my cock. She is pretty into clothes, but I’m not shocked at that. She likes the flowy dresses and those wooden bead bracelets and big straw hats. She got her first cell phone recently, and she’s obsessed with the camera. Yesterday she said she wants to start an Instagram.

I can tell I’m getting stronger on the laundry list of supplements and witchery Finley’s got me taking, because when we go out, I’ve started getting recognized. A lot. I’ve bulked up enough now so I look like Homer again.

People keep asking why I’m not playing this season. I got suspended for the first few games for being in a “sex tape” that also showed me with a syringe, but I think everybody thought I’d be back after. I tell them I’m taking some time with my new wife.

Yeah. We did that. Right after we put the offer in on the house, we stopped by the courthouse. Finley wore a floppy hat. I’m stuck in button-ups because of my shoulders…but she says she likes that. We got a wedding picture with her new phone, and afterward, we went for a walk down by the waterfront.

That’s when I caught her looking at the ocean.

“What do you think about the city? You like it?” I asked her.

“I adore it. It’s so…fun. And busy. Happy.”

“You think you could feel relaxed here?”

She grinned. “Beneath the covers with you.”

But…I don’t know. It’s awfully busy here, and I don’t know if I want to live in town fulltime. The cabin’s too far to be used for more than a weekend getaway once ball starts. So I’ve got a surprise for her.

After we finish up our sushi and we climb into Finley’s new Lexus, I give her a grin, and she knows something’s up.

“What are you smiling that way for?”

“What way?”

“Like you’ve got wicked plans.”

I laugh. “I’m surprised you have to ask.”

She shakes her head and covers her face, and I start us up I-5.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Where do you want to go?”