Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

Finn laughed. “Nah. Don’t get me wrong, I love the city. But the country is where I want to live.”

His hand squeezed mine. “At least get out of Boston. Outside the city. Build a house on a few acres and raise a family.”

I couldn’t swallow from the lump in my throat. His thumb gently stroked the skin on my hand, sending wave after wave of longing through my body. “That sounds amazing.”

“What about you, Éan? Could you see yourself living in the country?”

Stopping, I turned to face him. “Yes, but only if I got to wake up to your kisses every morning.”

He drew me in closer to him. “I may have to take you up against one of these trees if you keep looking at me like that.”

My tongue ran along my lip. “I certainly wouldn’t argue. I can’t seem to get enough of you, Mr. Ward.”

His hand wrapped around my neck, drawing me in closer. My breath caught when his eyes met mine. “We’re here.”

I felt dizzy. His lips barely above mine. His hot breath tickling my senses, causing me to moan. “Where?” I softly asked.

“My favorite spot.”

I didn’t care where we were. All I wanted was to taste him against my mouth.

He must have sensed it, because he put his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he drew me in flush against his body. His hard-on pressed into my stomach. “Finn, I want you.”

His kisses moved from my lips down to my neck, sending goosebumps across my body. “Fucking hell, Rory. I want to fuck you so bad.”

His dirty words sent me into a frenzy. Every time we’d been together it had been passionate, but a part of me wanted something more raw. I wanted to feel how much he wanted me.

“Yes. Please, Finn. Fuck me.”

Lifting me into his arms, he walked a few steps farther, then stopped, put me down, and pushed me against a giant tree. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small creek meandering through the forest.

Finn’s spot.

He shoved his hands under the sweater I had borrowed from Angie, and groaned when he found I was braless. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, and I groaned. I needed to feel him.

My hands fumbled with his jeans as I fought to get them down far enough to release his dick. When it sprung free, I grabbed it and slowly moved my hand over it.

“Son-of-a-bitch, I’m so damn hard for you.”

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was groan, or moan, or make some sort of whimpering sound. His free hand expertly got my jeans unbuttoned and pushed down far enough to where he could slip his fingers inside my panties. I gasped when he slipped them inside of me.

“So fucking wet. Tell me what you want.”

There was no way I could have been breathing any harder. The idea of knowing Finn would take me against this tree, out in the open, did something to me. I liked it. I wanted more. I wanted the world to know I was his.

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.”

Finn wobbled some and had to grab onto the tree above my head to steady himself. “You talking dirty is a turn-on, Éan.”

Smiling, I squeezed his dick. He hissed, then gently bit my neck.

“Get these off, baby,” Finn whispered while trying to push my jeans all the way down. I got one foot out of a sneaker while he pulled the pant leg off. “Yes. That’s it!”

Finn lifted me, positioned himself at my entrance, and pushed in hard and fast. Gasping, I gripped his shoulders.

“Oh God!” I shouted.

He instantly stopped moving. “Did I hurt you?”