Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

My breast hit the cold granite counter and my libido was instantly kicked up ten notches.

“Yes. Finn, yes!”

He pushed in and fucked me hard and fast. It wasn’t long before his name fell from my lips and he poured himself into me.

My father’s voice on the other side of the door jerked me from my daydream.

“Leaving in five minutes, with or without you, Rory.”

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I inhaled deeply as I made my way into the giant ballroom. My parents had ended up leaving before me. My little crying jag forced me to redo my makeup, and my father refused to be late.

Our eyes met and cut a path across the room. Heat instantly swept over my body, yet I shivered when he smiled. I’d never had a man look at me the way Finn did.

He slowly made his way across the room before stopping directly in front of me.

“My God,” he whispered as he let his eyes roam my entire body. “You look beautiful, Rory.”

Butterflies took flight in my stomach, and I’m pretty sure I had to force myself to breathe while I gazed at him in his formal dress uniform. With a slight grin, I replied, “And you, Mr. Ward, look devilishly handsome.”

He laughed as he clasped my hand and led me to the dance floor. “An appropriate use of words.”

He took me in his arms, and we started dancing. I lifted my brows and asked, “Why is that?”

His tongue swept across his lips, causing my lower stomach to tug with desire. “The things I’m thinking I’m going to do to you tonight would have me on the naughty list for sure.”

With a chuckle, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Care to share?”

“Yes, care to share my daughter with me, Ward?”

Finn immediately dropped his hold on me and took a step back. Little did I know this moment was going to shape the coming days.

Chapter 35

Finn

No more hiding

My heart jumped the moment I heard Captain Adams’s voice. Then it sunk in: I realized Rory hadn’t told him about us yet.

With a quick glance over my shoulder to look back at Rory and her dad, I made my way to the bar.

“Hey there, handsome, what can I get ya?”

I forced a smile and answered the blond bartender. “Jack and Coke please.”

Turning, she quickly got to making my drink, set it in front of me, then laughed. “You look like your dog just died.”

With a fake chuckle, I shook my head. “Nah. Just my girlfriend’s father hates me.”

Her left brow raised. “Really? Seems to me like you need to convince him to like you.”

“I left out a part. He’s my boss.”

She crinkled her nose and said, “Yikes. That’s gotta suck.”

This time the laugh was real. “Yeah, it do