Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)
“Oh God, Rory. Feels so perfect. So amazingly perfect.”
If my head hadn’t been spinning in pure delight I might have been able to speak, but it was. The only thing I could do was revel in the feeling of Finn buried so deep inside of me I was sure we would stay like that forever.
The familiar buildup slowly moved through my body before it settled between my legs. Wrapping my legs tightly around him, I called out his name. He let go of my hands and cupped my face. His eyes captured mine as he pushed in and his whole body trembled against mine.
I burned the moment into my memory. Forever remembering him whispering my name against my lips.
Chapter 38
Finn
Camping, Finn style
The sound of Rory’s soft breathing should have lulled me to sleep, but instead it kept me awake. My mind raced over the last few hours. Something wasn’t right; I could feel it in my bones. She refused to talk about what her father had said, even though she’d cried herself to fucking sleep in my car on the way here.
A small whimper escaped her lips. I drew her in closer to me and held her tight. She immediately settled back into the rhythmic breathing pattern.
Burying my face in her hair, I took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “I love you, Rory. I’ll always love you.”
She grabbed my arm and softly replied, “Finn.”
My mind raced for another hour before I finally settled it and drifted off to sleep, with Rory safely in my arms.
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My eyes snapped open, and I was greeted with the most stunning blue eyes staring at me.
“Good morning, baby.”
With a smile, she leaned in and kissed my lips. “Do you have any idea how cute you are when you’re sleeping?”
Pinching my brows, I asked, “Cute? You describe Flash as being cute. Not the man who made passionate love to you last night in a tent.”
With a giggle, she nodded. “That’s true. How about if I say handsome?”
“Handsome I’ll take. Cute not so much.”
Her smile grew bigger. Leaning closer to her, I kissed her. “Morning breath,” she mumbled against my lips.
Rolling her onto her back, I pressed my cock to her entrance, then slowly slipped inside of her. She moaned when I kissed her again. Her hands laced through my hair and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Arching her back, she took me in deeper. The feel of being inside of Rory was one I would never get used to. It was like a drug. The more I experienced it, the more I had to have it.
We reached our orgasms together, silently whispering each other’s name. Every time with her felt like the first time.
Once I stopped moving, I leaned my forehead against hers. “My new favorite place to be is inside of you.”
Her eyes glassed over with tears. “That’s my favorite place for you to be too.”
With a smile, she asked, “You didn’t happen to stash me a change of clothes, did you?”
“I did. I wasn’t sure what to bring, so I brought everything you had at my place.” I winked and slowly pulled out of her. Reaching for a towel, I quickly cleaned myself and then gently took care of her.
She laughed and leaned up on her elbows. “Finn, last night was one of the most magical nights of my life. Nothing will ever top it.”
“Hell, I hope that’s not true. I have a few things up my sleeve yet.”
Her smile faded for a quick second before she wiggled her eyebrows. “Will they involve me starting off my morning like I did this one?”
Slipping a pair of jeans on, I crawled onto the mattress. It caved in a little, so I made a note to myself to fill it up with more air. “You better believe they will, Éan. Now come on, get dressed—we’re late for breakfast.”