But seeing him dote on little Gracie—well, that was hitting me with all the feels. Hell, my ovaries were getting in on the celebration. Finn would make a great dad if he had any desire to actually be in a real relationship. But he’d always said he was content being an uncle.
I couldn’t imagine not being a mama, and I knew my biological clock was ticking. The fear in the back of my mind that the chemo may have hurt my chances and that I wouldn’t ever get pregnant was there, but I always tried to push it away. My doctor said there was a very good chance I’d be fine. I was open to adopting, as well, if it wasn’t in the cards for me.
It’s funny, my being diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma left me feeling an urgency about motherhood. But that was around the time that Finn started saying he’d never get married or have kids. Trauma does different things to different people, I guess. Carl had always said he wanted us to start a family as soon as we were married. We’d always been on the same page.
I shook myself from my thoughts when Finn handed me a piece of cake.
“Let’s take some home so I can cover your tits with icing and take my time cleaning you up,” he whispered close to my ear again.
Damn it. I was getting all sweaty and flustered.
He devoured his cake quickly and then stared at me as I scooped the icing onto my fork and popped it into my mouth.
“The sun is going to set soon. If you want to ride, we need to get going.” He raised a brow.
Cage laughed so loudly that it startled everyone. “It’s two o’clock in the afternoon. The sun’s got a while, brother. But you two better run along before you lose daylight.”
He oozed sarcasm, and everyone laughed, though they looked completely confused by the conversation.
I was scooping some more icing onto my fork when Finn jumped to his feet. “Love you all. We’re out of here.”
Finn rolled his eyes when I made my way around the table to hug everyone goodbye.
When did he get so impatient?
And why was I suddenly nervous?
We stepped out of The Tipsy Tea and headed to his truck. Once he got into the driver’s seat and we were pulling away from the curb, I turned to face him.
“What was that about? Where’s the fire?” I said over my laughter.
“The fire? It’s in my fucking pants, Miney. I need to be inside you right now. I can’t wait one more minute. And if you keep looking over at me with those gorgeous green eyes, I’ll pull this truck over and fuck you right here in the cab. Give the whole town something to talk about.”
My jaw dropped, my mouth hanging open as my heart raced so fast that I was certain he could hear it.
This was really happening.
I’d never had anyone want me the way Finn wanted me.
And I liked it.
A lot.
“Well, I suggest you get us home quickly, then. Show me what I’ve been missing.”
“That’s exactly what I plan to do.”
He hit the gas, and I jolted forward a bit. “Buckle up, Miney. You’re in for a good time.”
My head fell back in laughter because I was already having a good time.
These last few weeks had been the best I’d had in a long time.
And I couldn’t wait to see what would happen once we got home.
nineteen
Finn
We were all over one another the minute we’d hurried into the house. I had her dress off of her and had dropped it somewhere on the floor leading to my bedroom. She shoved my shirt up and over my head, and I picked her up, her lean legs wrapping around my waist as I started running to the bedroom.
Laughter filled the air around us as her head fell back, and I continued to haul ass to get her to my room. I couldn’t get there fast enough.
Had I ever wanted a woman more?
Never. Nothing close to this.
I tossed her onto the bed, her light brown hair falling all around her. She smiled up at me, her perfect tits covered in pink lace, matching the thong I was dying to peel off her.
“You really want me, don’t you, Finn Reynolds?”
I kicked off my shoes and pushed my jeans down my legs, tugging my boxer briefs down along with them. I kicked my clothing out of the way and turned to face her. My dick had never been more eager, and it was about time she understood how badly I wanted her.
“What do you think?”
“Wow.” Her tongue moved back and forth across her bottom lip, making me even harder. I wanted to taste her, have her lips around my cock again, but right now, I needed to be inside her.
To feel her tighten around me.
To hear her cry out my name when I took her over the edge.