He always had, hadn’t he?
The most powerful force ripped through my entire body as I shook and quaked, going right over the edge and crying out his name.
Finn gripped my hips hard. Thrusting one more time.
And that was all it took.
He followed me into oblivion.
In this moment, I knew that I’d never feel anything like this with anyone else.
And I didn’t know how to feel about that.
twenty-one
Finn
We’d headed over to have Thanksgiving dinner at Georgia and Maddox’s house, and we’d been late, so everyone gave us a hard time.
“Neither of you had to work today, so why are you late?” Cage eyed me suspiciously.
“Stop giving them a hard time. They’re here, aren’t they?” Georgia said as she hugged me and then moved to wrap her arms around Reese.
“We aren’t that late,” I said with annoyance because Reese couldn’t seem to form a sentence without turning bright red, which made me the only one able to defend us.
“I mean, it’s fine. But you are an hour late. We made it here from New York before you made it a few blocks from your house.” Brinkley chuckled.
I was still making my way through the kitchen, hugging everyone, and Cage was not going to let it go.
“We do have a five-year-old to think of,” my oldest brother grumped.
“I’m not hungry because Grammie gave me lots of snacks. But Daddy wants the turkey real bad.” Gracie jumped into my arms, and I hugged her.
“You’re fine, brother. The bird is still in the oven.” Hugh pulled me in next.
Dylan walked toward me, her round belly leading the way. I’d been thrilled that my cousin and her husband were joining us this year. The rest of the Thomas family were all in Honey Mountain, but these two owned a hockey team, and they had a home game tomorrow, so they’d decided to stay in the city where they lived. Wolf didn’t want her traveling that far for one day just to eat turkey, as apparently, getting around was getting tough on her, being so pregnant.
“If you’d been any later, I’d be holding baby Hugh in my hands.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and her belly stood between us. She was naming her firstborn after my baby brother, Hugh, as they’d always been really close. We’d all been surprised when she’d gotten pregnant because Dylan and I had always been the two that said we’d be content just being great aunts and uncles. And now here she was, getting ready to be a mama. I knew she’d be amazing because she and Wolf loved each other fiercely.
“Sorry about that. We had an issue with the horses,” I said, completely lying because everyone was watching me.
So, condom-free sex was my new favorite thing. I couldn’t get enough of Reese or the feel of her without anything between us.
We had checked on the horses just before we were getting ready to leave, but when she’d bent over in the barn, wearing those tight jeans and her cowboy boots, I couldn’t wait another second. I had to have her. So, we’d gone at it in an empty stall, which required another visit to the house, because we’d both had hay in areas where hay should never be.
“Oh, no, were the horses okay?” Georgia asked, because she completely believed my bullshit story.
Brinkley’s eyes locked with mine, and she smirked. She was watching me like she’d just solved a murder mystery. I looked away quickly as I hugged Wolf, and my mother handed me a beer and winked.
“Hey, I need you for a minute.” Brinkley glanced around to make sure no one was paying us any attention as she motioned for me to follow.
She stopped in front of the hall closet and opened the door and shoved me inside. Georgia and Maddox’s house was custom-built, and of course, they had a window in their oversized hall closet with views of the ocean in the distance. It provided enough light to see one another, and I crossed my arms over my chest.
“What are we doing in here, Brinks?”
“What’s going on, Finny?” She raised a brow, and I knew she was counting down in her head because she was not a patient woman. She’d give me a short time to answer before she started her torture tactics.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She reached up and pinched my upper arm so hard, I squealed. “Ouch. What the hell was that for?”
“Stop being a baby. And don’t you dare offend me by lying. I wasn’t born yesterday, you bastard.”
I rubbed at my sore arm and gaped at her. “None of us were. That makes no sense.”