Page 140 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

“I’m right here, Finn,” he said, coming back down the aisle to her. “We’re home. You feel up to walking through everything that happened, or do you want me to take you home?”

“Which will get me fucked faster?” she said, yawning.

She opened her eyes fully to see Croft rubbing the bridge of his nose as his teammates stood behind him, trying hard not to laugh. The plane stopped, and Noah let down the stairwell. Finngot up to stretch and wrap her arms around Croft as her brother bounded into the plane.

Between Avery and John, they had called in a few favors and were met by a representative of the U.S. Customs Service, who checked all of their passports but Finn’s. They explained Finn had been the victim of a kidnapping, so she didn’t have her passport with her. The agent was very helpful and solicitous of Finn’s situation. The fact an official with France’s DGSI had reached out to them, combined with the reputation and past working relationships with the Wild Mustang team, seemed to be all the assurance he needed.

“Finn? You’re all right?” Reid said, dragging her into his embrace.

“I’m fine, Christian.”

“Why didn’t you wait for them? Why do you always have to be so gung-ho?”

“Christian, lighten up. Your sister is tired and has been through a lot. In answer to your question, babe, heading home,” Croft said.

That was all it took for the others who had been on the mission to France, including Finn, to laugh hysterically. Avery swatted Croft.

“What? She asked,” he said innocently, then addressed Finn. “Do you think we should get you looked over?”

“No, babe.” Finn leaned up to kiss him. “I’m fine. Springer backhanded me in the car a couple of times, but that’s the only time he touched me.” She had yet to decide whether to tell Croft, Springer had also paraded her around the outside of the house naked, and she had been groped a couple of times. She turned back to Christian. “I’m really beat, though, and I want to go home with Croft. Is it okay if we postpone our reunion until tomorrow? You’re okay, aren’t you?”

“I am. I’ve just been worried sick about you. I’m so sorry, Finn.”

“It’s fine, Christian.” She touched his arm and kissed his cheek. “We can all talk about it tomorrow. Right now, I just want to go home, take a nice hot shower, and crawl into bed.”

“If you’re sure…” her brother said solicitously.

Finn hoped the team would refrain from laughing as they knew damn well what she had in mind when she finally got Croft alone in a room with a bed. She let him lead her down the stairs, then sweep her up into his arms to carry her to the truck.

“I can walk, you know.”

“And I can beat your ass for not following orders.”

“Were those orders? I thought you were making suggestions,” she teased.

“Keep it up, brat, and you’ll tip that scale in favor of a spanking. I don’t know whether to be proud of you for engineering your own escape or furious you didn’t stay put for even twenty-four hours.” Depositing her on the front seat from the driver’s side, he slid her over to give him just enough room to join her.

Finn placed her hand on the inside of his thigh and felt his cock getting stiffer by the minute.

“How about you take me home and just fuck my brains out instead?”

He laughed. Somehow, over the past few days, she’d come to love the sound of his laughter. He leaned over and kissed her.

“We’ll start with that and figure out the rest as we go along.”

They got back to the dairy barn, she now thought of as home, and undressed each other. They both knew where they would spend the majority of their time before going back to the office to debrief, but they were in no hurry.

Croft led her into the shower and used the various shower sprays, bath sponges, and shower gels to ensure all the dirt, dust,and grime from the past two days were thoroughly cleansed. His cock was rock-hard and jutted out from his body, beckoning her like a lighthouse in a storm-tossed sea. She knelt and deep-throated him in one move. Croft’s groan was seductive in the extreme, and her own arousal spiked as she sucked and stroked his hard member. She could just taste his precum as he pulled her by the hair, so she was standing.

“I wasn’t through,” she complained.

“You were with that. I need to be buried in you.”

“You shoved it down my throat the last time.”

“Yeah, but I can get a lot deeper if I bury it here,” he said, ramming two fingers into her molten sheath and pumping them in and out before removing them. “Or here,” he said, inserting a single digit into her bottom hole.

The latter caught her completely by surprise, partly because he’d been the only one to finger her there but had made it clear at some point, he intended to claim that hole. While the initial intrusion was uncomfortable, it quickly gave way to fullness, then pleasure as he worked it in and out.

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