Page 11 of In the Midst of Chaos

My chest was rising and falling.

I cranked the gas, and the engine roared to life just as Finley shifted. Our eyes locked, and I could tell exactly what she was thinking and the exact moment she decided she wasn’t going to back down.

She didn’t ask me what I was doing, and I didn’t tell her to stop.

Finley started to rock back and forth, and I bit my lip as I cranked the gas once more, and she fucking came.

She threw her head back as her body kept rocking softly, and whimpers left her mouth. My dick was tenting my pants, begging me to let him be the one to bring Finley to an orgasm.

When she finished, she brought her head back down, and there was a fraction of a second where her eyes still held a softness while she looked at me. At that moment, I didn’t realize how much I missed that look. I was her hero until I turned into her villain. She was my princess until I realized she was my brother’s and not mine. But the thing about Finley—she didn’t need anyone to slay her dragons.

“Thanks for your—help,” she said sarcastically as she pulled the lever out of the bike. “I got things to do…so move.”

I removed my hands from the handlebar. As soon as I did, she put hers on them. I brought my hands on top of hers and squeezed her much more fragile hands between mine and the handlebars.

“Go straight home,” I warned.

Finley didn’t back down. She squared her shoulders.

“Are you that pissed off that I’m back?” she asked as she looked me over. “I do what I want when I want and how I want it.”

Fuck, she was still pissed, and I knew she wouldn’t let it go. I didn’t know why I thought she would.

“Don’t test me, Finley.”

“Watch me,” she mocked.

I smirked at her, my hold on her loosening.

“I did, and it wasn’t much to watch,” I grinned at her, knowing damn well it was a lie.

“Get the fuck out of my way.”

“I mean it, Finley,” I growled.

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“If I have to tie you to your fucking bed so you don’t end up with a bullet to your head, I’ll do it, Finnie. Don’t fucking test me.”

And because she was Finley, she had to have the last word.

“Move,” she said between gritted teeth and then gave me a mocking look as she looked below my belt. “You probably have other business to attend to.”

Chapter Four

Being backin Crull Manor was like I had never left. The staff waited on me. They remembered what I liked and what I didn’t. The boys, however, weren’t around as much. They all had different responsibilities, which reminded me I needed to go to my father’s office. According to his journal, the paperwork I would need was hidden in his office.

I was just finishing doing my makeup when there was a knock on my door. I felt butterflies for a second, then remembered he wouldn’t knock, and after what happened the other day, Nashton had been giving me a wide berth. I didn’t think he’d even come home, which made my stomach churn because if he wasn’t coming home, he stayed at the club, and being at the club meant access to pussy twenty-four seven.

“Come in,” I yelled.

When Huxley walked through the door, my body automatically went on alert. It wasn’t that I was afraid of him per se because I knew deep down that neither of the boys would ever physically hurt me. I was more scared of what I would be forced to do when push came to shove, and Huxley had to realize that even though on paper we were meant to be, in real life it was never going to happen.

“How are you holding up?” he said as he took a seat on the edge of my bed. His brown hair was messy from when he was probably running his fingers through it. He wore a button-up black T-shirt, fitted jeans, and white sneakers.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a cocky grin.

There was a time where I used to feel bad and stroked his ego, but while I was away, I realized that I didn’t have to put on a mask or pretend to have feelings for any man just because I was afraid to hurt him.

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