Page 45 of Jolene's Justice

He rolled off her and shucked the rest of his clothes until he was as blessedly naked as her. Then he was hovering over her. She opened her legs, allowing him to settle between them. His cock teasing her entrance.

“Shit. Condom,” he muttered and went to move off her.

She stopped him, and his eyes widened in surprise. “I’m protected. And I haven’t been with anybody in a really long time.”

He kissed her nose. “I haven’t been with anyone since my separation.”

What he had just admitted left her wide-eyed in shock. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. She had no idea what to say to that.

Finch shrugged. “What can I say? I took my marriage vows seriously. When I met you, I knew you were going to challenge all my preconceived notions about my situation. That night, before Angelica swept in, I intended to break those vows. My marriage had been over for years. I shouldn’t have felt even the slightest guilt. But it was there, nonetheless. Inexplicitly. It was baffling. After everything she’d put me through, why should I feel guilty about taking something for myself?”

“Because you’re a good man. She didn’t deserve you.”

He scoffed. “I’m not so sure about that. I was willing to keep lying,” he admitted to her, “just to be with you.”

“You had your reasons. And I understand them now.”

“In a way, I’m glad we got interrupted. It may have taken longer than I expected, but I’m free now. I can come to you with a clear conscience. I didn’t realize how important that was to me until now.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, thrusting her hips against him. His eyes widened briefly before they became hooded with desire.

With a wild thrust of his hips, he entered her. Her legs tightened around him as he pumped into her. She could feel every heavy, solid inch of him. Huge, long, and thick.

His hands roamed her body, tweaking her nipples, teasing her senses. She felt a powerful orgasm building as he plunged into her. Fast, deep, and strong.

With a commanding thrust, he lifted her, causing her to arch her back and throw her head back in pleasure. Her skin was on fire as waves of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her breathless and floating on a cloud of pleasure.

He kissed her through her climax, his tongue matching his punishing pace. His hips ground against hers. Each driving, impaling thrust going deeper, shattering her until she felt him go rigid. He shouted her name, and his body surged against hers, pushing her high and hard over another crest with a rush. Or maybe it was the same long, continuous summit. She had no idea. All she knew was that she was lost in sensation and she never wanted it to end.

They lay there for an indeterminable amount of time. His face was buried in her neck, which he showered with kisses as they floated back to earth.

“I don’t want to move,” he murmured. His warm breath against the sensitive skin behind her ear sent tingles down her body.

“Then don’t.”

“I’m probably crushing you.”

“Don’t care. It’ll be a hell of a way to go.”

He chuckled, which caused him to slip from her body. They both groaned in disappointment. He rolled beside her and pulled her into his arms. They lay there, listening to the relentless rain and wind battering the world outside.

She wanted to ask him more questions about his past but didn’t know how to begin. She admired him for what he’d confessed earlier about the guilt he felt for wanting to be with her while he was still married. She was awed by the immense courage he must have had to break away from her.

It astounded her that he’d stayed with her for so long. Why would a man like him stay with a woman like that? What drove him to stay? Could he have loved her that much?

She was lost in thought when he spoke up, saying, “I can practically hear the wheels turning in your brain. Ask what you want to know. I’m an open book to you now.”

She bit her lip before finally going for it. “Why did you stay?”

Lying with her head on his shoulder, her arm was splayed across his stomach. He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders, his hand resting on her hip. When she asked her question, she could feel his fingers tighten on her skin before he relaxed them.

“I ask myself that question all the time. There are only two reasons I can think of. I thought I loved her. And I believed in the vows I’d taken. Those were important enough to me to stay. Until they weren’t. By the time I’d left, I was just so weary of it all. When my dad saw her rampage, it became clear to me in that instant that this wasn’t love. It wasn’t supposed to hurt. It wasn’t supposed to be one-sided. It wasn’t supposed to be full of fear.”

“She twisted your love. Used it against you.”

“Yes. Exactly.”

She moved her hand, running her fingers through the line of hair from his stomach to his chest. “Why did you never tell anybody?”

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