Page 67 of Jolene's Justice

He’d never forgive her for nearly killing Jolene. The memory of Angelica’s cruelty toward Jolene lingered in his heart, and he knew he could never forgive her either.

He strongly believed that Jolene deserved justice for all the wrongs that had been inflicted upon her. Especially at the hands of the Winston family. It was too bad Harrison had offed himself and robbed Jolene of that justice.

As he finished up his final checks on his helicopter, he heard his name being called. He turned just in time to catch Jolene as she threw herself into his arms. Her lips were on his before he could say hello, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him. And he was completely okay with that. His response to her kiss was filled with fervent desire. He’d missed her today.

When she broke the kiss, he grinned. “Now that’s a greeting I could get used to.”

She laughed heartily, throwing her head back. The sunlight played with the gold highlights in her red hair, making them glimmer. She had a way of making his heart swell with love every time he saw her.I’m a lucky guy.

“Darn tootin’.” He laughed at her reply, having not realized he’d spoken out loud. “And I’m the luckiest girl.”

“Darn tootin’.” He kissed her again, and she enthusiastically returned it. He was seriously debating skipping the fair and taking Jolene home. To bed.

“Not happening, Romeo,” she said, as if she’d read his mind. “I want fair food.”

“But I’m hungry for something else,” he complained, nuzzling her neck, momentarily transported to an orchard of orange trees. He hoped she never changed whatever product she used to give her that scent.

“That can wait,” she said playfully as he continued to kiss her neck.

He pressed his hardness against her center, perfectly aligned with her legs around his waist. He palmed her ass, feeling the heat of her body through the linen shorts. A smile played across his lips as she moaned. “Are you sure about that?”

Her sunny yellow tank top dipped low in front, revealing a generous view of her ample breasts. He wanted to bury his face in them. Pulling his head from her neck, he glanced around. They were alone out here on the far edge of the fairgrounds. What would be the harm in a little taste?

He turned them and pushed her back up against the side of his helicopter and buried his face in her neck once more. But he didn’t stop there. Trailing his lips across her throat, he moved downward over the swell of her breast.

“Finch,” she moaned. He couldn’t tell whether she was scolding him to stop or begging him to continue. He went with the latter. With her propped up against the helicopter, he could have a free hand to explore. He pulled the strap of her tank top aside and halfway down her arm, exposing her silk-covered breast. The material did nothing to mask her arousal as he could see the prominent peak of her nipple, which he promptly took into his mouth. He sucked and played with the bud until she was squirming against him.

He cleared his throat before speaking, his voice husky and raw. “You ever make love in a helicopter?”

Her shudder betrayed her, revealing that the idea had sparked something inside her. Guess she’d forgotten all about getting fair food to eat.

Not bothering to wait for an answer, he pulled the rear door open. Flashing an alluring smile, she dropped her feet to the ground and climbed into the back seat, ready for the ride ahead. And what a ride it was going to be.

As he followed, he slammed the door shut, creating a bubble of privacy around them. With the door closed, the noise from the fair was muffled. The faint laughter of children and the occasional roar of a ride were now subdued, as if heard from a far-off land. Finch’s heart raced with excitement and anticipation, but it wasn’t because of the thrilling fair rides.

It was all for the vivacious redhead beside him. His dick throbbed, unhappy with its confinement behind his cargo shorts. He tried to send it a message to cool its jets, but then Jolene whipped her shirt off over her head. The bra was next. Then she wiggled on her seat, and her shorts and panties ended up on the floor next to the other discarded items.

His mouth went dry, taking in every inch of her gorgeousness. There was no containing his dick now. It knew what was coming next. With a growl, he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him.

“Why do you still have clothes on?” she asked, working her hands under his T-shirt. He raised his arms over his head, allowing her to pull it off. Setting his hands on her hips, he pulled her tight against him and bent to take a nipple in his mouth again, this time without the barrier of her bra.

As he teased her breasts, first one, then the other, he felt her fingers at his stomach as she struggled to undo his belt. He helped her, moving his lips to capture hers. He loved the whimper that fell from her lips when she struggled with the button on his pants. Taking pity on her, he assisted her with the fastening, then the zipper. She reached inside his boxers and pulled his cock out. He moaned and thrust into her hand, which she’d wrapped around him. He nearly lost it when she used her thumb to spread the bit of pre-come that leaked from the tip around the shaft.

Unable to wait a moment longer to bury himself deep inside her, he lifted her by her hips. She held his cock firmly as she lowered herself onto him, taking her time to savor every inch. Slowly and deliberately, she took him in, and he reveled in the sensation of being completely surrounded by her. Once firmly seated, her eyes shuttered.

She began a slow rhythm, her head thrown back while she worked herself on him. He watched her take her pleasure, unable to take his eyes off the sight before him. With the rosy flush on her chest and cheeks and her red hair hanging in a curtain down her back, she was pure fire. And he wanted to experience the burn.

Losing her bar the way she did hadn’t dowsed her inner flame. It burned brighter and hotter. The determination he saw in her to persevere and rebuild was intoxicating. It was her own personal brand of justice. Her unwavering resolve and confidence sent a clear message to those who tried to mess with her—she wouldn’t be defeated.

He found it sexy as hell.

She picked up her pace, and he could tell she was nearly there, so he had to amend his thoughts about what he found sexy. Jolene, shattering into a million pieces around him, topped the list. Before she’d even started the descent, he took over, holding her hips in place while he thrust up into her. Her tits bounced in his face, and he couldn’t resist taking a hard bud into his mouth and sucking hard. The noises she made spurred him on, taking her up and over with him. Her second ride to the peak of the day.

He found himself on the edge too quickly, his breaths coming in short gasps as he emptied himself inside her with a low grunt.

As she collapsed against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She leaned heavily against him, her breaths shaky and uneven. She pressed her lips against his throat, and he felt the corners of her mouth turn upward.

“Best ride at the fair,” she teased.

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