Page 174 of Twisted Trails
He presses his forehead to mine, rocking into me harder. It crashes over me in waves, my whole body pulling tight around the pleasure before breaking apart in his arms. I cry out against his mouth, and he holds me through my orgasm, kissing my cheeks, my temple, my lips, whispering soft things I can’t even understand. Even as I fall apart, body trembling and pulsing, I keep moving, keep rocking against him.
Only a few breaths later, his breath stutters before a broken sound tears from his throat. His hips push into me once, twice, before he gives one last desperate thrust. Finn’s body seizes above me, muscles drawn tight, but his eyes stay locked on mine as he comes on a moan that softens into almost a whimper, and punches through my chest like a second climax.
It’s not just pleasure written across his face.
It’s love. It’s awe.
It’shome.
We pant together for several long moments before Finn hangs his head. “You just made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
I laugh softly, cupping the side of his face and brushing my thumb over his flushed cheek. “You’re welcome.”
He stays hovering above me, our fingers still tangled above my head and breaths mingling as his nose brushes mine.
When he finally rolls to the side, he takes me with him, keeping hold of me.
Then he wraps his arms around me so tight I know—Iknow—he’s never letting go again.
Not unless I ask him to.
And I won’t.
Because he was right.
This will be the last time I love Finn Greer because I never stopped.
And never will.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Alaina
Luc swears as he slips on a root, flailing dramatically and nearly yeeting poor Toulouse out of his hood as he grabs my arm for balance.
“Putain, I hate track walk. I almost died.”
“You tripped.”
“I tripped almost to death.”
I have to suppress a huff.
If anyone almost died on this track, it’s me.
Just like always, Snowshoe is damp. It’s already chewing up soles and nerves with that loose Appalachian grit, and we haven’t even started riding yet.
Finn seems to think the same because he makes a noncommittal noise beside me, eyes already locked on the next rock section.
“He’s right, though,” Mason says with a chuckle. “This course is a menace, even if it’s sexy.”
“Just say the trail reminds you of Luc and move on,” I mutter.
“Unhinged but hot.” Mason snorts. “Yeah, that tracks.”
Luc looks as though he isn’t sure whether to be offendedor flattered but ends up choosing both. “I’m wounded,Petite. Deeply. Come here and kiss it better.”
I smirk. “Later.”
