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I felt the coolness as he pulled away, leaving room for Dane to pull me up and push my chest against the screen. My legs shook, but he held me up as he pushed inside, pounding into me, grunting as he did so. “My dirty little whore, fucking us all like a good girl. You’re going to take this dick and cum all over it.”

“Yes,” I cried out, his words bringing me close again, the cold metal screen giving me some relief to my overheated body.

“Take this dick, baby girl. Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love your big cock, Dane. Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck,” my voice trailed off as my walls pulsated, waves of pleasure shooting through me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me up as he pistoned into me relentlessly. “Fuck, your pussy is so wet,” he growled, “So damn good wrapped around my dick,” his voice wavered and I felt him twitch inside of me. “I love you, baby girl,” he claimed me for everyone to hear as he came, pumping every bit inside of me. “I’m never letting you go,” he whispered as he kissed my neck, holding me as if I were his lifeline.

Chapter 20

Finn

My head pounded when I woke up in the late morning, but Vivian was there with a glass of orange juice and a pain reliever. “Hell of a night,” she beamed, the sun shining behind her, creating a glow around her.

“You look like an angel,” my throat dry and hoarse.

Rolling her eyes as I popped the pills in my mouth and drank the juice, she countered, “That’s just because I’m giving you relief from your hangover.”

“Come here, vixen,” I coaxed her, despite my stomach protesting against any movement. I needed her to know how much she meant to me. When she sat beside me, I lightly stroked her bare shoulder as the sweet scent of her fruity shampoo floated around me.

“You are as stunning as an angel. But it’s the devil inside you I love. You embrace my wickedness instead of turning me away like everyone else has.”

“You killed for me, Finn,” the seriousness of her voice not masking her awe. “No one has ever done that for me before. I’m humbled by you protecting my honor.”

The way she saw it had me floored. Not once had a woman embraced my need to claim what was mine and burn the world to the ground to protect those I cared about. Hell, my own mother threw me out of her life for protecting her from my father. The last time he beat her to within an inch of her life, I killed him with my bare hands. Laying in the hospital, barely able to speak, she had enough in her to tell me I took away her one true love and I would burn in Hell for what I’d done.

That day, as I sat staring at my mother’s blackened face, cast arm and leg, I thought maybe she didn’t remember what happened and asked her. She replied, “I didn’t do what I was told to do, and he punished me as is his right. You killed him, Finnigan. For no reason, you killed my husband, your father. You should spend the rest of your life in jail. I can’t believe those pigs won’t arrest you. Get out of my life.”

Stunned, I cried, “Mom, he was going to kill you. I’m your son. Don’t I mean anything to you?”

“No. My son is dead,” her last words to me were so cold I never forgot them.

“Where’d you go?” Vivian brought me back from my trip down memory lane.

“Sorry, just thinking about things in my past. They don’t matter now. Not now that I have you, the woman I love by my side.”

My heart felt as if it would leap out of my chest when she easily said it back, “I love you too, Finn. I’d do anything for you. Dane and Ollie too. You all have an equal piece of my heart.” She kissed me so gently, I had to hold back the tears of joy, not wanting to look like an emotional asshole in front of her.

Of course, Ollie had to interrupt our special moment, “Alright, enough sweet nothings. We all love you, Viv. Blah, blah, blah. Let’s go.” He walked away singing, “Oklahoma,” at the top of his lungs.

I groaned and slipped out of bed, my head not hurting quite as much. A shower would do me good, and I let the others take care of counting the money and packing. I was always the one to do the heavy lifting, and I just didn’t have it in me.

Vivian slapped my ass as I walked away, “You aren’t even going to ask how much we got?”

“Nope. I’d rather not be disappointed if the next one isn’t as much. I’m too competitive with myself to think about it,” I answered honestly. “Now go get dressed before I drag you into this shower with me. I know you like Ollie up your ass, but I don’t.”

Shaking her head and chuckling, she left, leaving me alone to relive the past as the warm water sluiced down my skin. My anger at the first man I killed grew, always bubbling up when I was the most vulnerable. It wasn’t just him; it was all the men like him. The fuckers who used and abused women. I wanted, no, craved, to kill them all. The world was better off with bullies and running into one always gave me a lust to see their blood on my hands. One day, I would tell Vivian, but today was not that day.

I smiled thinking about her words, how truly appreciative she was because I killed the woman who spent years making Vivian miserable. The woman I loved would never be made to feel like she had to change herself ever again. Not as long as my heart still beat in my chest.

In record time, I was dressed and ready to go. The drive would be long and I’d need to get some more rest before I could take my shift at driving. We wouldn’t arrive until late, which fit perfectly since most of the country folks went to bed early. Long days at their farms and ranches made it perfect for four strangers to show up. This time, we had a cabin on a lake further away from our target, and the wooded area would be harder to navigate at night. I had the best night vision and getting us to the right place had been put on me, not that I minded.

The drive was long, made even longer with having a woman along. When she went into the bathroom yet again, Ollie joked, “We forgot to consider our girl can’t piss in a bottle like the rest of us.”

“We need to make sure she doesn’t drink anything before work,” I mumbled, still groggy from the nap I’d taken in the truck.

“Yes, being caught because she had to take a piss, well, I can’t imagine how that sentencing would go. Maybe a judge would take pity on us,” Dane chuckled. “Seriously, I don’t think she goes this much normally. We drank a lot last night and then had to hydrate this morning. I’m surprised she fared better than you, Finn.”

“Fuck off,” I muttered. He always gave me shit for being a lightweight when it came to drinking. I just didn’t do it often.

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