Chapter 28

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CATLIN

ONE WEEK LATER

Even in my dreams, I can’t get enough of Finn’s face between my thighs. I can still feel him licking me when the orgasm wakes me.

Lucky for me, I think he enjoys it even more than I do.

A sharp nip at my inner thigh abruptly pulls me from my groggy state, and I throw back the covers to find Finn staring back at me wearing a devilish grin. Arching a brow, he chirps, “Good morning.”

“Finn!”

“Yes, that is what you were screaming as you came.”

Playfully slapping at him, I huff. “You can’t sneak in here and wake me up like… that !”

“I can.” He smirks. “And I did. And you came so fucking hard that you soaked your sheets, piscín .”

Laying in a damp puddle of my arousal, I can’t even argue with him as he kisses up my body. Finn grabs a condom from the bedside table and tears it open with his teeth as I fret, “If Uncle Sean catches you here…”

“Then we better hurry.” Finn tears his T-shirt from my body and rolls me until I’m face-down beneath him. Grabbing my hips, he lifts them from the mattress as he slides into me. His first few strokes are slow and deep, giving me a chance to adjust to him inside me. As though he knows when I’m ready, he picks up his pace until his hips are relentlessly slamming against me. “Fuck, I love watching that ass of yours jiggle as I fuck you from behind.”

Sex with Finn— of which there’s been a lot of this past week— is always a surprise. He can be so gentle and tender, worshipping me until we’re both beyond exhaustion. Other times, he’s absolutely feral in the way he takes me.

Like him, I can’t get enough of either…

“Finn,” I groan as he has me dangling at the edge of my release so quickly. The headboard bangs against the wall from his vigorous thrusts as I claw at the sheets beneath me. His fingertips dig into my hips as he tries to take me faster, so hard that his short nails dimple my flesh. Needing desperately to come, I arch my back and push into him. “Please...”

“So fucking needy,” he teases, reaching over me to take my hand. He drags it beneath and presses both our hands between my thighs. Slamming into me from behind, he rubs my fingers over my clit, quickly pulling my orgasm from me. “That’s it,” he encourages. “Come all over my cock.”

He firmly fists my butt cheek, and I wince in pain, exploding when he slams into me again. My hips spasm, and it’s all I can do to bite the pillow to silence my screams as my thighs tremble so hard that I collapse against the mattress. Grabbing my hands, he presses them to the rocking headboard as he continues to drive into me without abandon.

“You’re mine, piscín,” Finn growls as he bites at the back of my shoulder. His teeth sink deep into my flesh, and it hurts so good that I nearly come again. He sucks at the tender skin, and I moan with pleasure as he leaves his bruising mark. Sloppily kissing over the mark to soothe it, he grunts through his thrusts, “Mine. All. Of. You. Is. Mine.”

“Yours,” I pant as he roughly bites my other shoulder.

His hips sputter against me, and he thrusts the entirety of himself into me to bury himself to the hilt. Nipping at his newest mark, he fills the condom with a guttural groan. Spent and buried inside my pussy, he tenderly kisses my tender flesh up my neck. His lips dust along my ear, and he purrs, “I’m going to mark every fucking inch of you, so everyone knows that you’re mine.”

“You could just tattoo your name over that handprint I’m pretty sure you left on my butt,” I brat.

“ Piscín, nothing would make me happier than permanently marking you as mine.” Shocked, I roll onto my back as he pulls from me, I stare at his chest. The silhouette of a black cat runs the length of his sternum—over his heart—marking him as mine.

“Returning the favor only seems fair.” I smirk, running my fingers over his newest tattoo and watching his eyes light up. Shaking my head, I clarify, “but not on my butt.”

Marking my body isn’t the only thing I want to reciprocate.

Tossing the condom in the trash, Finn pulls on his boxer briefs and pants before climbing back into the bed with me. Tenderly, he hovers over me, kissing along my collarbone and up my neck before claiming my mouth once more. His lips linger against mine as I whisper, “You should go. Before we get caught.”

“We’re going to have to break the news to him, eventually.” Finn begrudgingly climbs from the bed and picks his shirt off the floor.

“Yes,” I agree. “But eventually isn’t going to be with me naked and you half-dressed in the convent.”

After pulling my sheets from the bed and shoving them into the washing machine, I take a quick shower. I dry myself off and grab my phone while still wrapped in my towel, reaching out for some help with an issue that has been plaguing me for a few days.

Do you have a few minutes to talk?

I put on a cute floral sundress—and then a thin cardigan to cover the bites and hickeys across my shoulders—giving some time for the recipient to reply.

LAYLA

Of course!

I type and delete my response several times before pressing the button to call her instead.

“You’ve been typing for five minutes.” Layla chuckles when she answers the phone. “What’s up?

“This is so embarrassing,” I admit. “I want to… with my mouth, but I don’t know how.”

“I don’t know if I should be honored or offended that I’m your first call for advice on sucking cock,” Layla quips. “But you’ve come to the right place.” She gives me a short list of what to do and what not to do, before going into explicit details of technique.

“So help me if that’s one of my brothers, mo cuishle. ” Tristan’s deep voice billows through the speakerphone.

“All of them, actually,” she brats. “We’re planning a gangbang for my birthday.”

I don’t know if I want to know what that is…