Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

FINLEY

"I hope you like this place." I opened the door to the restaurant and gestured for Elenna to step in before me.

The air outside was frigid, making her cheeks pink and misting her breath. Wrapped tight in a charcoal grey winter coat, with a Demons’ scarf wrapped around her neck, she was hotter than fuck. Especially with knee-high boots that laced all the way up the front. They were so sexy I might get her to leave them on while I fucked her.

"I’m sure I will." She stepped inside and turned back towards me. It wasn’t until I was safely inside and the door closed behind us that she looked around and took in the place.

"Wow, this is incredible," she breathed.

"Gianna’s is my favourite restaurant in town." I stood behind her and helped her to shrug off her coat and scarf. I draped them over my arm while the ma?tre d’ led us to a table by the window.

I pulled out her chair and nodded for her to sit before pushing the chair in.

She smiled her thanks and placed her hands in her lap. After the ma?tre d’ left, she leaned forward and said, "Doesn’t it usually take a year to get a reservation here?"

I smiled slyly. "I know people. And Gianna owes me a favour or two."

Her eyes widened. She glanced around at the other customers who sat nearby, plates with artfully placed food in front of them.

"Isn’t that—" she whispered.

"Daven Grey, star forward for the Dusk Bay Smashers," I finished for her. "And his latest girlfriend." I gave them both a wave which wasn’t much more than a flick of my wrist and hand and nodded.

Daven smiled and nodded back.

"You know them?" Elenna asked, disbelieving.

I shrugged. "Daven is an old friend. We bump into each other every so often."

"So he’s not…" She frowned.

"A violent criminal?" I suggested lightly. "No, the team’s owner is as shifty as Caleb Brantley, but Daven is one of the good guys. There are some left in the city."

She sighed. "It must be nice not knowing what goes on around here."

I patted her hand. "There’s a difference between one of the good guys and not knowing what goes on. I’d be very surprised if he didn’t at least suspect people like you and I existed. In every city all over the world, we’re there, getting up to no good."

I could make no claim to being one of the good guys. As equipment manager, I knew more about what was smuggled in and out of Demons Arena than most people. The things I knew, could put Caleb and Reuben Brantley behind bars for the rest of their lives.

If I was inclined to tell anyone, that was. Which I wouldn’t, for a variety of reasons, including the fact I was up to my eyeballs in all of it too.

Besides, if word got out, the Demons would be screwed. I wanted them to win, not get thrown out of the AIHL on their asses. If a few diamonds went missing from a delivery here or there, and found their way into and then out of my hands, where was the harm?

The Demons did a lot of good in the community with charity work and encouraging kids to take up hockey, or live their dreams or whatever. To me, that seemed more important than a few shiny lumps of rock. I had a harder time with the drugs that came my way, but as long as I was getting them out of Dusk Bay, then I could sleep at night.

"What would you be doing if you weren’t one of them?" She picked up her menu and slid her gaze up and down the options.

I did the same, with only a fraction of my attention on the page. The only thing I wanted to eat right now was her. My balls ached like the blazes, but I’d take my time.

When we went back to Aidan and told him what we did, I didn’t want her to have to say it was over in a flash. I wanted him to know I seduced his wife, not just fucked her. I wanted her to want to do this again. If Aidan got off on her fucking me, I was on board with that. I was sure to get off on it too.

"Probably the same thing, but I wouldn’t be making as much money," I replied finally. "I’m not saying the Demons don’t pay well, but Caleb pays better for all the…on the side stuff. In fact," I leaned forward, "if you’d like to help me with some of that, I’m sure Aidan can get you a permanent position at the arena. One that allows you to go wherever you want, with no one asking questions."

Her eyebrows twitched upward, eyes widening in surprise. "I’d like that. As long as I have time to write on the side. Aidan keeps telling me I don’t need to worry about money, but I like to make my own. My books do well enough, but a girl could always use more."

"In case you want to buy some of those diamonds?" I teased. "Or decide Dusk Bay is too crazy for you?"

She flinched slightly. "I promised Aidan I wouldn’t leave. Wouldn’t run away. Not unless it was something we planned." Her eyes twinkled and it took me a moment to realise what she was referring to.

"The bruises," I said slowly. "You really do like it rough." How rough did she like it, because I could be rough if that was what she wanted.

Her smile faded. "Do you think that’s wrong?"

"Fuck no," I said as firmly as I could. "The last thing in the world I would ever do would be kink shame. I know for some that giving up control gives them more control. You set the boundaries. You decide exactly what happens to you. And then you roll with it."

She looked relieved. "That’s exactly it. I know Aidan would never overstep when I tell him enough is enough. He feels powerful and that’s hot as hell, but I’m in charge at the end of the day."

"What’s hot as hell is a woman who knows what she wants," I said. "For the record, I’m all about safe words and stopping when you say them. But I like—" I stopped when a server came up to take our orders. I waited until he was gone to continue.

"I like to give praise," I said finally. "I like my partner to enjoy herself. The more you enjoy yourself, the bigger the turn on. I want you to come four or five times before I come even once."

"If you keep talking like that, I’m going to come right here," she said softly.

My eyebrows twitched. I propped my elbow on the table and rested my cheek against one finger. "Really? You’re that turned on right now?"

Her eyes got darker. "I really am," she said softly.

"How wet are you?" I looked at her sideways.

"Very wet." She shifted in her chair.

"Interesting." I slipped a hand under the tablecloth and over to her lap. I grabbed a handful of her skirt and pulled it up until I was able to work my hand underneath the fabric and over her thigh. "How well can you contain yourself?"

She swallowed visibly. "I don’t know."

"You’re going to find out." I rubbed the tip of a couple of fingers over the gusset of her panties and smiled when she quivered against me. I pulled the fabric aside and ran them straight over her damp pussy.

"You really are wet." This woman was going to be the end of me and I was going to love every minute of it.

She hummed something semi-coherent and rocked herself just slightly against my hand. Her eyes were half opened as if she needed to remind herself we were in a restaurant full of people. Or maybe because she wanted to remember, because being finger fucked in public was something she enjoyed. Did Aidan do this to her? I hoped not. I wanted this to be our thing. She could be my good girl whom I fingered in places like this.

If it wouldn’t go unnoticed, I’d ask her to kneel under the table and suck me off. I had a feeling she’d do it too. There was a boldness to this woman, even if she didn’t know it yet. Between me and Aidan, we’d show her. We’d bring out every drop from her. If she wanted a third guy or a fourth, I’d make sure that was what she got. She deserved all of that and more.

"You’re doing so well," I said as if making casual conversation. Like my fingers weren’t stroking her clit while people around us ate their meals.

"Finley," she whispered.

"Good girl, come for me," I urged.

She chewed her lip, obviously trying to keep from bucking and screaming. The top of her body didn’t move. Unless someone peeked under the tablecloth, they’d have no idea what I was doing to her. Unless her pink cheeks and dilated pupils gave her away.

She was so fucking gorgeous, she took my breath away. She genuinely didn’t seem to have a clue. When she looked in the mirror, she saw an ordinary woman, not the goddess she really was.

Surrounded by enormous egos, as I usually was, she was refreshing. I admit to being more than a little turned on by the fact she was another man’s wife. If they wanted to have an open relationship, I was here for it, but that little legality was as arousing as fuck. As though somehow we were doing something wrong, something taboo.

Ironic considering I had a hand in running guns and stolen diamonds on a more or less regular basis. This was much more exciting.

She pressed her lips together and groaned softly. She breathed harder out her nose a couple of times as her muscles clenched, shattering her around my fingers.

Feeling her come was almost enough to make me lose my load in my pants then and there. Since that would be embarrassing as hell, I contained myself and reminded my cock of where we were. He softened just enough. My balls became less tense. For now.

"Such a good girl," I said soothingly. "You might be the best fucking girl I ever met." I slipped my hand out of her panties and straightened her skirt just before a server came to place plates in front of us.

I looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you," as though nothing at all had happened.

In my line of work, or at least side hustle, you learn to master the art of the innocent facial expression. Everyone noticed the players and the coaches, but no one noticed the equipment manager who looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

Now I thought about it, I actually had a lot of practice as a kid. When you’re the youngest of four boys, one of the most important lessons to learn is how to keep out of sight, and how to make sure your brothers were blamed for the shit you did. And how to avoid leaving evidence. They basically trained me for this existence. Ironic, since two were police officers and one was in the military.

The server nodded his acknowledgement before hurrying away.

"Are you hungry?" I asked Elenna.

"I am now." The pink was still in her cheeks. Her release must be virtually running down the insides of her thighs. Her panties were definitely drenched.

I fixed my gaze on her meaningfully. "Me too. I can’t wait to eat. But first, food."