Chapter 15

Chapter

Fifteen

F inn’s sleep that night was dreamless and restive. The following morning, she went to the front desk to check out.

“Ms. Reid, we thought you might be staying a bit longer than one night with us.”

“I did, too, but I had a wonderful dinner with a friend who gave me some excellent advice.”

Finn signed the receipt for her credit card and turned to leave. She had almost reached the front door when she thought better of it and went back.

“Ms. Reid? Did you forget something?”

“No, but once again, my compliments to your staff. If a Mr. Crofton asks about my whereabouts, would you tell him I’m going home.”

“Of course. Are you expecting Mr. Crofton? Wild Mustang has no reservation with us, of which I’m aware.”

Finn grinned. Of course, he wouldn’t make a reservation or stay in the same hotel. He’d wait until he had a chance to corner her and cut off any escape before confronting her. Zara was right. She would need to find a way to soothe some of his ire—she could only think of one.

“He may not be in London yet, and he may not ask at all, but if he does, can you give him the message?”

“Rest assured, we will see he gets it.”

“Thank you again.” Finn headed out to catch a cab to Gatwick, then home.

C roft entered the Savoy. He understood why Finn had chosen it. It was probably his favorite hotel in the world. Perhaps if she behaved herself, at least until they were married, he’d bring her here for their honeymoon. After all, the hotel had thick walls and kickass room service.

“Mr. Crofton,” hailed the concierge—Wild Mustang was a frequent guest.

Croft smiled and walked toward him. “I’m wondering if you might provide me with a slight breach of your usual absolute discretion. I have reason to believe Finlay Reid may be staying with you. It is imperative I find her. Her life may depend on it.”

“I’m not sure where you got your information. Ms. Reid was here but checked out of the hotel most unexpectedly about an hour ago. Let me see if I can find out where she’s gone.”

The man at the front desk hailed them as they crossed the lobby.

“Mr. Crofton, are you looking for Ms. Reid?”

“I am, indeed.”

The man smiled. “She told me if you asked after her, I was to tell you she was going back to America.”

“Were those her exact words? Back to America?”

“No, sir. I beg your pardon. Her exact words were, she was going home.”

Croft’s smile beamed like the sun rising on the eastern rim of the Grand Canyon—expansive and glorious to behold.

“I take it you feel she might be safer there?” the concierge asked with a hint of concern.

“Ms. Reid will be completely and utterly safe at home. I give you my word.”

Croft left the Savoy. As he cleared the doorway and was back out on the street, he allowed himself a small shout of happiness and victory. She’d made her decision. Finn was going home—and home had better damn well be the dairy barn at Willa and Mac’s.

A long plane ride later, made all the longer by Avery’s relentless teasing, Croft arrived back at the ranch. His heart was gladdened as he saw a rental car parked next to his truck. Given that Zara Hughes had met with Finn, Noah had stayed behind but moved from the Amba to the Savoy.

F inn had gone directly from the airport to the home she would now share with Croft. The closer she got to home, the more her emotions rollercoastered between joy and guilt. She entered the house, stripped, and donned one of Croft’s t-shirts. When Croft entered their home, Finn expected him to be furious with her for all she’d put him through and demand in no uncertain terms, she yield to his authority as he welted her ass.

Not so much to forestall his discipline as to offer him the one act of contrition she knew he would recognize as such, Finn took a deep breath and readied herself. Instead of anger, what greeted her when he came through the door was a warm, soft smile that felt like a caress all on its own. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

Before he could say another word, she turned away from him and walked to their bed, drawing the oversized t-shirt over her head and letting it drop to the floor. She knew her man was watching every move she made, knew he enjoyed the sway of her hips, exaggerating that motion as she crawled up on the bed, remaining on her knees as she stretched out her upper torso, so her arms were stretched out in front of her, hands grasping the iron rungs of the headboard, her legs spread, and her ass high in the air.

Croft closed the distance between them and cupped the globes of her ass. Following the swell of her hips, he ran his hands up her sides, dipping under her to grasp the fullness of her breasts before pinching her nipples. He brought his hands up to her shoulders, using one hand to press on her neck, pinning her gently in place as his other hand ran down her spine. His index finger traveled down the cleft of her ass and rimmed her bottom hole.

“What are you offering me, Finn?” he said in a voice heavy with lust.

“Everything,” she said simply.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

She nodded.

“Not good enough. You’re going to ask me, and if you won’t, I’ll spank you until you do.” He paused, giving her a moment to think. “What do you want me to do, Finn?”

She swallowed and took a deep breath.

“I want you to fuck my ass, Croft.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s yours to take and because I want you to know how sorry I am and that I am yours to punish or pleasure as you see fit. I trust you, Croft.”

Her whole body was flushed with desire, energy flowing throughout her body, connecting it into a single receptacle for his need and love. She’d fucked him more intensely the short time she’d known him than any other man in her life. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him and now understood as she subjugated herself to him, she never would.

He removed his hand from her neck.

“Stay in position, Finn. I’m going to take what’s mine, then I’ll decide whether I welt your ass.”

She shivered as Croft used his thumbs to spread the cleft of her buttocks, pressing them against her puckered entrance before drifting down to her pussy and collecting the wealth of honey that threatened to drip onto the bed. Scooping some, he slathered his cock with her natural lubricant. His cock throbbed in anticipation.

He parted the cheeks of her ass and sighed. She shivered and moaned as she felt him collect more of pussy juice and massage it into her dark rosette as he slipped his index finger inside her forbidden entrance knuckle deep, getting it to relax and accept. He rimmed her, opening her, making her go soft and supple for his use. Withdrawing his finger, he pressed the head of his cock against her opening, pushing past the muscles that tried to deny him.

“I love you, Croft.”

“That’s good to know, sweetheart, but it isn’t going to save your ass.”

He pushed relentlessly into her—gentle but firm, gaining entrance inch-by-inch. She moaned and tried to rock back against him. Smack! His hand delivered a stinging blow.

“When I fuck your ass, you stay where I put you. If I want you to impale yourself on my cock, I’ll drag you back by your hips. I want you to feel me take possession of you. Can you feel me, Finn?” he said darkly as he fucked into her, surging forward until he was deep inside.

“Croft,” she cried softly as he dragged his cock almost all the way back out before impaling her again.

Croft thrust in and out as her dark passage sucked at him, trying to keep him from withdrawing completely before he plunged back in. What had first been uncomfortable gave way to a sensual sensation of dominant possession and pleasure. It felt good, different than when he fucked her pussy. He surged forward and drew back more slowly, more deliberately, but every bit as deliciously. He slid his rod deep within her dark channel until she felt it beginning to swell in anticipation of his climax.

Finn didn’t think she liked it as well as when he used her pussy, but she had to admit while different, it was still completely satisfying. She was surprised when Croft’s two fingers were back in her pussy, thrusting with an increasing rhythm and speed. His cock stroked her ass with the same rhythm but at a different speed. Finn was losing the ability to separate the two ways he was fucking her as they fused together in the most exquisite way.

“Croft,” she mewled. “Please.”

“Come for me, Finn,” he commanded.

He withdrew his fingers and grasped her hips to still any movement. Croft thrust harder into her ass, so she felt his pelvis bumping against her. This was an entirely new and different way he exhibited his ability to dominate and pleasure her beyond her wildest imaginings. He plunged faster, causing her arousal to spike. As soon as she thought she could take no more, her orgasm triggered his, and she felt him drive deep in her ass, spilling himself as he groaned in ultimate male satisfaction.

Finally, he was done and tenderly withdrew. He rubbed her bottom and massaged the puckered entrance he had made use of, then lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bath. Taking her into the shower, he washed her gently before cleaning himself. Once they were finished, he picked her up and carried her back to their bed, setting her on her feet.

Finn now stood toe-to-toe with him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He molded her body to his, cupping her ass with both hands and ensuring she was pressed against his groin.

“That was amazing,” he whispered. “You apologize for running off to London, and I’ll call it done.”

“I apologize for running off to London,” she said contritely. She could feel the grin on her face and knew he could see it in her eyes and would hear her happiness in her voice. “I’m not always going to submit to you.”

He chuckled. “Never crossed my mind that you would. The next time you run off, I won’t forego the pleasure of welting your pretty ass before I fuck it. I’m not always going to be gentle with how I punish you or love you afterward.”

“Yes, Croft.”

“Since you’re in such an agreeable mood, let’s see if we can’t get this settled once and for all. I’m willing to negotiate about a lot of things, but I have three non-negotiables. One, you will marry me. Two, you will take my last name. And three, you will wear my ring.”

“And if I refuse?”

Smack! His hand connected with considerable sting to her ass.

“Did you hear me say, non-negotiable?”

“Yes, Croft.”

“Marry me,” he said silkily.

“Yes, Croft.”

“Last name?”

“Crofton.”

“Wedding ring?”

“Yes, Croft.”

“Good girl.

“Always and forever, Finn. Always and forever.”

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