“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He punctuated each word by pounding into me. Faster. Harder. Until his control shattered. Planting deep, he groaned into my neck. Seconds passed without either of us moving. During that time, I realized something. It wasn’t important, but that didn’t stop me from blurting, “You said fuck, not feck.”
‘Yeah, baby,” he grunted. “I said fuck.”
“Huh.” Grinning wide, I concluded, “I fucked the Irish outta you.”
His body shook with laughter, which led to him hardening inside of me again, which led to round two. It was indeed slower, but no less amazing.
It was dark, except for the light I’d left on in the en suite bathroom. The only sounds in the room were the ones emanating from Finn as he lay peacefully next to me. Usually, I slept like the dead, but something woke me. I listened closely for whatever it could’ve been. Then I heard it.A faint creak, like a loose floorboard depressing under a heavy weight. I knew every single noise my house made and that particular one came from the kitchen, near the back door.
Shit! We weren’t alone.
Priority number one was protecting Finn. I’d left my service weapon in my lockbox at the office, which meant I needed to get to my backup. Carefully rolling to my side, I covered Finn’s mouth with my hand and shook his shoulder with the other.
“Finn,” I whispered as loudly as I could. His eyes flew open. “Someone’s in the house. We need to get out of here.”
He nodded, throwing the covers off, bending to grab our clothes from the floor. We dressed quickly, not bothering to check if our clothes were inside out. It wasn’t ideal to hunt someone down in my home while wearing a sexy dress, but the alternative would’ve taken more time than we had. Barefoot and braless it was.
Taking his hand, I moved toward the closet and held a finger up for him to wait. I turned the knob and quickly moved inside. Using my thumbprint to open the gun safe, I snatched my Glock and slid the extra clip into place before rejoining Finn.
“Stay here.”
“No way in hell.”
There wasn’t time to argue. My place wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t huge either. Whoever was inside would be working their way toward us soon, which meant we needed to move.
“Fine,” I spat. “Stay behind me.”
I peered into the hallway. No movement that I could see. There were two rooms farther up; the bathroom and a second bedroom. Both doors remained closed, so I made the assumption they were secure and prayed I wasn’t wrong. Moving at a snail’s pace, we crept up the hall, keeping our backs against the wall. Shadows danced across the living room as moonlight filtered through the bay window to the right. None of them appeared to be in the shape of a personthough. Reaching the end, I stopped, trying to decipher the intruder’s exact location. It was quiet, eerily so. Decision made, I took a deep breath, then peeked around the corner toward the kitchen. I saw the flash before my brain registered the sound.
BOOM.
Plaster exploded above my head as the bullet slammed into the wall.
Son of a bitch!
“Fuck. Are you hit?”
“Get down,” I yelled, ignoring his question as I crouched low. “FBI, asshole. Drop the gun.”
Another bullet sailed past, blasting through a lamp on my coffee table. There was no time to see if Finn had followed my instructions. Leaning around the corner, I popped off two rounds, firing blindly in hopes one of my bullets found their intended target. The sound of glass shattering and footsteps retreating had me up and moving, just in time to see a large figure barrel through what was once my sliding glass door. I gave chase, ignoring the sting in the bottom of my feet.
“FBI. Get on the ground.”
It was too late though. Fucker was fast, disappearing into the wood line surrounding my home by the time I hit the top step of my deck. As much as I wanted to keep going, I wouldn’t leave Finn unprotected. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this break-in was related to the threats he’d been receiving.
Storming back inside, I found Finn standing in the middle of the kitchen. He startled at my approach, but I was on a mission. I needed my phone and my team ASAP.
“Shit, Waverly.”
I waved him off, only to be swept into his arms the next instant.
“What the hell––”
“You must’ve stepped on glass.” He gingerly set me down on top of the counter, spinning me sideways so my feet were in the sink. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
“Huh?” I laid my gun across my lap.
