I press my tongue firmly to her clit, then bite gently. Her legs tremble, and the softest cry leaves her mouth. Her taste floods my mouth, and I lap it up. “That's it, Daisy. Give it to me. You taste so good.”
She’s panting, one of her hands gripping the sheets at her side while the other is bunched on my shoulder. I glance at the skin, seeing the little red crescent moon shapes there. I need to be inside her. Shifting onto my knees, I grip her hips possessively. My heart pounds inside my chest as I press the tip of my cock to her tight entrance. I nudge inside, and hotsensations roll down my spine. A mix between a groan and a moan, tears from my chest.
“Fuck, Win. Nothing is better than your pussy. You’re so wet for me, so perfect,” I groan before thrusting all the way inside. She clamps down on me, her inner muscles stretching and gripping my cock.
“God, Finn,” she moans, her eyes fluttering to stay open. “You feel so good inside me.”
Her words spur me on, and I thrust inside her hard, over and over, rolling my hips so her little clit rubs against my pelvis. I know she won’t last long when I do this, but the need to see her come overrides all else. I bring my hand down between us and slap the top of her pussy. Her eyes jump to mine, a flush spreads across her cheeks, and her legs wrap around my waist, allowing me to move deeper inside her.
“More, please.”
I smirk at her. “You still like that, huh, Win?”
She nods, biting her lip. Who am I to say no to my future wife? I slap her pussy again, this time my palm hits her clit. She cries out, and her back arches off the bed. I do it again, and this time she comes. Her pussy grips me, sucking my cock back in, holding me deep while she pulses around my length. My heart stutters, her orgasm triggering my own. I fall forward, tucking my head into her neck while she sucks every drop of cum out of me.
We’re both panting when I roll off of her, my arm slinging around her back and holding her against my side. This right here is what I’ve been waiting for. This is the feeling of love, contentment, and family that I’ve been chasing since she left me. Now she’s back, and she’s going to be my wife. My old lady.
Chapter 28
Winnie
Finn’s ring sits heavily on my finger, a symbol of a promise he made and also the dire predicament we’re in. Despite wearing the diamond I always dreamed of, and saying yes to the man I gave my heart to ten years ago, I can’t help feeling a deep, urgent sense of dread. Finn is adamant that marrying me has nothing to do with the Bianchis being after me and everything to do with the fact that he finally found me again. If the property cut and diamond in the pocket weren’t enough, I’ve been reminded by him every day that he loves me. And every day, my walls crumble a little more. Anytime he touches me, holds me, makes love to me with so much reverence, with his whole body while whispering in my ear how sorry he is, how much he misses me, how he never stopped loving me, I melt. My resolve to move on with my life, to keep protecting my heart, wavers. In these past two months, Finn and I have talked and argued and loved harder than the last two years we were together. I could continue to stay mad. I won’t ever forget what happened, but I am finding it easier to forgive. My heart feels safest when I'm with him.
My fingers skate over the burner phone, and I type in Lyric’s number. The phone rings three times before she answers.
“I heard congratulations are in order. Dodger finally figured out what’s best for him?”
I chuckle lightly at her teasing tone and glance again at the ring on my finger. “He did pretty good.”
“Are you happy?” Lyric asks, and I can picture her smiling, waiting for my reaction, even though she already knows the answer.
“I need help planning the wedding,” I finally say, my lips curving into a smile while she laughs.
“How soon? You know I love weddings.”
“Today,” is my automatic reply. “It’s already been two days since our call with Prez.”
Lyric goes quiet on her end. “Are you getting married because you love him or because you’re scared about Bianchi coming after you?”
I blow out my breath before hardening my resolve. “Can’t two things be true at the same time? Right, Ms. Therapist?”
“Dodger is your happily ever after, Win. As your friend, I hope you’re marrying him because you believe that. He’s changed. It was late, and I truly believe he was an ass to you back then, but anyone with eyes can see he’s crazy about you.”
My heart squeezes in my chest, and my stomach swoops. I think about all the small ways that Finn shows me how important I am to him. Even as small as how he cradled the back of my head last night while he held my body against his. I felt safe and cherished in that moment, which was just as meaningful as the cabin or the gazebo. “I know.”
She exhales softly. “Good. Let’s plan your wedding then.”
“You don’t have to do this, Win.” Finn’s voice is deep, calm, but it's the look on his face that makes me cackle out loud.
After my revelations with Lyric, we easily planned the simple and romantic ceremony I’ve always dreamed about. Finn was shocked when I told him I wanted to get married today. He about raged when I instructed him to go to the tattoo parlor in town beforehand. I was determined to do this right. To make this marriage as airtight as I possibly can to protect Finn and the club. I also wanted this for myself. This was the future we had always talked about. I wanted the full experience while I marry the man of my dreams.
“Are you nervous? You already have ink,” I remind him, pointing up and down his chest where he wears the club’s insignia.
His brow rises, and his arms cross over his chest. “I’m not nervous about myself. I’d tattoo your name across my forehead if it made you happy. I don’t want you to think you need to do this. It’s permanent, Winnie. What if you change your mind?”
I fix my gaze on my future husband, my eyes trailing over his dark denim jeans, and the all-black button-up shirt he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up. His forearm flexes, and the veins pop under my watchful eyes. “Are you going to change your mind?”
He steps into my space, his hands circling my waist, holding me tightly, his grip like a brand against my skin. “No. I want you more than my next breath. In any way I can get you, Win.”
