Finn looked at Mitch as he rose on his hands, using his arms to support his weight and finally freeing Finn to take a proper inhale. He sucked in a breath. “I… ah….”
Mitch’s face was close, his brown eyes full of worry.
“Are youokay?”
Am I okay?His limbs still tingled, and it was hard to catch a breath. He was light-headed and confused. And he was hard.Hard? Oh Jesus!Lying on his back on the grass with Mitch pinning him down, his hips held down by Mitch’s pelvis pressing into his own. A groan escaped.
“Finn?”
Finn looked into Mitch’s eyes, saw the answering confusion, and looked away quickly. He couldn’t hold Mitch’sgaze, too afraid Mitch would see what was bubbling through him—not pain, not fear, just plain unadulterated lust. He struggled to move, to get out from under Mitch, but all the movement did was rub his erection against Mitch’s groin. As hard as it was to deny his body the friction it craved and to stop moving, he stilled.
“I’m fine. Just let me up.” His voice was hoarse as he growled at Mitchand pushed at his chest.
Mitch struggled to his feet. “Sorry. I’m so sorry, Finn.” Mitch scanned the surroundings before holding out a hand, and when Finn responded with his own, Mitch grasped his wrist and hauled him up. “Are you okay? I don’t think you were hit, but that thump on the ground could have done some damage.”
“You think?” Finn quirked a brow and brushed himself off, wincing slightlyas the action pulled at his shoulder. Mitch saw the flinch and immediately had his hands on Finn, examining his upper arms and shoulder.
Finn shook him off. “For God’s sake! Don’t touch me!” The last thing he needed was Mitch’s hands on his body and Mitch’s attention on him. Not while he was still sporting a hard-on.
Mitch’s gaze dropped to his feet. “Sorry.”
“And stop saying you’re sorry!”
Finn turned to the gates, the sound of boots running up the driveway drawing his attention. Rocky, Peter, and Stack appeared. Finn’s eyes widened. Not because of the presence of the three men, but because Rocky and Stack were holding handguns.
Any remaining erection disappeared in an instant. Finn knew Rocky was involved in illegal shit up to his eyeballs, knew he mixed with people most likelyeven worse than himself, but up until now, Finn had managed to stay out of the way of guns. It might have been naive, but he liked to ignore the darker aspects of the Soldiers of Fury and just pretend they were bad guys who did a bit of stealing, dabbled in a little extortion, and traded a few drugs. Finn snorted at his own ridiculous thought process and bit back the burst of hysterical laughterthat wanted to escape.
Things had definitely escalated well beyond the petty crime Rocky had been involved in when Finn was a teenager and lived at home. There was no point trying to keep his head in the sand. But on the positive side, it reinforced Finn’s idea he was doing the right thing.
While Finn stood and battled his guilty conscience and rising panic, Mitch was a man of action. He strodeover to Rocky and the guys with a hissed instruction to put away the weapons. “This is a suburban street, for crying out loud. Get rid of the guns and do it now.”
